Alone for you, state it and I’ll bring it. That’s our duty. I’m not a poet I’m a blog artist. These are thousands is that so? Would you gear with me the impossibilities of paint another form of blog?
I wanna get in your living room the poet speaks aloud, the blog artist refashions the internet, and it is as legitimate as a piece of paper sayin’ things. I’ve got out the bugs, the pieces of electricity put into us electronic think.
This is my whirl with you. I take the possibilities of poetry and group think and put them right in your lap. I’m a rebel I’m a holder. I’m sincere with you. God it all stinks, and a better world is coming in the kitchen sink.
Sylvia Plath did not Gertrude Stein. You know what a kitchen is thought, and how many people sink there? I bet you didn’t include the kitchen sink, and I double meaning my poem blog post.
It’s all gone to hell ain’t it? I sit and count God on my fingers. I can’t get at it that way. I’ve got to get bigger than your living room, your apocalypse see. I’ve got to get bigger than the loss of my boy and Auroville stinks. I’ve got to be a bigger poet than a blog post. Fuck you I said. That aughta do it.
Oh my fucking God, I’ve got to get bigger than my pen. I’ve got to say to you words that open up worlds inside you that change the world. I’ve got to make you see for one goddamn minute we are not animals in a bullpen. We’re not even That. We’re ourselves in time with the means to change out of this skin of loneliness and disease that even all good people wear.
We can improve the human condition. We can get better at ourselves. I’m finding that in myself as we speak. Adopt a belief? Change yourself into the bigger man when met with the opposition, your own damn faults or the shit storm of others.
You can be a bigger person to life’s faults. You can be the skies all take room in. Do you hear my apologies?
Through the lens of the screen we interpret reality. This is how we get our gun. It’s how we conduct business. We die that way. It’s a world in front of our face that we miss, we need to listen to. What’s reality goin’ on around us? It swallows the moon.
We’re just stale, happy, TVs in the room. It jogs us. It casts us aside. We come to our computer to participate, or put our cellphone between us and the world. Does that make TV better? We market our lives sittin’ in front of a screen, and it can be so tiny. It’s not there you know. You are.
We translate screens all day, and we don’t know their rash. It doesn’t solidify us. We just get all choked up on a reality ration card. We think it excites us. This does us in. Get your notebook and interpret reality with that. Record your inner life. Your outer life will still be there when you get back. Those events jingle. You can feel them with your hand. They are real to you, and they’re awesome.
They seem boring to you because they step on the ordinary. They have miracle all over them, if you know how to look, and do you know the world draws nigh to you when you do? You see things that are extraordinary, synchronicities between thought and life that you know somebody’s lookin’ at yah the universe can’t hold. These are certain stairs, and you reach a height at noon that reveals to you God.
You can’t see this on the screen. It’s too confined in there. It doesn’t have reality’s picture on it that blankets you with stars. It’s not where you’re at. Oh you can move between thought and the screen like you live there all grown up. You can ride lightning’s ways. You can figure out the world in the emptiness of its room. You can sit and enjoy yourself. You cannot hold hands with God.
I’m showin’ you this on TV, and you just dyin’ to practice it in the real world, ain’t yah? You want to see God. You want to see thoughts larger than man. I’m tellin’ yah they’re there in the dry, material world. I’ve picked up a book and opened the pages of reality with it. That’s my own damn TV, where I sit in reality and wait for the next full moon.
I sound good to your reason-sense, but you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about. It’s green there. It’s got flexible and still on it, and it’s a whole wide afternoon, or a mornin’ that bakes bread in reality’s oven; an evening there whispers to the stars. You can’t get that look onscreen. It’s not tangible, real. It tries to trouble you, get you to play basketball on digital courts. You are mad at me no?
Let’s blame the room. We don’t know how to put it right. It just bleeds us to make our reality all fucked up. We have digitalized each other, and this is worms. We’re not even real people inside the machine. We got lollipops on we want other people to lick. See me there?
Where does poetry go inside the machine? It changes its meaning. I’m starin’ at you now, wonderin’ how many hits I get singin’ in a dark tunnel. Would you meet me there? Would we get out of the machine? I think we would find somewhere to be humans again not under computer programs and not onscreen lives.
I do stay long I do stay up here in the companion of see. My day’s because of it. My time online are my thoughts I’m tryin’ to have me killed for. I’m not the only one puttin’ you in touch with yourself with my reality TV Episode Donny.
We’ll say I was parkin’ and I saw a Muslim guy stare at me intently, would you believe this is page one? I’ve gotta get yah outta here. So I turn the world upside down in your ideas, act strange with the written word. Can you see me happy? That’s most of my flower. Now I’ll see where we’re at. I’m not hatin’ anybody. I’m lookin’ to end hate so you won’t hate me. That’s a noble enterprise.
Left the school of bang your head against the wall, of put out your left eye, and so for nothing less the reality’s keeps, and if you see an American Jewish woman walkin’ down the street, you wouldn’t war with Israel. Know whadda I mean?
Wow, I think I’m healthy for the next line: we are all one family. We do business together that way, on and offline. He’s gonna put it in a bank watch this. Why don’t you just leave it here? Goddamnit, could you put a photo at the top of the page that is really, truly there because you like me? And you enjoy your meal, Ocean’s Eleven, and there you have it.
