Thursday, April 16, 2015
What Is the Poet's Job Out of Numbed Slumber?
If you don't own and listen regularly to Wedding Present's George Best, do yourself a kind. Guess what I listened to last night. Hey, twenty-four hours from the time stamp of this post Earthgirl and I will be on an airplane to Detroit. Planet's Air is an Art Major at Michigan, his senior show opening is tomorrow night, we get to see Detroit, Ann Arbor, rural Michigan this weekend. Planet and Air have been together five years, we get to meet Air's parents for the first time. I'm told they are nice, please pray for me anyway. Despite few look at the slideshows I post I will possibly if not probably post at least one since Planet thinks I will find Detroit fascinatingly photographic, and she will be driving so I will have two hands free in a moving car for the first time in, um, ages. I doubt there will be links though that's because Dead Blegsylvania be deader than ever even if I had the time to link-fish which I possibly if not probably and hopefully won't. And what would you have me yodel? Yes, the below is possibly if not probably one of the ten most posted songs of this shitty blog's history.
MAELSTROM: ONE DROP MAKES THE WHOLE WORLD KIN
All the world is one, like an angry deity’s essence dropped in the ocean
becoming monstrous: what happens Mumbai happens Paris
What happens Vicenza U.S. Base or Prodi, Kyoto Accord, XL Pipeline
advanced warplanes to Japan—what happens? Egypt, Yemen, Syria
NASA’s five space probes or Aurora Borealis where we study shimmering light
What happens on the Lunar New Year
I want to know, Professor, are there names for these mercurial moves?
A lexicon & vibration touch the complexity of gestural motion
What happened with Augustine & his mother in Ostia?
I want to know what happens Nicea 325 perhaps God creates the world!
Let’s go back and check this out: Ex nihilio ardore/splendore
Europe still riding the pull of Zeus a nuclear reactor not dismantled
Heads coming off in cruelest acts, unspeakable
And how that is part of your story too—flooding in Mozambique,
in Morocco, in Indonesia a part of you all suffering a part of you
What happens Rwanda, Darfur, Chad, Ukraine, glaciers shrinking what happens
when carbon-capped bombs fall on Natanz? on Bushehr
What is the poet’s job out of numbed slumber?
Entering post-poet-modernity I gave my larynx a workout
Started chanting for the redemption of Irreparable
Om Ah Hum for the Year of the Shy but Cunning Metal Rabbit,
Inshallah O Peace Brutal Year of the Wooden Horse
The Gentle Sheep Year O Help us Now, Shalom Ah Hum, Shanti