2 mar 2013

Ascension to the quartz of the sky






According to the hidden characters in venomous ink on the reverse of a Catalan navigational map (Portolan chart) from 1341, an Italian merchant who accompanied Marco Polo, being his name Odorico or Odoric, deviated his own route at the gates of Samarkand, perhaps, prey of demonomania.




Is unknown the reason why he did it, but soon he lost trace of Polo, and stayed completely lost in the middle of the Silk Road.



According to Rustichello da Pisa in his monumental -though probably apocryphal- compilation "Histoire trop brève de l'Angleterre et chronique énorme sur les voyageurs Vénitiens à l'Empire Solaire de Cathay", Polo returned immediately to Europe, passing by the canicular vineyards of Levant, and the lucifugous statues of Egypt in his travel of return, leaving Odoric abandoned in the middle of Azia.





Rustichello, or Rustigliano (some sources affirm that he was an impostor from Seville or a Cathar from Languedoc, or even a Flemish delinquent whose real name was Rustico Van der Kunt) also published a second volume of these compilations, in which he states that Marco Polo had oral sex with an abandoned statue of the god Thoth, in the middle of the Sahara, acquiring a rare disease in the act, possibly mumps.



Rustichello da Pisa was anathematized, caught, and burned alive

his ashes were ploughed and solemnly cursed by the Pope in person, and his name wasn't exonerated by the Vatican until the day of today.








Odoric continued on the Silk Road toward China, sleeping under the earth, and eating meat of yak and milk of mangosta.


During 11 years Odoric walked, 11 years walking through the vagina of Azia

11 interminable years walking Odoric spent, because in those times, the planet Earth still was soft and hot, and its size was four times the size of today, and the distances were astral.




And at the end of each one of his yellow days at the Karakum desert, Odoric digged a hole in the earth, and slept there, covered by a warm blanket of dust, and heated by the pulsatile womb of the planet, mother of the living ones, and mother of the potatoes.




Passing by the Turkestan, and by the Tatarstan, Odorico learned Turkic and Tartar languages


and learned to cook a viscous stew with eyes of dog, in a tent in Scythia.



Odorico visited and licked the ruins of Ecbatana, where he admired the last vestiges of the Parthian Empire


the air of the país was infested with dandelions and rancid miel, which added to the much tea that he ingested, made him lost his mind gradually, because it often was a tea of a fortissima variety, prepared by the peoples of the land, and they often embellished the flavor of their tés with powder of effigy, heavy water and cardamom.









Odoric then abandoned those Turkish countries and marched to the east, during his seventh, eigth, ninth and tenth years of travel



Because Odorico traveled in bed

and the bed was carried by tatús carreta.



At the 11th day of November of his 11th year of periplus, at midnight, Odoric stopped the march of his bed suddenly, and jumping out of it, started running deeply through the camps of millet of the red and high plateaux of Mongolia


deep he ran, deep in his despeir [sic] he ran

deeper and deeper at every minute he ran



the dulcet light of a moon of pizza ricotta illuminated Odoric, when he started his ascension, treading on a stairway of oxygen


treading, treading more



his ascension to the terraces of the starz



to those glassy platforms of the divine



where the seraph is computing everything that once existed, and recording the compleat[sic] oeuvres of the human being in floppy disks












from the red ground, the tatús carreta observed the elevation of Odoric, who started getting rinsed by the hazes of the moon, as he gained height



and his figure was less and less visible at every second



and the open astral conch received him, in the horror of its self-astrophobia forever





and the night was black complete




and the the moonlight was calcium




and the horizon ate the moon




and the black ate the black.






















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