Expunging the pain that rails the soul
Imposed by demons of theocracy’s creation
To spur into damnation wistful thoughts by free minds
Toward reward of flesh given to life senses
Composed of elemental consciousness
Born to all though realized by the few
The few strident in their challenge to refute
The shroud of restriction divinity imposes
To let flow the fluids of body’s purpose
That by its doing is to revere its creator’s creation
Whom am I, thought to composed word
Directed by the etheric-plane, the absurd-ity
That is this self-deluded presence powerful
In authorship to meaning created for voices’ sound
One of seven-billion more so spoken, some profound
Toward literary importance of acknowledged
Rhetorical scheme of institutionalized definition
Segregated and apart from the true essence of word
Articulated in form of meaningless meaning
To be presented into consciousness; merits attention
But, is oft discarded to the trash-can of thwarted dreams
Unconscious to consciousness fed
Crimson the paint-brush bled
Occupying willing canvas bed
Expressing emotions thought dead
Giving rise to what is not said
Left to discovery what’s to be read
To the artist; merely, chance to shed
It is truly a gift given
To render to written word
Thoughts held by the Mind;
For those whom give consideration
And, to their Mind, now to reside.
No favor of truth to wisdom
Is the promise given by these words;
Only that consciousness has been risen
And, choice to their discernment,
By them, others to potentially learn.
Allan Ginsberg’s Howl, William Burroughs’ Naked Lunch and, Paul Goodman a novelist,playwriter and social activist; all advocates and adventurous men of original literary acclaim to the avant-garde, rebels in and of their time, garnering unsolicited reputation for challenging the buttressed and stalwart, civil-conservative institution of literature and civil-society at large; these great, inspirational authors and each provocatures of past little known, unfortunately, by many contemporary authors and public.
The ironic thread that strings these three men in particular, is not limited to their willingness to trash contemporary style, form and theme, the hallmarks of accepted and flourishing literature of their time but, their sexuality. Both Goodman and Burroughs were bi-sexual and Ginsberg, homosexual.
So what relevance does sexual-orientation have for their works being recognized as profound and revolutionary contributions to the literary realm given at times, the shocking crudeness and vulgarity of language describing in vile and gutteral detail, perceived deviant sexuality, heroin addiction and smoking of pot expressed in wildly random, convoluted style and form contrary to the conservative and conventional literary publications in and of their time?
Though to a considerably lesser extent today given current human and equal-rights legislative reforms; during the life-time of these men homosexuals and bisexual were heavily persecuted, deemed tarnished reprobate, sick people and legally classified as mentally ill and, subject to arrest if caught or reported performing sexual acts with other men often relegated to secrecy and cover of darkness.
It is no wonder given the harshness of the social environment imposed on these men and others of their era, would resort to free-form expression to expunge the hatred and hostility they all were grudgingly obliged to endure.
Ghost like, dark mist cloud of evil slither unseen through sky of goodness’ light with sinister deed to ensue, malevolently executing its providence of domain to refute that which is preached to be said, its wonderment of resolve is sanctioned unto the being who sees to this truth of beginning yet not fulfillled by the challenge that doth make known too, its presence unto the seeing Being.
Cloud of goodness that envelopes each living soul being is the challenge to sustain; for within each is the whisper of evil yet contained but, wanting and piercing to be fulfilled in the full goodness of the the glory it seeks to domain.
The harmony of balance is the Soul’s journey given to sustain giving providence of the domain to the goodness of light
Morning Sun rises to horizon’s shining glory
Golden rays energy to imbue the day’s story
Full essence of nature composes the coming day
Life for love’s fulfillment makes its ubiquitous play
Earthly bounty given for all to imbibe, to enjoy
Cornucopia of texture, color and sounds to employ
Calming tranquility of crystal-water brooks
Source to feed human senses beyond that spoken in books
Easily is lost awareness to what nature freely brings
Lush flora, fauna, animal cries that sing
Faith given to coldness of technology, running away from the rest
Modern-man has grown to ignore Earth’s largess.
Prospecting the future
With hindsight gaze
Perplexed by the outcome
Of unknown days
Wealth to the measure
Surprised by the scheme
Replenishing the treasure
With yet realized dreams
Love is the passion to the cause
Uncertain to the reason
Defying rational(e) laws
Of day-dreaming dream’n
It’s not a surprising inevitability the blogosphere is increasingly being utilized as a platform for ‘get rich quick’ schemes to proliferate but, the question that need be asked: Does the motivation to attract ‘followers’ stem from the desire to present quality, original material or, simply to add to a list of others amongst whom, are those willing to participate in a pyramid scheme to make fast money?
The basic formula to these schemes is to create a blog site that will convince others; by creating a blog site to attract others to join for a modest fee, subsequently shared up the pyramid-shaped totem of affiliates. Given the countless numbers the Internet can reach daily, each new fresh set of eyes presents a real opportunity to make significant dollar amounts by convincing a fraction of them to join the scheme.
No one can fault anyone for desiring to make fast, easy wealth by doing something they are already doing but, as with any pyramid scheme, the greater wealth goes to those above at the expense of those below and secondly, the blogosphere becomes inundated and consumed by meaningless tripe and ultimately diminishes the potential and experience of the tool.
Oh, by the way, since you read to this point can I interest you in……
the only living desire
is, by words, to inspire
for this, I am no liar
for never, do I tire
to light the mental fire
to conjure before I retire
images to take my reader higher
in order we may mutually conspire
to share, as moments transpire
naykdpoet 