Tuesday, April 29, 2025

Poem: Things Past

 

Things Past

 

i hovered with you

in the desert of ourselves,

a slow lifelong dwindling,

back when the clouds were quartz.

 

skies less blue than chipped

muttered down at us

through a clockwork of vultures.

you couldn't speak of it and i couldn’t sob.

we assumed a mantle of secrecy,

our throats as prickly as the catcus.

 

we shambled the necks of hills, you and i,

boots and denim sluggard and worn,

burdened beyond grace

by incessant crumbs of destiny.

 

what you revealed to me then

and what i replied in concern …

those dialogues are lost,

wind whisked now, blackened embers,

once uproarious in spent brushfires.

 

lost, yes …

 

unless a ghost appears;

and i no longer bother to doubt

there could be such a thing.

it would be far more tangible

than the company which saved us

from the miles.

 

 

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"company" replaces "companionship" ... 5/8/25







4/30/25 ... lots of eds

Sunday, April 27, 2025

Poem: Defense

 

Defense

 

if a cordillera were a blanket

scrunched beneath a plaster sky,

maybe then i could mantle myself

in a plush defense

of tectonics until the world disappeared,

and i became a gem nestled

against the bosom of the earth,

cradled by magma-warm arms.

 





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Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Poem: Rain Trek

 

Rain Trek

 

root and leaf

preened by wet.

a mood of slithery visages slippery. 

how they coil of spleen and worm,

involuted postures

agape and drunk in the half dark.

 

i invade this realm of entrails

subtle as a jester

dim and plotting my missteps.

lichen loom to explain

how soft and gone

and doomed the mushrooms are,

a quilt of fragile shells

reminisicent of skulls and death.

 

on and on,

i wend the soggy musculature,

mud and wood my tapdance 

as i attempt to share

the snare drum of blissful patter.

a mouse and a few wrens

hunker in nooks,

but my flesh chills if i stop to say hi—

 

trickles of water under drenched wool,

fashioning a cage.

 

 

 

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4/27/25 some mods


4/24/25 ... a few mods 

Sunday, April 20, 2025

Essay: Instant US Karma

 Instant US Karma


It’s as if God gave Joe Biden, the last President, a chance to save America in 2024.  God said to Biden, “America can still be great.  All you need to do, to save your country from a despicable fate, is to refuse to supply weapons for the genocide and ethnic cleansing taking place in Gaza.  However,  if you do participate in the genocide, America will suffer a vast and rapid decline, branded by an epitaph of eternal shame and the ignominy of malevolence.”

If Joe Biden heard God, he decided to ignore Them.  Biden cast off the principles of the Good.  Biden exiled his own conscience, if he has one.  Instead, he decided to  supply weapons to Israel so that the IDF could kill the Gazans and utterly destroy the landscape, reducing it to infertile rubble.

Today, the Gazans--having lost their homes and their communities, having been turned into wandering, herded refugees in their own homeland, which is now a place of tank- and rocket-blasted remnants--are slowly starving to death.  Israel, under its Prime Minister Netanyahu, has cut off the ability to bring them food:

Many people the Observer spoke to said they are now more afraid of famine than airstrikes. “Many times, I have had to give up my share of food for my son because of the severe shortages. It is the hunger that will kill me – a slow death,” said Hikmat al-Masri, a 44-year-old university lecturer from Beit Lahia in north Gaza …

An estimated 420,000 people are on the move again because of new Israeli evacuation orders, making it difficult to compile hard data on hunger and malnutrition, but Oxfam estimates that most children are now surviving on less than one meal a day.

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2025/apr/19/gaza-palestinians-israeli-aid-blockade


What an inconceivable irony that Israel, a Jewish nation, is in process of inflicting a genocide on the Gazans, when the Jews themselves suffered the Holocaust.  All my life, until Biden’s decision, I'd been schooled and cultured in the importance of “Never Again.”  Anne Frank.  Elie Weisel.  Victor Frankl.  Never should any people be targeted for mass extermination.  Never should slow, grisly torture be inflicted on anyone, let alone en masse.  

