Tuesday, February 28, 2023

In Eyes' Reach

how roughly or finely caress
the fingers of our sight
the infinite facets of our surroundings

crafters of home to whom we are betrothed
softly stamping perceivers 
pretty plain ugly illusory
until totemic death

see how now the same scenes become strange
witness how work-stuck and tired 
we all feel each other’s gazes

even through words and signs
for all of them perform
acts of seeing

when night arrives in your heart 
thick with weary speed
and dim eyes mine that coffer's fullness 

with furious sagging hands
what jewels will you find 
before the lids close

Monday, February 27, 2023

Erring Dawn

we muster bad men
when seeing reprobate morning
align its severed beams 
glazing lichens in diamonds
and in whose bright arms 
guessing is directed
where sky spittle drops 
new gems in the world’s shine

again it was only habit
in which i took umbrage
as those glum carmine faces
shouted their wrong guesses
the libations turned sour
wasted forever forlorn

we cannot die for lust
but in its fits roughly
presiding loud
sing the hurts of days
as they ensconced
are born

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Inner Ashram

your chest ices over as cases decree
that stinging cut fills thrice with repartee
retire to tranquility 
prepare your sojourn

do not attempt to maintain events or signs
at sundown dance to the coucal song
then escort that same unfettered pleasure 
to a warm bath with wine

if Dorothy’s swooning chamber beckons
recognize the storm blows through it alone
these lurid flickers present themselves hourly
theater seat lullabies for fanciful infants’ gain

the hour is precious the grand event sewn
the past as delicate as fruit
wile away hours in odors of incense
and flowers will pay you 
with dances of petalled coins

Saturday, February 25, 2023

From On High

the god-like finger touches ash
scratches its name into the past
shanty politicians prattle
edifice falls and girders rust
the shuttered windows blown to dust

fingers laced in hair i shudder
head down in the muddy gutter
awaiting the ill winds to pass
overhead the dry seeds rattle
in reeds and brittle yellow grass

Friday, February 24, 2023

Evolution Of Superstition

fortunate restive monkey 
browsing around samples
forever rancorous

haunted forest stay away 
greet several entities
get lousy with guilt 

thrown into the pit 
murk lies within 
that soup of the soul 

rise again and breathe 
new life if there’s life to be had 
no greater bastion of richness 

in the swamp 
the heartland home 
sinking into the mud

Thursday, February 23, 2023

Down

always on tongue’s tip
suggestions and hints
some fuming secret
just beneath only
almost erupting

why breach the surface
only to be known
delineated
weakness ascertained
if war must be waged

better to remain
subterranean

Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Conversation As Translation

we talked about us
picked words from our skies
scrambled letters like 
jumbled tiles until 
we knew what we meant

so soon in sync we
kissed without locked lips
tasted each other’s 
phrasing sweet like love 

fluently speaking you
fluently speaking me

Tuesday, February 21, 2023

City Living City Dying

navigate the window’s targeting cross
dross random free flowing circuitous
through rancid architectural forests
feigned laughter bubbling up the fire escapes
once but now that way is no use to you
perhaps the roof then the garden cages
chicken wire traps and only one way down

Monday, February 20, 2023

Polluted Stream of Consciousness

the epicenter wrecks but can never manage grief 
humans carpet-bombing consciousness constraining all belief
the bland suburban grass land is a readymade plan
wasted water systemic blister all the fault of man
pave longitude pave latitude puke and shit the bed
capital crushing spirits caved cemented cracking head
bleeding into rivers oceans soaking what we bled
artificial sweeteners Roman’s used sugar of lead
drink the fucking juice and sleep the long night of despair
if you wake up screaming there will be nobody there

Sunday, February 19, 2023

Wringing Out

feeling like a wrung-out rag adjacent
the cold stale vinegar disinfectant
weary trembling ink-stained hands on nascent
pages filled with filth fine and expectant
effusing effulgence of grime and grit
like life beauty shines from horrible shit

Saturday, February 18, 2023

No Poem Tonight

Doing things with family. Relaxing and generally being human. Enjoy your night.

