A Crash Course in Reality:
A Poem Tower,
Healing Circle, Art Project
Life Curtains
You like that art that puts you in the front yard with our children.
So we can gaslight them to death?
I’m a chapter on raising them right,
and this is a book of love.
So, you’re gonna still feel us out in terms of money?
Wow,
cultural understanding,
let’s put it down on paper.
A cultural misunderstanding,
I’m all over you.
Baby what’s wrong?
Marvel Comic books
cannot capture in my life the will of a single day.
I’m being thrown against the wall by Titans.
And you expect me to believe such a dramatic intro?
The hard part is
think on it.
Today is
the day the world comes to call
in your kitchen.
Take a little child and bash them up against the wall,
that outta do it.
Now put God there.
Who hurt the child?
Do you sure you know?
You are the principle of the inner fire.
You will meet them in the stadium of your room,
and a divine poet enters the room.
Where is he at?
Put down on paper
he’s gonna rescue his boy.
Put that in your hands,
after he opens up for you consciousness.
Right there
you find this book is ready for you,
holding out a can up here.
Nithish, a Tamil boy 12-years-old, being raised by both his parents and I, an older American man and a spiritual aspirant in India 20 years, I his primary parent since he was seven, has his life upended when his parents suddenly take him from me his ‘grandfather’ and allow no contact whatsoever, and they do this simply out of a growing jealously that reaches its boiling point when, in a meeting with the mother over their wanting Nithish to be with me to only one day a week, I mention to her a video he’d given me that his mother made of his little brother masturbating and what he’d been telling me about his father molesting his little brothers.
There then ensues almost four months of his parents taking revenge upon the boy and upon me, and the boy is beaten, psychologically manipulated, and put under constant supervision and control over those months so that he will renounce me and not tell on his parents for abusing him or his little brothers. The book culminates in a meeting with the Child Welfare Committee of Puducherry, India.
The story is told by the 54 Facebook posts I posted during those months, each post a chapter of the book, and the posts are a mixture of English, Tamil, poetry, prose, photography, and video, my poetry and the boy’s, the videos from the boy’s YouTube channel and from mine. The boy’s material he created months before he was taken from me, and the creative material is a very clear and startling example of prevision, the boy writing poems, raps, and a song to his future self so he will understand what is going on and wake himself up from the brainwashing, as he describes in poignant detail the abuse he will undergo in the future by his parents and his ardent desire to get his life back and return to the lake from which he was taken.
Whether you believe in miracles or not, you will be made to confront unarguable examples of the boundaries of nature being crossed and the future laid bare, in this case by a little boy wanting to stop being hit and controlled constantly, just wanting life to go back to normal and to be a boy again.
Harm's End 