American Poetry has begun its resurrection - from the poetry of snobbishness, to vagabondage (raced for an answer but didn't understanding), to the street & divine (the food of the soul *they had an inkling of understanding) - to the resurrected - the movement of art today. Every generation - the canvas has been stripped to bare bones, further and further, until only marrow is left - but there is substance there. Soon we'll be down to subatomic particles on the surface
from confusion (Vietnam)
to overabundance and superfluousness (the Gulf War)
to hoodwink (Iraq & Afghanistan)
at the same time there is a polarity of nonbelievers and radicals - wrong on both sides - idolators, rhetoricians
more torture in the middle
east post Saddam
moblize within yourself
I am offering my body
to the universe
throw my credentials into an asteroid field
Sodom and Gomorrah
holy + ware - oxymorons
I'm a mystic
I'm a radical - but not for
a cause - I'm a self
radical
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