Thursday, January 25, 2024

The beatings will continue until ears and morale improve: outlaw poets vs. the zombie apocalypse

                     

    In my email feed this Thurstay morning:

The Future Belongs to the Poet
Poetic Outlaws
By: Henry Miller   

"We live entirely in the past, nourished by dead thoughts, dead creeds, dead sciences. And it is the past which is engulfing us, not the future. The future always has and always will belong to—the poet.”
Although I think all of life is poetry, it’s freaking hard for me to see poetry in a lot of human dramas, say for examples, the war in Palestine, Joe Biden, Donald Trump, Democrats, Republicans, MAGAs, KKK, Antifa, Proud Boys, Christendom, Judaism, Islam, Ukraine, American politics, etc. barf, etc. barf, etc. barf. I think it’s not the zombie apocalypse future that belongs to the poets, as there might not be a future, the way humanity is killing the planet, as well as many of its own members and mangling the psyches and souls of the temporary survivors. I think it’s the present, the now, today, that belongs to the poets, for it looks to me that it is the poets, the artists, the writers, the musicians, who answer only to their Muse, who feel, sense and see what is really going on, and if they don’t speak to it, call it out, parade it naked devoid of fig leaves, the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly and the horrible, who will at least have tried to bare the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help them God, cross their heart and hope to die and burn in hell forever, if they don’t right now love and praise what is good and beautiful, and assault and ravage and fuck and cut to ribbons that which opposes what is real and important and valuable and necessary and precious? 

Ethan Summers
it's hard to change anything when you speak to so many deaf ears

Sloan Bashinsky
The Muse demands air time, her slaves ignore her and experience her sorrow, displeasure, wrath, even?
 
 
Ears receive mention in this poem :-) 

"Eve's Answer”

Vexing Truth
Life is Poetry,
Poetry is Life,
There's no more to say,
but that wouldmake God
a really dull boy,
now wouldn't it, Eve?

So, Eve,What say you?
After all,You have been,
still are,
blamed,for everything that went wrong
with hu - MAN - i - ty.

Well, do you really want to hear
what I gotta say?
Is this one of those
be careful what you ask for pregnancies?
Well, is it?

Probably, but say what you wish -
I s'pect you need to be heard.
Heard?

Funny you mention ears.
Yes, ears.
Such important receptacles.
Yet filled with concrete,
shit, propaganda, beliefs,certainties,
well, let's not leave out
SUPERSTITION and RELIGION,
now should we?

By the way,
where do ya suppose
God came from?
Or, out of?
And, why do ya s'pose
I made Eve
in my own IMAGE?’

'Cause Adam was
so bored and dull -
so ... predictable
He was BORING!!!
the shit outta me!!!
That's why.

Now
Shusssssh -
Don't go round quoting me
on any of that -
I've had quite enough of
the religious right
ta last me

the rest of forever! 

Ethan Summers
Well, if God is pleased or rather entertained then who am I to comment? 

Sloan Bashinsky
I think She was not even slightly pleased, and maybe she might appreciate any help you can lend her? :-)
 
 
Ethan Summers
Sadly, I haven't been blessed with the gifts necessary to please the gods. Yet, if that helps in any way, I try to use my ears as well as I can, as I imagine most people in this community do ☺️

Sloan Bashinsky
I think the gods are appeased when people use their gifts and don’t get swallowed up and stifled by joining herds and losing their individuality, common sense, decency and openness to change and appreciation of mystery and adventure.

sloanbahinsky@yahoo.com

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