Be good to each other.
~MS 

Friday, February 17, 2023

Social Astrology

desiring some grasp on things out of touch 
we empower seers and heed them too much
we’re blind that there are more misunderstood
proximate bodies affecting our blood

Thursday, February 16, 2023

On Writing Poems

crippled twisted broken fingers angled
branches incompatible with the task
at hands gripping tightly carrying on
hard slapping flat the black river of words 
in the rhythmical wind’s unbidden flow
compelling sirens to the sea they sing
onward forever flowing to the sea
then borne on the high tide of poesy

Wednesday, February 15, 2023

A Poor Man's Hyde

pissed i caught myself wishing
that swerving reckless red truck
the fuck would crash and explode
and wondered are these my thoughts

or some dark mind behind mine
another tongue in my mouth
a hateful shadow stranger
worming just under my skin

when did he force his way in
and who am i when not me

murderous brutish coward
who leaves me holding the bag

Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Monday, February 13, 2023

Recall

moments seemingly inconsequential 
images stand out away from the mind
memories clearly possessed by their own
spectral happening held in tissued time

tattoos vinyl grooves but monumental
intangible signals we only find
in impressions after events have flown
near on summer winds hear the calling chime

Sunday, February 12, 2023

Chatterbox

i was born with a singing diamond 
in my throat
i thought made me valuable
so i talked a lot
and sang from night to noon
but the facets split my words
into prismatic cacophony
that could clear my friends 
from a room

it was the silent years alone
early weeknights
walking downtown for a midnight beer
where i wouldn’t have to shout
over the violently banal haze
of youth atmosphere
before i spoke again
saw it still could ring
and didn’t need permission

Saturday, February 11, 2023

Worship

parsimonious dilettante 
what is creative commitment
but unwavering faith
devoted time spent at prayer
at the altar of canvas
at the altar of clay
at the altar of the page
at the altar of the instrument
does the spirit speak
through you or to you
the altar is there 

Friday, February 10, 2023

Kept Small

rather little value 
consumes the world 
yoked crippled
shoulders working 
life shortening 
wanting 

to flee
structure anger 
worthless to apologize
mundane walk to coffee
break a little free

Thursday, February 9, 2023

The Importance of Feeling

sometimes feeling 
that intuitive assertion
of vast improbable metaphysical conscience
provides understanding with immediate clarity
and never tires in its short ventures 
of retrospective connection
compared with designated thinking states 
of small tense fact

Wednesday, February 8, 2023

Fuel

dawn light laying
across the hillside
bare trunks standing stark white
straight as matches
stripped of bark and branches
from last night’s wind
the blades of ice

we marvel carrying the sight inside
zealous armloads at a time
to store and fill the hearth
in the vaguest knowledge of youth
darkness and cold will come again

Tuesday, February 7, 2023

Monday, February 6, 2023

War Comes Quietly (Bearing Gifts)

row a small boat away 
on the glorified ocean
by the rarified star
escape the coming reins

a blended carnage of argosies
commerce in lieu of ammunition
a cratered field waiting cultivation

vengeance boils ascends
coalesces until gods are 
displaced bodies of rage

Sunday, February 5, 2023

Call For The Return of Spring

time when the warm and fragrant breezes blow
and melt from the mount to the river flows
even golden crowned daffodils bow down
and kissing flowers burst forth from the ground

it’s then i long to hear your voice once more
when do you come back from the farther shore

spears are put down 
and spades cut only ground 
platters are full 
and all cups overflow

it’s then i long to hear your song once more
when you fly back here from the farther shore

A Book Review: The Dawn of Everything ... Well At Least Human Things

The Book:
The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity
by David Graeber and David Wengrow

Citation:
Graeber, David and D., Wengrow. 2021. The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity. New York, Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

TL;DR – If you think the world is a garbage fire now, and you like anthropology and/or archeology, this is a thoughtful, well-researched, and even profound book written by experts in their fields with a wealth of evidence and experiential knowledge. I recommend it.

The Authors:
David Graeber was a Yale-educated American anthropologist and anarchist activist. He died in September 2020 and this book was published posthumously in 2021.

David Wengrow is a British archeologist and professor of Comparative Archeology at the Institute of Archaeology, University College London.

Summary:
When we think about the development of human civilization, we often fall back on familiar tropes. We learned early on in our education that our ancestors were intelligent primates who learned to use tools. We hunted and gathered for subsistence and lived in tribal communities made largely of extended family. We expanded into larger nomadic tribes under the rulership of priests and chiefs who helped to centralize political control and manage social organization. When we learned agriculture and animal domestication, we built settlements and cities ruled over by religious leaders and kings who instituted law and primitive bureaucracies. Wars were waged, territory won, and the world got bigger. Empires rose and fell to new empires, until at last we arrived at our current predicament, once referred to by Francis Fukuyama as “the end of history”.

