Photons are Effectual

In music you forget your language, losing
Cognition of the words that Light is using.

Had Nietzsche seen what Pheidias did in fanes,
No godless cerebration would have racked his brains.

Finding in stateless cornucopia
What freedom brings, amend Britannia!

Nietzsche, no connoisseur of Italy’s
Broad murals, missed ideal proprieties.

Nietzsche, not venerating sculpture, might
Seducements from musicians take for light.

With no momentous imagery from words,
This music never consciousness affords.

No philosophic hesitation have
Musicians, sure by noise that men should rave.

If philosophic sentences you’d find
In music, let the woofers shape your mind.

Nietzsche inferred an impetus from noise,
But was impelled thereby to suffer ploys.

On Nietzsche, who Wagnerian voices hailed,
The nihilistic power of noise prevailed.

In households of unstately happiness
There’s no acquaintance with the state’s duress.

Fritz Nietzsche, stupefied by music, could
Not sense the Gods, whom Homer understood.

1
Goods are accelerated to reduce

The cost and make us richer in their use.

2
Men who accelerate assemblages

Of merchandize enrich their businesses.
3

Goods are accelerated to prevent
The tedious outlays on each moment spent.

 4

Men who accelerate assemblages
Would let none know what costly scantness is. 
5

Goods are accelerated, less in cost

Becoming, made affordable for most.

6
Men who accelerate assemblages

Retard inflationary damages.

Music undoes associations, not
Allowing neurons to assemble thought.

Odious encouragers of ignorance
Avow their music is your only chance.

Undecadently serious in contempt
Of music, rhythmic metre I attempt.

Volition is not masterly when stirred
By music, wherein counsels are not heard.

Forgetful longings follow louder noise
And in abject Nirvana would rejoice.

Steering volition in the livelihood
Of writing by musicians is withstood.

Music has stirred you to stupidity,
Leaving your brain inert excitably.

Vibrations have attuned your brain to hate
Aristotelian logic true in weight.

Vibrations have attuned your brain to great
Pretenses that would magnify the state.

Music has stirred ambition out of you,
Displacing prospects with the noise in view.

Unseminally null is music, not
Providing multiplicity in thought.

Decayers would condone the sacrifice
Of reason, saying music will suffice.

In pallid cognizance no sight you prize,
As music is the wanness of your eyes.

Devoted to unselfish dizziness,
Musicians leave the people fortuneless.

Vagrant forgetters of their faculties
Think music makes them forcible with ease.

In music you forget your language, far
From verbal consciousness as babies are. 

Forget yourself in concourse, who concur
With the excitement of a worshiper. 

Forget yourself in music, be remiss
To profit by your own analysis. 

In concourse facinorously combined,
According to musicians, nothing find!

Why waste cognition on the noise of strings,
Which nothing but neuronal dimness brings? 

Affiliated Lilliputians find
In music what befits the smallest mind.

Notions that weaken neurons come from chants
Of vacant noise, imprinting ignorance.

Forget your major faculties, incensed
By music who with language have dispensed. 

Old modes of awkward work made scantness dear,
Where few exulted in an affluent year.

Reiterated viruses arise
From music, which infected neurons tries.

Bad seeds, momentous in the mind, are sown
By music, in the Luddite concourse grown.

Their clamors, breaking concentration down,
Will leave your neurons neither verb nor noun.

In music you forget advantages
Of words, no more advancing sentences.

England’s psychotic ecstasies in noise
Would conquer Apollonian equipoise.

Inclement physiology reveals
Disfigurement from noise which never heals.

A riot against concerted reason is
Continued with echoic instances.

Your life’s unworthiest while, in furtherance
Of repetitious beats, remains a trance.

All days are turned to monotones with notes
Of drums, whereon the population dotes.

As factions are monotonous, they need
Musicians to reiterate their creed.

As music operates your mind, opine
In faction, never critically be fine.

Music, feigning mightiness,
For real deeds is powerless.

A false assimilation you assume
Is fruitful who by music never bloom. 

The central deed, prohibitive of doing,
Commences quotas for incessant queuing.

With music simulating potency,
Men think they’ve grown assimilatively.

As music neither terms nor views affords
In tones, let babies have it without words.

Under adrenalin you cannot speak,
Throbbing your drums, incognizantly weak.

Throbbers have harshly drubbed your head with hard
Vibrations as cohesive cells are marred.

The bursts outside your neurons are not bright
Within, unnerving many years of sight.

The stormiest noise in stupefaction is
Profound, not prompting careful sentences.

The stormiest noise is not bestirring one’s
Noetic cortex where intention runs.

Inclement physiology reveals
Diseases from the noise which violent feels. 

A riot against neuronal aptitude
In many concerts cannot be subdued.

To the internal physiology
In growing brains the noise is contrary.

Concerts disorder conduct, setting loose
The concourse from their situated use.

Not in tumultuous ululations apt
For language, yowling only, be enrapt.

