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death, Humanity, identity, ironic, Nature, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire
OFF
I’m
human
scream
from the top
of a mountain
I’m
so
superior
best
of the lot
pause
for a
selfie
fall
down
fall
off
05 Saturday Oct 2019
Posted Humanity, ironical/comic, Nature, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized
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LOGOS IN THANOS
same old
same oldspecies still
got the same
logono
news good
newsnothing that
you cannot
re-
workrejig
(getting jiggly
with it)Nature not
into wholesale new
rebrandingmaybe would
really love itit the
project fail
we all
cometumbling
down
28 Friday Jun 2019
03 Monday Jun 2019
Posted Academic, Author, Consciousness, Creation, Creativity, Darwinian, Deconstruction, Difference, Enlightenment, evolution, Humanity, Imagination, Intellectual, Language, Mechanistic, Metaphor, metaphoric, Metaphysical, metapoetic/metafictional, Nature, Nonlinear, Nuclear, Order, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, postmodern, Poststructuralism, quantum, science, Semiotic, Thinking, time and space (space/time), Universe, Value and meaning, wordplay, writing
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THE SKY BUCKLES
The physics Professor
cabled the poet, saidyou writers have no insight
into the nature of things
(once the great Lucretius passed
that great understanding gone
sadly lacking)told him off sharply for his deployment
of preposterous verb after preposterous verbdragging the no sense
down into nonsensedim place
without true knowledge of processes
(“the sky buckles
the Earth speakswhat nonsense is
this”)such false pride, devious ego assumptions,
same as with the climbers who
stumble in the death zone descent
die like flies
(not that flies can reach them
or decay everthe minus sign that withholds
the fair redistribution of their atomsso great an outlay on
the right to die without real dignitywhilst I can (here we go with these verbs again)
sink into the soft demolishment of self
the loosening, untethering of all memories
that the
winds might take them blow
them from the summit like
freshly-fallen snowsubtract me from that consciousness
that is little more than
delusion of matter, philosophical
abstractiondeploying to this end all
your verbs rigidly Newtonian, constitutionally-approved,there to
beat all the sympathy, empathy
out of me
hard Nature inthat the course you have charted (calculating
mass as opposed to energy)
might bring me to
the mirror of the truth that
governs all
seemingly evolvingget those selfish, time-denying atoms, to speak
only when
spoken toadamant in their madness
that they
are here (voicing as collective)to
speak what
needs to be spokenand so will,
must speakperforce express
(and if the sky buckle fearing the
fake power of this mediumlet these verbs have
their waylet each
do its worst)
26 Sunday May 2019
Posted Mountain, Nature, Patriarchy, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, Uncategorized
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Everest, feminine, masculine, Mountain, Nature, patriarchal, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power
MOTHER GODDESS
Mother goddess
I stood on your
summitand now I am
good for TED talks
can inspire you similarly
feed you
my life skillsinspiration
infectioussadly, today no one here
to speak at this venuewho died if not in state of grace
then human compassion
on the slopes of
lesser mountainout in the storm
looking for such as you
02 Saturday Feb 2019
Posted Apocalypse, apocalyptic, art, Beer and wine, Change, Chaos, Dark and light, Destruction, Dionysian, Garden, metapoetic/metafictional, Nature, Order, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, postmodern, Revolution, Space
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apocalyptic, art, Chaos, Dionysus, Ending, Garden, Nature, Order, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry
GARDEN VARIETY
metaphor muddles
truth
mud slidesand so, what can we say about what
happened to the stories
that we tellno hope there of them ever helping
the stars that govern us realignspeaking
from green comfort zonecultivated with Nature tamed,
bent into strict beauty
by force of ArtI watch the world amass, follow the forces of chaos
out to do damage to
world air-conditioned, strongly
double-glazedso much smoke (as in mirrors,
as in “not without fire)there in the non-smoking section, do
not hope to find your Dionysusand if
find him you do
how might you dissuade him
from this church militant
deranged drunk on
(just the hint of the thought)
of divine winethose vines
criss-crossing the new
no-man’s lands of purging
military fire
26 Saturday Jan 2019
UNMAPPED
There be no
place of dragonsno
virgin territorythe kingdom of the gray ape
is mottled
good
and evil(not so spotted
as Satan’s shield)North
Southapex of beauty
nadir of bestiality
(what could be
more ridiculous about
this map?he whispered in
an Iago aside)Oh, and I am monster too, burning the sky
ripping up the earth, poisoning the sea,
with every toxic footstep
across this landscapemonster that crippling itself
feeds on its ownand yet, here I am
trying to shape, to
save, to conserveto give a different image
a cultured shadow
(ironic, when we have so
provoked the anger of the Sun).
26 Monday Nov 2018
31 Friday Aug 2018
THE CUT
the Earth swallows
her childrenmaybe she thinks
she is a
giant serpentneeding to
fill that fat belly
with
those who
all that whichdid not make the cut
did not
come up to scratchdoes not
split the loaves
divide the fishesturn
the light of
a candle
into
a billion stars
24 Sunday Jun 2018
Posted Garden, Nature, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized
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