This is an easy to grasp, relatively linear progression of human development. The problem is, of course, it’s completely fabricated based on old sexist/racist misunderstandings, and outdated political, social, and economic theories.

In The Dawn of Everything Graeber and Wengrow use evidence from contemporary discoveries in anthropology and archaeology to question our current thinking on human political and socio-economic development, and the development of the state and state bureaucracies. Beginning with the question of human inequality that emerges in the Enlightenment, they discuss how the work of philosophers like Thomas Hobbes and Jean Jacques Rousseau is purloined, at least in part, from criticism and debates about European political structures leveled by … wait for it … indigenous Americans. 

When we take into consideration that the indigenous peoples of the Americas explored a wide range of social and political organizations (including Democracy, though it was not called that) prior to their contact with Europeans, it’s even clearer to us that the narrative about a “state of nature” with its “noble savages” (Rousseau) never existed. The linear progression of human social, political, and economic development is not only wrong, it’s laughable.

The authors assert that considering homo sapiens have existed for at least 200,000 years with our capacity for abstract thought and imagination, it’s ludicrous to assume we haven’t experimented with hundreds, or even thousands, of different kinds of social organization.

For example, there’s ample evidence to show that prehistoric people in what we now call the Middle East began using agriculture employing advanced farming techniques, and demonstrating complex knowledge of astronomy and seasonal cycles. Then, for reasons still under speculation, appear to have made the choice to abandon this way of life in favor of nomadic hunting and gathering once again. 

Another example: In North America, there’s evidence of an expansive centralized power that once rose, connecting the western and eastern portions of the country with trade. Cities and towns formed and prospered. Then, just as suddenly, they were abandoned for freer forms of tribal organization. The political lessons of these changes were handed down, and live on through the myths of the cultures explored further in this book.

Through all the evidence they present from archeological and anthropological finds across the world, the authors attempt to answer questions of human inequality. Chief among these questions are: How and when did we get stuck in the current world order, which we are frequently told is the best possible outcome? And in the face of current environmental crises and political upheavals, how do we begin to envision something else?

Some Additional Thoughts:
I listened to this book on Audible, narrated by Mark Williams. It scratched every itch of the social science-related interests currently under my skin, and I recommend it highly. I will definitely seek out other books written by these authors in the future.

Absent from their discussion here is how capitalism in its current form works in tandem with the linear narrative of human political and social development to prevent meaningful change. The movement of capitalism and its delineations destabilizes social structures in order to create new markets and exploit newly encountered or developing cultures. Newness and difference are the lifeblood capitalism sucks.

I’m not saying that it was a necessary for Graeber and Wengrow to dive into a capitalist critique here. I’m aware that’s not the point of this book, and I am almost certain the authors are aware of and have explored questions about capitalism elsewhere. However, I think putting this work in dialogue with a deeper historical exploration of the rise of capitalism and current capitalist critiques could be very fruitful in answering the question of how we envision other ways of living in the world.

Saturday, February 4, 2023

Control Unhoused

once established order destabilizes
if we snap off our confusion there
potential spiritual awakening

rebellion in truth always unhouses
discomfort espouses tastes and aversions
beware and cut these paper chains

longing for the old makes reins
nostalgia from the market makes a home
where only a haunted house should be

synonyms customs limits civility
where obedience and faith are sanctities
lies enthroned the seat of deceit

Friday, February 3, 2023

The Winter Tree Man

my father in a green hospital gown
on a thin white sheet 
slipping off a plastic mattress
he asked me to remove his socks
to put on something warmer
peeling them down 
a snow of fine white skin flakes 
fell to the floor from his feet
because he could no longer bend 
to scrub them
toenails thick as tree bark 
yellow as amber

Thursday, February 2, 2023

Vacation

nothing much to look at
spread out reaching
denigrated as basic
the once weather proof front
now patches of gray
where brown paint peels away

inside dark as a dead tooth
with a crucifix hanging 
on the kitchen wall
plated bronze tarnished
tousle-haired children smile
holding up fish
from faded photos in the hall

outside beyond
the yellowed lawn
until dusk
we swim in the ocean

Wednesday, February 1, 2023

The Home of Doubt

that place where old doubt
has taken its residence
pine cottage on the mud lake
reflecting the worn mountain
eroded to a high hill
beneath mounds of moss

Thoughts on Bots, Poetry, and Coming Back Again

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