A photo-poem from my Twitter/X feed, December 6, 2020
Tag: revolution
Tomorrow in the Hall
That’s why what I can get on the television is behind your imagination,/
you’re too fat.
What’s that?
It’s a soft glow.
You’re wrapped around the axle of society
eating everything you can get your hands on,
entertainment spook outs,
song after song after song,
the news minute,
and bubbles and bubbles of internet stuff,
and books that make you mean.
You can’t get away from society
in your newspaper.
What’s that supposed to mean?
You suck society’s dick
a porn hub.
I’ve just offended half the nation.
The other half’s asleep.
Why can’t I suck dick on television?
I’m using figures of speech
to show our involvement with society.
I just got censored out of society,
but can I employ you in your mule,
weave together a story
using pockets of molten lava?
I’m tryin’ to get yah riled up.
I want to show you you’re pasted by society.
Would Sri Aurobindo say that?
I think he would allow inspiration to come
and not worry about sensibilities.
He would not future poetry
to make it stand a language model
that forgets our garbage stuff.
He would future poetry.
I want you offended.
I want to show you what you’re made of.
That’s not squeaky clean.
It’s all over the place.
If I took you into the Silence,
you would want to come back.
You do not know the spiritual consciousness.
You think it’s a morality speaker,
a set of rules you follow to get there.
A whole other world
arrives when spirituality arrives.
I don’t think you saw that yet.
You’re a radical revolutionary
if you’ve taken off ego a moment.
I have never been there permanently,
so I can’t say there.
Did you think Sri Aurobindo was like your local priest?
I want you to examine yourself
in the light of society.
It’s mean it sucks,
and it will throw you to the wolves
if you just can’t make it fit right,
your will with what society says no.
Say you molest children—
I’m going to marry a millionaire.
Oh my God you’ve processed God,
and you no longer molest children.
You can love a child now like it’s God lookin’ at yah,
and you love that child.
The formula’s in the Bhagavad Gita;
you just don’t hear it,
or you think it can’t be done.
Fuck a child,
and society will never let you in again.
I’m boilin’ your paper right now.
I wanna show you how small you are
when it comes to the big stuff.
You just morally react.
You don’t know how to do it,
heal a person from society’s ways.
It’s society that fucks children;
I guarantee it.
What’s the softball today?
We learn to love each other,
even those you hate.
If I can’t accomplish love,
I can at least accomplish understanding.
That mother beats my child,
and she’s raped him from me.
I could take a stick and beat her myself,
but that would just make her meaner.
I understand her jealousy
and her lack of control.
I just sit with it.
I’m rescuin’ my boy.
You hear it done
special in our media.
I’m gonna see him safe,
and I’m gonna bring him back to papa.
That’s my name on his lips.
He calls me daddy.
We have a room for him
in a whole new place.
This is spiritual journey,
in the air of spiritual journey,
where that boy’s no longer in Pondicherry,
so that boy’s ocean will work.
Grab you guys
in a manner of minutes,
and anyway,
I’m makin’ sure the roads are prepared for him.
I was gonna give this poem to who would’ve thought it,
but for now let it sit on this Facebook page.
Those of us who would change society
have to live under its auspices.
Society would rather kill than change.
It’s acquired a life of its own
apart from the individual.
It’s got great steed on it,
but we’ve reached the end of its present rope with us.
The world will be destroyed before society changes;
I mean it’s bragged about that,
if you can hear the writing on the wall.
How do I know all this?
I’ve been from one end of society to the other,
from the mountain to the monster,
and I’ve grown bigger than society
makin’ that monster
climb to the mountaintop
and seein’ God from there.
The monster changes his panties
and grabs society by the horns
so that society can see itself
for the monster that it is.
I’m no more monster.
Can you ride with me?
I have some beef to show you.
Holy cow,
let somebody eat beef,
if they’re just tired of the same old fare,
what doesn’t take you rocket launch,
what keeps you in the bounds of society,
what goes no deeper than a three dimensional world
bound to love its aunties
and the open vigilante.
Am I chargin’ wool?
Hey man, are you mediocracy?
I sucked the wrong dick.
You are basically a big person.
A big person,
you are God unawares;
you are the look of the Lord
when He forgets Himself.
Let’s all dance to this tune:
hey God, wake up.
See yah on Sunday,
on Saturday,
in your religious house of worship.
It just kills the kids doesn’t it?
They know there’s more to God than that.
They know there’s Everlasting,
but you’ll just slap them around
if you find out
this thing has to do with naked and
not with their school books.
I’ve been the danger a kid faces at midnight,
and my God watch it grow,
their Shazam.