I have watched at least several movies, fiction and documentary, where pilgrimages were made to Auschwitz and Birkenau.  The reaction of the people in the film was always utter horror, shock and revulsion. “How could this happen?”

Well, it is happening right now in Gaza.  And the ‘liberal’ Joe Biden made the USA a willing villain.  As well, the USA media is a villain, for it is ignoring what is happening.

If God spoke to Biden, God was true to Their word.  America is now suffering a vast and rapid decline under its new fascist dictator, Donald Trump.  America’s two-hundred-and-forty year old experiment in democracy, its status as a republic, is over.  The legacy of the Stars and Stripes smashed and desecrated.  Trump is all-in on supporting the genocide in Gaza.  He has no concern for human rights and seeks to establish a totalitarian dictatorship based on fear, something the USA is quickly becoming.

The USA media likes to frame the situation as a bifurcation:  you can be either “Pro-Israel” or “Pro-Palestine.”  This is a completely wrongheaded, specious and fallacious divide. The true choice is this:  one can be either pro-genocide or anti-genocide.

Since October 2024, I have had to watch a parade of specious lies from my country’s media and politicians.  Lies that gaslight the horror and depravity taking place in Gaza, while claiming to champion the good and just. 

I have learned something about the greatest levels of evil.  Such evil, the most irredeemable and cruel, always claims to be good.  It never owns up to what it is, even when it must surely know.  In Disney movies, the evil antagonists revel in their darkness.  They proclaim it.  Not so in real life.  Fascist dictators, like Trump and Netanyahu, and other evil leaders like Biden, cloak themselves in proclamations of righteousness and justice.  Trump, for instance, has been diagnosed as a narcissistic psychopath.  His brutal sadism is obvious.  But he sees himself as a great messiah, similar to how Hitler saw himself.

The karma of humanity has become very dark.  Self-serving kings with no compunction have risen up.  Trump in America, Xi in China, Modi in India, Putin in Russia, Kim Jon Un in North Korea, and many more.  It is likely humanity will destroy itself in a World War III.  What makes this infinitely sad is that we had a choice.  It was not fated that immature, insecure and monstrous men would lead us into darkness.

Joe Biden, a supposed champion of liberal democracy, is a prime example. 




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Saturday, April 19, 2025

Poem: Dances

 

Dances


westerly waves

string a giant olive viola

dubbed an “ocean,”

 

a place where albatross

dance for years

to bond for life with a mate.

 

Arachne herself must admire the web,

a slope-soar so fine

of romance to ride.

 

have i not myself

wished to be an albatross

on such a glorious quest? 

 

and yet

 

could it not drown a poet’s soul

to praise the foamy silk

of just one wave?





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"Albatrosses are highly efficient in the air, using dynamic soaring and slope soaring to cover great distances with little exertion. ... Pair bonds between males and females form over several years, with the use of "ritualised dances", and last for the life of the pair."

 


Thursday, April 17, 2025

Poem: Down To This

 

Down To This

 

galores of vogues

in kingdoms of thuggish pride,

a trip down fancy boulevards

 

to swill from fancy stores,

hostage to twists  

inside the maneuvers of brutal kings,

 

and the logics of toadeater-senators

who authorized an absurd

and yet now permanent fence.

 

“we don’t learn our lessons,”

the historians piffle,

hamstrung by a zealotry of rage.

 

it has come down to this:

 

the entrails of sacred animals,

eagles, pheasants, lions and hawks,

rummaged for sortilege and symbol and flag,

 

so many grand, trumped-up

prophecies and crusades

for thick stacks of troops

 

layered in roads and crossroads

 and battles and conquests

of bloodlines now buried in dust

 

far below the latest, biggest, richest castles,

taller than any before,

high and haughty above those graves

 

yes, more magnificent and wondrous,

eager for the most beautiful and righteous,

the most perfect and lovely, final war.







