The Zenith Canon of Marconii; A Modern Sutra for the Age of Static

The Zenith Canon of Marconi

1. The First Transmission
In the beginning was static.
And Marconi tuned the dial, saying:
“Let there be signal.”
And there was Top 40.


2. The City Arose
Glass towers hummed with the sound of neon.
Priests of advertising sold enlightenment in thirty second spots.
Each believer built an altar of plastic and chrome
and named it Hi Fi.


3. The Great Chorus
Grace sang of authenticity.
The people clapped in synthetic rhythm.
They cried, “We built this city.”
And the city replied, “On what frequency.”


4. The Parable of the Snake and the Dance
A disciple asked,
“Master, does Marconi play the mambo or the mamba.”
The Master smiled.
“He plays both, child. One bites, one sways.
Know the difference, yet dance with each.”


5. The Bridge of Payola
Between heaven and the charts lies a toll booth.
Pay and your song ascends.
Refuse and you echo in the basement forever.
The DJ is both ferryman and censor.


6. The Enlightenment of Feedback
When the needle struck the groove of silence
the engineer whispered,
“All distortion is self.”
And the crowd cheered, mistaking wisdom for reverb.


7. The Final Mixdown
The Master turned the volume to zero.
The neon dimmed, the city kept singing.
Marconi shed his headphones and vanished into pure carrier wave.

Only the static remained,
humming softly,
like truth trying to remember its melody.