MASTER 5

On Dried Skull and thigh bones,A goat grave horizon

With flat feet of hard stone,Rough ashler foundation

This is the song of the vertical field,A promising plumb line draped down from

the skyline

New beacon, lone witness,Base, pillar, pediment,

A gauging of charracter,Geometry yields judgement

This is the song of the vertical field,A towering implement indicates levelWith purest precision, this level shall

measure

Gleming steel archesChrome eagle perches, all in reflection

The problem in question

This is the song of the vertival field,The reflection in question, of unsquare

detection

White orchid, seed’s cycle,Ice lily, glacial still

Manx gorse, narcissus,Calla lil’, all blooming once

This is the song of the vertical field,Onze upright this field is now fertile and

proneWith desire put forth for a field, that will

flower,

One narcissus blooms in this untruthful tower

Of glacial ice, a base of stoneA firm foundation for potentialOne hopeful line, a gesture still

Toward higher rationale

So lift this hope to verticalAnd build this pillar sound

From this stone true, the tower did raiseFram th’ grace his basis found

O’er poured stone core, a silver skinHigh reflection, this surface takes

All seeing eye, a mirror thinPaternal estimation makes

Stong character and refined willShall build this pillar sound

With this stone true, the tower did hopeFor th’ grace his basis found

This willful lens, this reflection,A deceithful claim to see

No longer square, nor level toThe line plumb to the sea

His pride gone ill this beacon stillWill call this pillar sound

With this stone true, the tower did lieTo th’ grace his basis found

A silver sphere, an aqua poolAnd the blue sea, deeper black

A stone was thrown, horizon cleftThe truthful curve reborn

The pillar on which pride did rest,That tower lies now level,prone

With this stone true, the tower did fallFrom th’ grace his basis found.

CReMASTeR

5Written and Directed by

Matthew Barney

Produced byBarbara Gladstone and Mat-

thew Barney

Music Composed by Jonathan Bepler

Director of PhotographyPeter Strietmann

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