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Monday, April 14, 2025

Essay: An Atrocious, Doom-Worthy Moment in Human History


An Atrocious, Doom-Worthy Moment in Human History

 

In the hit musical Hairspray, the vivacious song, “You Can’t Stop the Beat” revels in a full-throated celebration of the advances taking place in the 1960’s.  The entire cast belts forth jubilant, choirful cries with a resonance so great it envelopes the audience, with lyrics like:

 

Oh, Oh, Oh
You can't stop today (no!)
As it comes speeding 'round the track (oooh, child yes!)
Yesterday is history (be gone!)
And it's never comin' back! (look ahead)
'Cause tomorrow is a brand new day and it don't know white from black (yeah!)

 

The “beat” in this song, which occurs during the show’s final, represents the drumbeat of progress:


'Cause the world keeps spinning
'Round and 'round
And my heart's keeping time
To the speed of sound
I was lost 'til I heard the drums
Then I found my way
'Cause you can't stop the beat

 

The entire musical is a triumphal statement against racism and, less directly, sexism. 

And yet,  today as I  type these words, the sensational certainty of Hairspray seems absurdly optimistic and ridiculously wrong.  The reason is that a charismatic fascist, backed by a cult following of about 30% of the electorate (comparable to the percentage in Hitler's Nazi party), was elected President.  It happened on one of the most awful days in the history of civilization.  That awful day, a day worse than 9/11, was November 5, 2024.  It was on that day that a death stroke was delivered to American democracy.  It was a monstrous murder of a republic, a slay that greatly increases the chances of a World War Three. 

I refer to that day as 11/5.  On this day, humanity, instead of advancing its ethics technology, slid back into a primitive, immature, war-mongering level of ethics technology.  I have argued, over and over, that if humanity does not advance its ethics tech, it will not be able to successfully manage its weapons tech. 

In the past, a low ethics tech, the utter immaturity of our species, the complete capitulation to rulership by the despotic sword, led to war.  Over and over  … ad nauseum … for thousands of years, war, war, war.  But today, the weapons of war are different.  They are armageddon-level.  All-out war today means nuclear attacks.  Within a decade, it will mean robot soldiers, planes, tanks and satellite attacks.  It will mean lab-engineered pathogens and weapons the size of molecules, the so-called nanites.  It will, in short, usher in the end of civilization. 

Still, despite the clear warning signs, we humans remain trapped in a self-defeating loop of primitive cultural-programming, one that includes poor ethics tech.  The election of a fascist dictator in the USA on 11/5 exemplifies our utter tragic myopic folly.

On 11/5, a narcissistic felon was chosen by the voters, despite his public track record of bankruptcies, crimes and civil violations, including being found liable for rape.   He made it clear that he had every intention of becoming a dictator.  After only a few months in office, he has moved at light-speed toward that end, gutting the civil service and expropriating Congressional and Judicial functions as his own. 

And so, we Americans now live in a burgeoning ethnonationalist macho state.  Not only has the “beat” in Hairspray been stopped and silenced, it is in the process of being purged out of existence.  It is now the case that White men are the victims of racism and sexism,  not Black people and women.  Even though our dictator’s congress and cabinet members and various minions and, as well, his primary demographic of constituents, are grossly and disproportionately White male, even though the CEOs and other leaders of our country’s institutions—financial, education, legal, municipal, and so on—are grossly and disproportionately White male, it is these very White males, it is now declared, who are the victims.  This is a conclusion, of course, in direct opposition to the facts, which include a seamless history of White male patriarchy.  

But the truth simply doesn’t matter.  Our new fascist leader ran for office on lies, including the “big lies” used by the likes of Hitler.  As Hitler said in Mein Kampf:  “the people will more easily fall victim to a big lie than to a small one.”

