A Light Without Shadow, No. 4_Joseph Buckley

A key of light,
From outside of here and this, stabs,
Announcing of translation
of possibility into fact. 

this is a story of a thing 
that happened which you
probably forgot. 

Zing zinnnnng… 
Zing zing zinnnnnnng

Do you remember 
Crazy frog?

What a free agent! 
What was he even advertising? nothing. 
He was just *transcendent frog*… 

Slipped thru a hole.

 
Communicated,
to us, 
through a shiver: a gap in the unifying field 
of anxiety that holds this particular universe 
together. 

A lifeline from a place free of product and 
commodity, beamed and completed from some 
confederacy of better worlds: 21st century 
Soviets, triumphant global Jainists, a Häxannactic 
league, et cetera, et cetera… 

OR

maybe
a tear, from God, long delayed, drippy 

 

Crazy frog, given to us, to sing a free song
liberated from all possible tyranny (meaning, 
control, et cetera)

but God’s napkin wiped away their only and 
accidental tear: the universal heartbeat of
misery caught back up

our poisoned world gave its answer and 
we spurned the frog,
read him as a star, his message to be consumed, 
bought his records out of hate, mocked, tore, 
shredded, castrated… captured 
him, emptied him out, refilled him

and made a cruel and hateful cargo-cultish
effigy from his stretched skin and solid bones, a
vessel from his made-quiet body,

filled with spite and rage,

and called it Pepe: our poisoned World’s answer.

 

so search, and you cannot find the Crazy Frog
anymore, only the debased image is left. 

and what an image!

hear forever: the hollow wattling scream, in tears, 
as it transmutes and warps and shits itself, groping 
about under an eternal midday sun with its eyes
pushed in, 
desecrated:
exemplar of filth,
pawn of turds,
the metonym of this, worst of all worlds, 
that never knows the mercy of ending but bores on
and on and on.

U laugh but I weep… weep for the world
and for the frog that was denied

this is not a joke, this is a tragedy

There are no jokes
in the place that the Crazy Frog came from.

FROG
2020
digital collage, short story
1080 x 1350 pixels (x8)

Joseph Buckley, lives and works in NYC.