Monday, June 30, 2008

Poet Tied to a Tree

















It's worse than any sort of coming out
where they embrace you as brave
and find you a support group

it's worse than returning military
(though they're not spit on anymore)
still, so many say
why did you go?
why did you fight?
but thanks all the same

coming out as a poet

it's worse than homelessness
(all virtual pain though)

I'm a poet now

Oh, yeah, and I'm
Tinkerbell

No, really,
I accept my role
as spokesperson for my heart
in the tradition of tragic fop
a bruised artistic ego
drinking French Roast black
contemplating murder
of a comma

Yes, I am here,
like St. Sebastian
tied loosely to a tree
shirtless
(thank god for my personal trainer)
looking downward
pondering a leaf
while my assistant
hands out arrows
to the crowd

Let's see what kind
of aim these
heartless literati
can muster up

Sunday, June 29, 2008

It's called spoiling








I made the young man
a friend of my son's
a sandwich
nearly trembling
with anticipation
of the judgment of our household

Where is the mother? his mother will ask
How nutritious is their food?
And why on earth did they let you
watch Reservoir Dogs?

It's silly, I tell myself,
she/they aren't like this
not really
but still
it's all here in my trembling
why did a guy like me
dare have kids?
where did I think I could sustain
a quarter century of attention?

Though sixteen,
my son hugs me --
I missed you,
he says.
While I wonder
statistically
how many sixteeen year old boys
hug their father like this
Could it be
something might be right here?

I turn to the sunday Times
and it tells me
internal parasites might be a good thing
and nations
with higher gun ownership
have less murders,
nevertheless
debacle is close at hand.

I've watch The Mist now three times
and still hate the ending
(what that father does)
I won't tell you what,
that's called spoiling

Friday, June 27, 2008

Emily Dickinson, Warrior Queen









All poets must be liberal,
believe a better world
and most of all
in education and equity.
It is inevitable, our triumph:
Come, we can do this thing!
Someday, the loving
community will arrive,
green, wholesome,
a flute playing in the meadow!

Until that time,
We poets must unite
to fight the military
and white male owners
of large grey buildings
that employ our people in
demeaning circumstance

Poets unite
to end war
Led by Che, the handsome,
we will storm the bastion
of the Texan
and Neanderthals who
qualify for extinction
(their our fault!)

What would be poetry
without liberalism
We'd have soldiers
gloating over kills
And CEOs
rhapsodizing
deals robbing the poor

Storm the bastions,
oh ye poets
For yours in the kingdom
as has been
promised
by Emily Dickinson,
our warrior queen

Burning Heart








Just when I told her
that a broken heart
was a meaningless phrase
it hit me
how I lied
to make the world
seem more what?
rational
like the enthusiasm
a young therapist
must bring to the job
Let's do this thing!

But they're all wrong
the rationals
sadly, as it might be a better world
if they were not.

My heart is broken.
Ah, there is the phrase
and the image --
long discredited:
non-anatomical heart
spouting flames,
encased in thorny brambles.
You know the one
used frequently
in tattoos.

Maybe it's just the rain
or maybe its
leaving my lover
in a place
far, far away
like they say
when mocking fairy tales

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

appeal of liberalism is what exactly?










So often when I read a liberal (like the guy in the Wall Street Journal this morning defending John K Galbraith) I am often puzzled: what is the appeal? I read art magazines and the slouchy hipsters say, "Of course our politics are way left...."

Liberal appeal has something to do with partying.
Liberal appeal has something to do with "cool."

I think social tolerance (sex, drugs, drag queens) is part of the explanation. I mean, what's more fun, a liberal frat house orgy or a golf outing? Ok, stereotypes, but the "right" doesn't hold much appeal especially in its non-libertarian (social conservative) mode. They offer work hard and Jesus. Compared to partying and skimming some cream off the Bill Gates empire (man, he wouldn't even notice!) to fund a rave house for the unemployed in Seattle, well, you see what I mean.

Liberal appeal has little to do with economics.