The people of America knew our fascist leader—Donald Trump—was a liar, a rapist, a con artist, a bully, a boor and a generally disgusting man.  They knew this far before he was elected.  They knew he was diagnosed by multiple psychological experts as a narcissistic psychopath.  It was all public knowledge, much discussed on national media, and backed up by solid, mountainous evidence:  verified references, witnesses, court cases, biographical accounts, expert testimony,  and so on.  The people who voted for the fascist knew all this.  They knew it.  Some of them simply embraced it.  Others decided to bury the truth in the graveyard of their corrupted conscience, ignoring their leader’s disgusting sins and records of failure and crime.

Ever since I began this blog, so long ago and in a different world, I have argued for a simple point, one that, nevertheless, we tend to sweep under the rug.  That point is this:  people are far more psychological than they are rational.  We like to pretend that human beings, due to our mere membership in the species, are capable of making smart decisions. 

The mighty counter-example to this canard is 11/5.   Before that day, the USA had the strongest economy and the best recovery from the covid epidemic in the world.  The USA was admired and respected.  Despite numerous failures, flaws and, yes, inflictions of horror, we were still quite a force for democracy—an advocate and propellant for equal justice under law, human rights, and decency.

We are now a tyranny.  A typical tyranny under the same low-ethics playbook:  the use of fear, hate, force and greed—the dark carrot and the terrifying stick—to sow division and paranoia.  In such a society, the citizens rush downward toward their lowest, most vulgar denominator.  They spy on each other for favor from the government.  Virtue is considered foolish.  Kindness is weak.  In other words, Americans now live in a projection of the empty soul of a narcissistic psychopath.  In such a land, having an honest conscience makes you a threat.  Instead of conscience or ethics, ‘anything goes.'  All you have to do is get away with it.  You are expected to behave this way.  If you don't, you will get stepped on.   

In all of history, I ask you, has any group of people ever been more disappointing and self-destructive than those who voted for Donald Trump on 11/5?   The whole world has been destabilized by this colossal debacle.  America’s status has been instantly decimated.  Our financial integrity—such as the US Dollar as the world standard—is in grave jeopardy. 

What fool these mortals be.  What a terrible, agonizing defeat manifested on 11/5.   If there are angels, they wept.  If there are demons, they roared.

Not all of us, mind you, fell prey to evil.  Many of us wanted to advance world's ethics tech.  We voted for Kamala Harris, an Indian and Black woman who championed human rights.  Only those who voted for Trump, those seduced by his racism, sexism, homophobia and other evils, only those steeped in the cess of hate and fear, suffered the con.  “Con man” is short for “confidence man.”  And Trump not only won the confidence of his constituency, he turned them into boot-licking cultists.  He defrauded them of their very souls.

 

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Sunday, April 13, 2025

Poem: Saturnalia

 

Saturnalia

 

funnel of aches,

grapple of the ripe swoon,

of the thigh,

 

drug of the horn,

of the gripped nape,

a chariot race of breasts 


arched and sheened

and shuddering to shove and tangle

half puppet, half wild.

 

whips of hot breath

merge a yank of canters,

swill goatskins of wine

 

to conduct the bump and blush

of the far-swayed fruit,

dark under the moon’s wolf,

 

while mouths merge and gorge,

escape-hungry,

hurtling to break through

 

the barrier of stars.

 

 

 

 

 

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5/12/25 ... removed a few words, changed prep  to streamline




4/15... changed a word

Friday, April 11, 2025

Poem: Edge

 

Edge

 

smidgeons of sunset,

the day’s canopied dregs,

leach through the sigh-breeze

of cat’s-cradle boughs,

their epitaph crowned

by the faintest first strokes

of a night heron.

 

soon

 

not an ember

of adumbral pink tints the west,

nothing but the hover of Hesperus,

regal and impervious,

uncatchable,

above the abyssal crook

of the lean boughs.







