8/8/2019 Alberto Said
6/14
Writing a poem, story, or drawing a cartoon is something you do,
something I have done, something that
can be done, and, when the times comes, a something that will be
used to define us, to name us, to re-do
us.
One way the mind works: Take for example an instance where
someone asks you if you know of
a certain restaurant. Upon hearing the name of the place you
mind conjures up a static image, a
mental photograph that you associate with the name of a place.
If you can recognize that place
then you know it. If you cannot recognize the place your mind
conjured up then you have not
been there, or you have forgotten the place. What is important
here is the case where you do not
know of the place and have never been there b/c you created a
place in your mind that has nophysical referent. It is this
imaginary place that you will live until you go to the place and
realize
that the place is "not what you expected." You expected the
place you created. You will never
go to that place, but you could describe all of these imaginary
places to yourself and build a city,
a planet, a universe, a lover.
8/8/2019 Alberto Said
7/14
Haunting the stacks like a vicious ghost this man stalks his
thoughts through thickets of
confusion and anger. Grasping at mist; straggling the air;
wringing it with white knuckles; boney
fingers clenched pressing into red patches of skin. You, books,
are my little treasure and I will
be the one to caress you. Away from the adulterous glances of
the young and the miserly
perusals of the geriatric...
*
Tonight will wash over our shipwrecked thoughts,
as the eye of the tempest, our desires, draw the tides of our
bodies into violent whirlpools.
And what of this liquid dervish shall we ever know?Only the
ironic inclination that we continue to live, despite life; desiring
a death without life
8/8/2019 Alberto Said
8/14
"9/11"
Upon the rubble of the T (t) win T (t) owers,
in the twilight of that pompeiian Kristalltag,
I ask, what do the 9/11 truthers want of Truth?
Will it spur them to duty bound revenge,
to justice-
to violence-
to desire-
No. For those shards are meant to cut flesh.
Now, then, we must, once again, ask (as our true Father once
did) quod est veritas?
But to the response we must bury our faces in the soot of a
country that was never ours to
begin with.
Let our tears make mud of the ashes.
Let the mud cover our faces so that we appear as demons,
indians, the dead. For perhaps then we shall
be ready to drink blood instead of Jooze at our party, our
parties.
*We shall dream of the Earth shaken from its restless
slumber;
(s)(h)it(e) will split asunder.
Issued forth from optimistic mirth that appears as furious
wraith,
destruction will make unanswerable demands in the most ancient
of tongues.
Ruin shall announce the end of our dream and the birth of the
apocalypse.
Perhaps I should be more clear about that part. The parenthesis
are there to comment upon
the inclination certain people have to anthropomorize the earth.
So if you take the letters out
of the parenthesis you get "She" and "He", but really I am
saying that the earth is an "it" sothat is why I do not put the
"it" in parenthesis. Also, the word "shite" is spelled out by
the
letters and "shite" is an alternative spelling for shit. As if
to use the pedistrain phrase "shit
will split asunder."
the poem is largely focused on the double dreaming that is
occurring. The first dreaming is
that of us, the humans. For we shall dream of the Earth waking
up from its dream. the
confusion of perspective is then double in the confusion over
the earth's mirth (the play on
words here regards Earth's mirth sounding a lot like "Earth
First!") and the earth's fury. This
confusion-play reflects the muddled position of radical
environmentalists who characterize
the earth as both playmate-companion and unthinkingly ambivalent
in its 'natural' brutal.
The destruction line is still more play on the vision of certain
'misanthropic' (i hate thenegative connotations around that word)
environmentalists. The poem ends with an end to
the human dream and subsequently the termination of the
anthopomorphized earth's
awakening. the 'trick' or 'punch-line' of the poem is that upon
the ending of the
environmentalists' fanciful, if not apocalyptic dream (which is
only a dream and thus not
real) is the real endof the world insofar as the end is
conceived of in human terms. For the
earth is not to be anthropomorphized and thus life will continue
once we, humans, are all
gone.
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