It's economic theories are mostly stagnant and disproven. Old school protectionism, populism, tax (eat) the rich, and let the government do most things hasn't changed much since the 1940s. I don't think liberal "economists" think that much about economics, they think about pollution, what's fair to unions, jobs lost to India, etc. Of course, I'm simplifying and a smart liberal can always make strong arguments: Nafta is a disaster, globalism is a disaster, global warming is a disaster already happening, capitalism causes disaster, even defending democracy (or ourselves) is a disaster. Notice what these have in common? Yes, the word disaster.

Liberal appeal has something to do with our innate fear of disaster.

This one is trickier: why would emphasizing disaster be appealing? Ah, because most people (part of the human condition) FEEL that "disaster" (i.e. death, danger, growing old, losing things) is always close. Denying it by boostering, say, Work hard! or Be Responsible! or even Love Jesus! is not the same as running with a crowd that agrees with you. Damn, life is hard! You think so, too? What do you think we should do about it? Someone should be helping us (raise our kids, find jobs, get educated, get medical care, save us from pesticides), shouldn't they? You think so, too?
You are my tribe!

Inevitably the combination of cool and the reputation for compassion and the somewhat anti-intellectual bent (you don't read? that's cool) make the Democrats, or the left, the party of young people, "hip" people (Hollywood et al), outsiders (like gays, with a chip on their shoulders--I'm not invited in, eh? I'll show you), minorities (promised social justice revenge from Reverend Wrights since childhood), rust belt unemployed, lost mortgagees, the frightened elders (I hate my kids, who is going to take care of me?).... add it all up (oh, I forgot teachers and unionistas) and you have a "party," not so much a party of ideas as a party of, well, disappointment, fear and promises of worldly goods through no effort on your own.

Ah, but I forgot something. The effort on your own reminded me.

Liberal appeal has something to do with the word community.

What does the right have--"gated" (restrictive) communities, country clubs? The left is flush with communities: gay, hispanic, latino, educational, ecological, animal rights, etc. What does the right have? The community of Jesus lovers, businessmen, self starters, crabby ranchers? Doesn't have the same weight. The left promises above all you won't be as lonely as you are now. Something will change. It's not fair to say they aren't willing to work, they do like some kinds of work. They like "trying" to do things like change the way people think, protesting, and
doing for the environment. They are the enthusiastic recyclers, green advocates, organic food buying, bicycle riding... things that help. Not easy things per se. But things that make them feel less lonely, slightly less desperate (you have to do something!) and therefore have an immediate emotional payoff that's harder to get with the right. Given all the work involved in saving the planet, they could even call the right lazy and selfish. Come to think of it, they do.

Monday, June 2, 2008

hard monday (all heil gaia!)


monday mornings are always hard, not in the good way. always i face why do anything other than loll about and look at porn and drink coffee. thank god there's no heavier drugs around. someone said there's something wrong with the human brain (duh) that we need (crave) so much stimulation. but easy to say, hard to do anything about. my friend sits quietly for hours and shaves her head and does it help? a little. everyone says it's money that ought to be my motivator but i have enough of that, so that sucks. why can't i be one of those people who can never get enough money and then i'd have this little office downtown like jeffR with a secretary and lunch dates and gossip about the market and people who think i'm hot shit but NOOOO i had to go and be a fuckin artiste makin' stuff nobody cares about (too smart for the outsiders, too stoopid for the insiders)... but maybe just maybe i am a genius, why not, someone has to be, surely now we are in an age of a new orthodoxy being born. it's something to see, maybe that's why i'm reading about martin luther, if you lived then you would have seen it evolving, quickly, from fuck those asshole popes in rome to shit, the new people are coming after us! i see this happening and it's scary, it's probably not likely to end up in people being burned at the stake anytime soon, but it'll happen, or it's equivalent. all hail gaia! heil gaia? it doesn't look that way not quite yet, it probably needs a few more crises that could be blamed on it.... what would that be short of that movie that proposed INSTANT climate change (this geological time is a bit of a bummer for the ADD world we live in, but never mind... ) party (like in the matrix...) until it's time to kill the unbelievers.

i'm waiting for the islamics to say the green movement is anti-god. I'd love that! that would be so funny. damn, then we'd have to go to war for them, for gore, for mother earth! maybe the missing pieces. what if they deliberately messed with the "earth" (axis? magnetic fields? something) to bring on armageddon quicker. funny funny.