How many realities of life are there? A Boeing 747 in each one. It’s on a fascinating, fascinating mountain not far from here. Okay. It’s in this poem. Let’s go get some sleep after the intro. That’s not how about you rule things. Your consciousness is up there. I have trouble accessing it, you are the poem. I reckon then go, go where your prime takes yah. It’s right there beyond the screen.
You just can’t do it. What about an online pass? We breed poems, and I talk about accessibility. It has that special sauce when you’re committed to a short story a movie a play. You don’t frontal lobe it. You’d like to know that word. You thought you thought ahey? [line heard sung] Leave me alone. Alright be quiet. I’ve gone back to being somebody’s poem on the internet.
It’s to help you open the world. I’ve almost gotten you this evening. Yes I’m quitting. I put more butter in my reality’s screen to get out of the ego’s refusal to its environment. Rest assured, I just want God there the vision I have always.
A quiet you find yourself in, a silence that can see the stars, these are the momentary hush that come together to you for reality, that grasp tangible God. These are the momentary links that give you all the nature of man. Wind with me to that summit. I arrive there the quiet in your room. Lift with me a moment tangible God.
A guy that’s on the net.
It’s on the net.
I not been poet before.
Spirits in my head and they won’t go. [line heard sung by the Strumbellas, “Spirits”]
We’re shoppin’ for cars.
Can’t find a one in your neighborhood.
Bubble me up please.
This is Ranger.
I’m calculating science.
You don’t understand the net.
I’ll make a video
to make everyone laugh
so I can feel special inside.
I’ll waste my time here.
I don’t know what to say.
Can you do it,
make meaning out of worth?
A horrible commotion
the whole damn net.
Where do we put it?
I’m sure some voices rise.
Some everywhere.
Let’s not fudge with it.
Let’s put meaning on there.
Can you mean somethin,
make us all grow,
like we mean something?
Where is it
the meaning of this paper?
I think you’ve thrown me away.
The net’s speaking me.
Can you hear that?
Can you show your inmost self on TV?
Just one rupee sir,
and we’ll have taxes of course.
See that net?
You won’t be a voice talking.
We won’t take you there.
Do I wanna go down there,
to a person’s imaginary poet world?
Nah,
I read a few lines.
I think we’re good.
What’s he gonna say,
meaning?
Throw that poet away.
I’ve got an appetite for stuff.
Many rules gonna get broken
for the net value.
You are not prepared for its worth.
You just think it’s ticklin’ time.
It’s like a Ouija Board.
Who moved that dial?
Quagmire.
I think you read me loud and clear.
Now let’s test this boat.
Too heavy for us.
I know;
you can’t do it,
wash your hands with Jewish genitals
and save the world.
See how smart you are.
You can’t get your head down your pants.
You need to go really, really, slow.
That book will scare you,
Between Jerusalem I’m Sorry.
Read that book.
It’s an understand the world book,
not just human genitals.
In this book they’re just redeemed.
Can you see Jerusalem?
Oh my God he’s on paper,
the Internet,
the whole world.
Green light,
oh we can go back
and change something
if it didn’t work.
What am I supposed to do,
with QAnon
and that whole Trump’s the savior mess?
Let’s get them meet the press
and it’s we lose our democracy
if they’re voted in.
You okay?
It’s in Nature to stick up like that.
This is a long poem,
exact words.
Give it with me,
the meaning of life.
Back them I didn’t realize, well,
your anxiety’s gonna come up.
I’m sorry,
give yourself a tight squeeze.
We’re handlin’ the book.
This poem needs a picture.
Who Hannah?
She’s a lovely dog.
Leading a dog
to where we belong in time.
Must be some book,
leading a dog through time.
You got my wolf?
I think it’s your wolf actually.
Anyway read the book.
Is that my measurement?
Yes sweetheart.
This person is solvin’ the world.
You got that Houston?
Which asks you to stretch.
It's not fun for The Family Guy either.
Small snake bite—
you won’t get away with it,
no matter how you read it,
without it doin’ you some number.
Enjoy it;
this is the end of the world
that doesn’t know its origin.
You’re headed for a disaster,
oh world we live in,
if you can’t bring this book to light,
or its ideas on some other page.
Look I’m talkin’ to yah straight.
No other book has the power
to bring you to change.
You mean it
where this book is bound to you,
and that’s a doctor,
the one you need right now.
You think I’m exaggerating.
It’s all in the book,
and I’ve just mentioned time.
Can you see that far?
I don’t think you’re even lookin’.
History has a book party.
I think you’ll find this book
in its Rolodex.
You’re not listenin’.
You’ve watched too many commercials.
I reader
am in the whole thing.
Read it
and don’t look back.
You want extra-terrestrial contact
I should ask.
I’m not talking about the one in spaceships.
This is bigger than words.
Okay talk to the world
the very nature of its see.
I’m showin’ you that
extra-terrestrial.
No other formula has it
quite to this degree.
You understand me?
The nature of the universe will talk to yah
in large poetry ships,
and the prose will just knock you sideways.
All in a day’s work
in that book.
You take it from here.
Anyway, let’s call most everybody:
what do you want to do when you grow up?
You want to be mountain and feel pregnant with the world?
Excellent,
I got it.
I got your book,
and we’re right here
in the lighthouse
Pondicherry U.S.A.
to the spirit of India,
where star wars meets the Earth
in Israel.
You got that car?
I’m drivin’ it down the street.
Hop in.
We’re happenin’.
We're leadin' a book through time.
Harm's End 