Forgetting words, make noise uncouth,
Too madded for the means of truth.

The rapid throbbers, rapping prospects out
Of you, would triumph on a prostrate rout.

The rapid throbbers, rapping neurons from
Your brains, in dominance command the numb. 

Horrific throbbers have disheartened you,
Precluding higher prospects from your view.

Horrific throbbers are Wagnerians,
In minds displacing providential plans.

Horrific throbbers undergo in theatres,
With brains conditioned to concerted beaters.

Throbbers of horror overcome your head,
Whose native tenor is inhibited.

Throbbers of horror on your head have come,
Meaning with booms that purpose should be numb.

Throbbers of horror in an orchestra
Of Wagner amplify the opera.

Throbbers induce thoracic waves within
A theatre where tsunamis may begin.

In circummusical encompassment
Discursive comprehension they prevent.

To Bacchic stupefaction is mankind
Disposed, not intellectually inclined.

As dull as throbbing undulations (done
Forever) is your mind’s oblivion.

Inside your audio brain the outlook is
Not brightened with incongruous messages.

Inside your audio brain the noise expands
Not with auspicious words but gangster bands.

External blankness comes inside your brain
When music does away the mind's domain.

The loudest stupefaction may be styled
Liberticide, lucidity beguiled.

The noise of alpha nullities, attuned
To dominance, all freedom has oppugned.

The biggest nullities make noise like bombs,
Cognition bursting in all sapient wombs.

As nullities predominate in noise,
The loudest tyranny your wits destroys.

Illiterate pulsations in machines
Illude the people who think power advenes.

Now profligated literature lies
Before musicians whom you'd rather prize.

These bursting perturbations with a boom
Of tremors will intelligence consume.

Vectors, inimical to poetry, have
Affirmed the disposition of a slave.

By adversary turbulence in loud
Suppression of lucidity you're cowed.

Long tremors of the drum, tremendously*
Convective, are transmitting vacancy.

*vibratilely

Instead of verse, absorb vibrations, move
By motive nothingness and nothing prove!

Instead of words, absorb vibrations, leave
Your brains to shocks, whose body shakes for nought.

The people, circummusically possessed
With fantasies, have nothing right assessed.

The null that emanates from noise
All literary norms destroys.

A strong impairment to cognition comes
When clamors beat your faculties with drums.

By noise abstracted into numbness, none
Would try his genius, whereby trials are done.

Glaring with music in their negligence
Of language, none attends to common sense.

Musicians are not oracles or fit
To counsel fools, consulting Bacchic wit.

Knowledge and music are as opposite
As sight and darkness, from each other split.

Noise, unsustaining neurons, never feeds
The people with their literary needs.

With mortal repetitions music raps
Your mind where dislocated neura lapse.

How might insensate music benefit
The silent faculties of sense and wit?

No man’s discriminative faculties
Are cherished by the media’s companies.

In neighborhoods cacophonously blurred
May literature anywhere be heard?

This overweening music would hold forth
As poetry, copious of unveriest worth.

There’s nothing darker in your ignorance
Than noise, obstructing neural radiance.

Seduced into monotony, be satisfied
With beats and throbs, to your beliefs applied.

The Muses speak, the masses sing,
To Goddesses not listening.

The modern animality relies
On reason as the healthiest exercise.

The modern aptitude to vanquish fraud
May leave most brains considerately broad.

The modern toughness of disproof has found
That evidence, not violence, makes one sound.

Cortical centers of reality
Permit us scientific scrutiny.

The modern toughness of disproof is not
By violence overthrown, intent on thought.

Men of empiric perspicacity
Know that incognizance is shadowy.

The dimmest memes are dominant when loud
Musicians are the masters of a crowd.

Reality makes plain the differences
Of men in salutary practices.

Puerile noise, not fit for poetry,
Musicians make as loud as nullity.

Upon the animus of noise
The hoi polloi philosophize.

Consulting music, you are sure of noise
And, taking throbs for truth, philosophize.

Reconsider noise or be confused
Unconscionably, by crime amused.

As he excites emasculation, no
Musician cares to what excess you go.

Released from knowledge, a deliverance
From words desiring, savor ignorance.

The blast that urges blindness is in music blown,
And nothing seen in noise by light is shown.

Music has consumed the Muses and concerned
The masses, who have no great poetry learned.

Anthropomorphic archetypes reflect
Immortals, not inhuman in defect.

Music precludes neuronal interchange

Of notions, which our brains might rearrange.

Leaving fertility to knowledge, hear
No breath of music while your brain is clear.

Leaving fertility to knowledge, hear
No breath of music while your brain is clear.

The howling impotence of music in
Your brain can nothing reasonable begin.

Interiors should remain integral as
The native properties which nature has.

Outcomes ferociously come out of schools
Where lack of Latin breeds indocile mules.

Insider shops provide new shapes of wares
Beyond the monotone of doctrinaires.