They know there’s more than little TV,
and I’m not talkin’ about the sex stuff.
They know they can get beyond this movie,
that God is bigger than Her lists,
and don’t just stand there;
do somethin’.
It’s put up here hangover
on that third eye.
You’re just gonna have to get your shit together.
I’m compound joy.
There is actually a petting session over here.
Nithish called.
Everything’s fine.
I will see my little boy soon.
We’re all at a movie.
It’s packed.
Saw the hall were you there?
Every divine minute
the time it took to free me.
No,
you were there willingly and cooperatively,
and you woke up with a bang;
it hurt too much,
just like the Buddha said.
We just don’t put illusion on everything,
because God’s there
the hunt.
Wanna see?
See past your nose
blockade.
Make you feel the situation,
make you feel the heartbeat,
make you get out of yourself,
river find out
the apocalypse,
if you don’t hum the right tune.
That’s in our field today.
See that little boy?
He’s weathered the storm.
I’m not just gonna leave ‘im there.
I’m gonna bring ‘im home.
I’m gonna open up
where God dwells.
Wanna see me do it?
I know how.
Alright people, listen up.
The Earth song,
do you just cram society?
These are open bars.
Come on Grace,
let’s go pee pee.
We can’t send her out alone.
That little Beagle’s still a puppy.
I gave ‘er
more than the rat race.
Come on let’s go
to your human, darling,
and I took myself to divinity.
You comin’?
Society rose,
what’s the historia?
It’s wide open,
every means to God to get there,
even through the snake.
You just stop biting people,
even through the murderer and rapist.
Now that I can put this in literal terms,
so can your doctor.
I be doc.
Listen up,
let’s start from the beginning.
Dicks out.
No, you don’t go out.
The boy’s offended by the balls.
That boy’s offended by the power
of some certain dirty thing
even mentioned in a poem.
Take it off the neck.
No, I don’t wanna get yah to do it.
Can’t heal it ‘less you hear it,
and that’s in the meat grinder,
a poem so everybody can get off,
a poem so everybody heals
from this disaster
we propagate as society.
That boy got offended,
that readership.
I won’t say fuck you God no.
I’ll see yah when you’re open again,
after death,
or this poem will.
It’s got strings on it
that pull you along
where this poet meets the world.
There’s a response.
There’s a regular response.
Can you feel it?
It’s on the way home.
You’re bigger than mountains,
and you don’t have to be bothered by anyone
or what they say.
This is a test of your truth speaker.
Can you get past this test?
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
[above line heard sung by Plastic Ono Band]
Truth can be known that doesn’t betray yah.
Get back in there
tenderfoot.
I think my muse is talking to me.
Goddamn,
there’s just no end to the beginning.
This poem was written for the Facebook page Teachings of Mother and Sri Aurobindo – Discussion forum, but I’ve tried to post it twice, and each time it’s been deleted automatically upon posting, and so I submitted it to a member of that group called Renaissance, an arm of the Sri Aurobindo Society that is doing a feature on the purpose of art. In their series, there’s an essay by Nolini Kanta Gupta, arguably Sri Aurobino’s main disciple. Ignore the introduction by the Renaissance team and just skip to the essay: “The Obscene and the Ugly – Form and Essence“. It will add flavor and standing to my poem in the light of the the Integral Yoga.
