Sunday, July 6, 2014

5551. THE CAROLINGIANS HAD A WORD

THE CAROLINGIANS 
HAD A WORD
A very long time ago. Charles Martel. 
Charles Martel. The world was sliced 
open to bleed  - reason and folly ensued. 
Living life like that, everyone died a little
bit. A big red coach and a big red Pope.
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The resultant fabric of mis-shaped linen
was made into a conical hat of which we'd
already had enough. All those lines of Kings,
those Frankish ones and and those Merovings,
they divided a world on paper which already
did not exist. How can you be in two places
at once, when you're really nowhere at all?
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The Carolingians had a word for it : pray, obey,
suffer, redeem, listen, follow, do, and die.
One large word it was, now lost.

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