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4/12 ... removed a word

4/11 ... changed a prep, "abyssal" replaces "abysmal"

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Regarding the Poems

 The poems go along.  I put them up, realize how bad they are, and edit them over time.  My own country, deteriorating quickly, feels more and more alien to me.  I find my meaning in writing.  As Milosz said, "Language is the only homeland."  

On that front, if you enjoy my work here, generous of you as that may be, I'd suggest copying it to your own files.  My country is turning totalitarian.  There is no knowing when my blog will simply disappear.  I've spoken the truth too much.  I've called out Donald Trump for what he is.  A fascist monster.  A spearhead of Evil.  A dictator who uses fear, hate and force to coerce, abuse and expropriate wealth and reap aggrandizement.  In other words, he is that sort of leader who is a parasite, sucking the vibrancy out of a previous democracy, and turning the people into the worst versions of themselves, spiteful, spying and readily wicked in their incessant toil to get ahead, even as their dictator takes more for himself, making them poorer in both coin and spirit.  Unfortutnately we continue to call such leaders "strongmen," as if they are strong.  They are not strong, not in any virtuous sense.  They are parasites.

Yes, my poems could be erased at any time by the US government or its agents.  I guess I should start copying them down myself.  But I feel so broken. It is hard to function when everything I hoped for in my country is getting crushed and, furthermore, the effect on civilization itself, where we are all headed, is so vastly deadening and deadly.

I did carry through on my new year's resolution to send poems out for submission.  I have received many rejections but gleaned a wonderful acceptance from the The Gentian, run by the Durham University Poet's Society.  The poem is "Water Vulture" and it is in their latest issue, #20:

https://thegentian.wordpress.com/issue-20-moving-places-finding-spaces/

I may keep submitting poems to journals.  On one hand, it is no fun to get the rejections.  On the other, I tend to spruce up the poems, make them even better, and that means they are even better when they appear, eventually, on this blog.  They are my legacy.  They are all I will ever be known for, even if their overall impact, as I predict, is less than minuscule.

Best to you in this greatly dark time.  Poetry brings me meaning and spirit.  What brings them to you?  Whatever it is, do it, if you at all can.  Tempus fugit.  For me.  For you.  For all of us.


Owl


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Monday, April 7, 2025

Poem: Skol

 

Skol

 

aged

through decadent flavors,

the sins of wine grow light,

 

devils and angels

slip robes to kiss,

happy in their weakness.

 

we revellers

of doomed heat,

we soon-starved flames,

 

let our lusts savor

and flare to quest,

down to the last dregs

of clove, nutmeg, and time.

 

a cup

 

to that first seductive sip,

and to that last glooming frisson

of spent shudders.

 

a cup,

 

let us drink,

as brave as the moment

proclaims we are.





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4/14/25 ... changed up the spice line

Thursday, April 3, 2025

Poem: Drunk Priest

 

Drunk Priest

 

genesis is pain,

eons and psalms of it,

a slither among a gamut

of salt-pillared fates. 

 

that birth scream of adam,

it expands still, to this day,

inside a snake mouth of voids.

it swallows the fruit of the atmosphere.

 

yes, adam’s suns brawl,

constant below a bloody eve.

and the icecaps, those

bookends on our grief,

 

how they cling like miters,

tilted on this purgatorial Earth,

a rock so slippery and tricky, barbed and obese,

as it hangs in delight and sin--

 

skewered, as it is, on an axis

of slow-turning violence,

with multitudes of fleshy hungers

heat-wizened and rain-whipped.

 

and god, god stays hidden from us,

concealed by the suns

and their constant explosions.

yes, it is god,

 

god dismembered, 

over and over

 

by these suns who beget this and that and

pain and light and life and blood and penance

and the desecration of eve,

not the other way around,


for eve, if allowed,

would pleasure and delight,

and even nurture joy,

if only pain were not king, so important


but, yes, pain,


pain is the very crux.

pain is this crucifix of a dinner table

from which we supper,

and so we must pray, forever,


for absolution.




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4/11/25   a few light changes




eds ... same day