The Well of Human Unity
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
Goin’ through the tunnel of a poem, I sit here and write to you. I puppy every morning. That’s a little boy I get off to school or get ready for the day. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed no, he’s a bear. He’s difficult to deal with in the morning times. I just do my job. Stand around and baby me! Hold that thought while I iron your uniform. J.A.R.V.I.S., mach 4! And on goes the uniform. It’s a rush to get him off to school. And there we go. I really like my job. I don’t get annoyed too easily. I’m giving the world its fresh morning start. I’m giving God his clothes for the day. That boy gets my full attention. He’s my special project. What does he think about it? You’d have to see it believe it: he just wants to be with me all the time. What do I give him that other people don’t? I give him the bell role, and he sure makes use of that bell. I am so delighted to be in his presence. I cherish him a devoted man, hang on his every word, well almost, and just shower him with attention. We’re not always there. So much time we spend alone doing our own thing in close proximity. Even now he’s on the computer a few feet away. Why do I give him this attention? I can’t give you a label that fits. Nothing I can call myself works. Pederast, pedophile, boy lover, I think you’d think of sex. You don’t understand. I love him in that special way you love boys when they embody to you your other half. Let me explain. I think we all desire union with a person to fulfill ourselves. It’s not always the opposite sex. I think you’ve accepted gay and lesbian unions, although some people still have problems with the sex. Well here we are with a boy representing my opposite half to me. Okay put God there you tell me offended by the relationship, and that’s what I have done. The boy’s not God for me. God’s lookin’ at me through that boy. Now imagine if you really saw this. I’m not there to harm him, am I? Granted, it’s not easy to sacrifice sex and the romantic squeeze. You do it because you have to. You love that boy. You love humanity, and God you love, and you don’t forget you love yourself. Now tell me love can’t do it. It is stronger than your hate, what I’ve had to overcome to sacrifice sex, your hatred. You’re the biggest obstacle a pedophile faces in making it right with children. You can’t even see this. Sitting in your buffered self, you can’t see your hate reach the world. Consciousness is to you a byproduct of brain, and the hidden consciousness we all share, you just deny. A bubble’s worth, it means no more. Are you following me? Now what do we do with pedophiles? Now tell me love isn’t strong enough to get them to love kids right. You are so mistaken with your animal impulses. You give hate the day. A pedophile has a purpose if he could be made right. Let’s grasp a little boy by the horns. He needs a lot of focused attention, and no not every pedophile would have one, and I don’t know how many little boys need a pederast at their side. Soul manages things, and we’ve got so much to learn to let it do that. I’ve made a beginning to give you this example, the making of a poet. Will you hear me? Anyway here we go. Let's book ends meet. He's in patterned straights. He has the divine attention. I just look after him. The divine attention melts into that he is a poet. I keep him open to that line. That's my job with him. The logic of a poem, it’s clear on certain things. Let’s play with boy love, shall we? Every boy has potential to be something worthwhile in this world, I mean in human stakes, raise our integer. I’m sorry girls too, but that’s not my discussion today. You think I’m talking fame. I’m talking make us a better people, and many are unknown who do that. Now where do we bring the boys along, the ones who have that mark of adding meaning to our lives? Why not a pedophile brings them, not barring other people can? I don’t think you know the meaning of pederasty as an ideal mentoring us along one boy at a time. You imagine only sex. And where do we take this vehicle from, in its proper form, what brings humanity closer to itself? Have you ever heard of human unity? No believe me you have not. Every area of human life has to charge itself to human unity. Every perversion has to find the divine purpose behind it. This is not a communist manifesto. God is the unity of all, the God that brings oneness as the guiding principle of our lives. It’s a process of soul. All our ships will have to be recommissioned. Every institution, marriage, family, law and order, and all our means of employment, has to produce human unity to survive. It’s a lofty idea. Put in practical terms it means fundamental change. The very engines of society have to change. Anybody who they are by nature will have to be dealt with in the light of human unity, the most perverted, and it’s there we reach harm’s end. Nothing is done we prepare in school. What would it be anyway different? Look who we are and match with that who. Perfection comes from both of them, the creature of the world and the creature of God. Bruno! Ideology can’t put up with this, someone dangerous. I don’t think an annual wait would work. You would have to show them the way of life to change. Oh my God experimentation, how you have to do that. That means it can’t be a national field, set about by its laws. It means overturnin’ bein’ human. I’m there with a camera right in your argue belt. We’re almost there, where you see my contribution. Individual's place power, look at this. I’m talking to you today the very thing I’m talking about. How do you propose this? Well can you think of better circumstances for human unity to come waltzing into the room, when the lights of human unity Auroville are almost out? The city will still be there even when human unity is not where it is taking itself. You want Auroville the city of the status quo, government-run Auroville. You’re not going to produce the new human being. No radical shift in consciousness there. Rules cannot arrive at human unity. How we’ll have to overcome consciousness, all these formations of ill will floating around. Tell me the outer process sees this. It takes an inner revolution overturning society’s ways. We need circumstances for that. We need Auroville. And there you are in Auroville arguing for land this and that, ecological green, the keys to the office, what have you. Something more fundamental’s at stake. Can you see where we’re at? We’re at the very crossroads of the city itself. Who’s taking over, the ordinary way of life or human unity, and who will Auroville produce, just more people or the superman? It’s time for you to decide. The Indian government can’t do it. It will just produce the Indian government. It has no means to outgrow itself. You’d need a charter that says what it needs, and we go from there. You have the charter in your hands the Mother wrote. To listen to superman, he's always on time. Where are you gonna get a map? Look right here. Can you see the way? If you're like me, it'll take you awhile to see it. And another little baby child is born in the ghetto. [heard sung, by Elvis] There's just so much at stake, and we need to hurry. So race to human unity on itself. Alright news, listen. Cause man help.
Harm's End 