"psychoanalysis"
present an issue clearly and concisely
get a new perspective
probably just a lunatic
maybe that means trouble for me
a more interesting connection there
short and to the point
reject everything up to this point
can I give a more spirited defense
a certain product of history
a critical eye to the reasons you believe
very illuminating
stay on board
standing alone
on a metaphysical plane
closer to the real world
a better idea for life
actual life-happenings
because it’s easy and simple
so much more than that
take it and expand it
so many aspects of life
very abstract principles
life is like a box of chocolates
come to terms with reality
become silent and face our own existence
what if I were one of these thinkers?
in what way would I have responded?
culturally ingrained in us
we have to understand why
reactions and responses
something very different than what I was exposed to
unusual
it goes back farther than that
I was shocked
I’ve got thick skin
you’ve got to be able to dish it out as well as take it
now it sounds like bullshit
real convincing
don’t start throwing things at me
it’s got its good and bad things
the nuts and bolts
probably my fault
a springboard to rant
time-bound
focused on a specific period and a specific grievance
very frenzied
stops and starts
Showing posts with label found spoken word poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label found spoken word poems. Show all posts
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
a double value...a figure paradoxical
"a double value...a figure paradoxical"
kneeling
suffering
revolting against what's happening
grab the truth in that moment
can't verbalize it
different views
desire to come to the truth
a bold undertaking
forever and as of this morning it hasn't been resolved
you can't grasp otherwise
unveil a secret to something that you can't have
can't explicate it in words
make preparations
the teacher says my appointed time is near
truly I tell you one of you will betray me
you have said so
this is my body
poured out for many
fruit of the vine
drink anew
bring into the present
with his right hand
hands have to be washed
there's so much here
a whole process
raising the body above the earth
holy and pure
let me just interrupt you
going to be assaulted
my appointed time is near
not a regular guy
heavens opened up
you've experienced the future
touched eternity
part of a greater drama
at the same time
that resignation
belongs to a higher truth
a new truth
I'm just coming up with this now
puzzling
all these conflicting forces
gestures lead the eye
we have a new truth in the universe
the whole world is coming into that truth
let's go onto the next
when you come into it
it overwhelms you
we look at it as outsiders
give me an insight
you said absolutely nothing right now
no deeper meaning
you have your tension but it's not fulfilled yet
coming close but not quite touching
the truth versus the betrayal
a love-hate relationship
what do they have in common?
participating in a drama which is going to give God to mankind
two wires just about to touch and set off a spark but they don't
that's as far as I can see in this
kneeling
suffering
revolting against what's happening
grab the truth in that moment
can't verbalize it
different views
desire to come to the truth
a bold undertaking
forever and as of this morning it hasn't been resolved
you can't grasp otherwise
unveil a secret to something that you can't have
can't explicate it in words
make preparations
the teacher says my appointed time is near
truly I tell you one of you will betray me
you have said so
this is my body
poured out for many
fruit of the vine
drink anew
bring into the present
with his right hand
hands have to be washed
there's so much here
a whole process
raising the body above the earth
holy and pure
let me just interrupt you
going to be assaulted
my appointed time is near
not a regular guy
heavens opened up
you've experienced the future
touched eternity
part of a greater drama
at the same time
that resignation
belongs to a higher truth
a new truth
I'm just coming up with this now
puzzling
all these conflicting forces
gestures lead the eye
we have a new truth in the universe
the whole world is coming into that truth
let's go onto the next
when you come into it
it overwhelms you
we look at it as outsiders
give me an insight
you said absolutely nothing right now
no deeper meaning
you have your tension but it's not fulfilled yet
coming close but not quite touching
the truth versus the betrayal
a love-hate relationship
what do they have in common?
participating in a drama which is going to give God to mankind
two wires just about to touch and set off a spark but they don't
that's as far as I can see in this
Monday, April 18, 2011
an illusion retained in shadow as to a moment unborn
"an illusion retained in shadow as to a moment unborn"
despair and hope
always together
blood and new life
this side is lighter and that side is darker
participate in the passion
co-existence of despair and hope
blood, death, and life
open to redemption
darkness into light
death passes into resurrection
despair comes into hope
it is now real
the end of darkness is not darkness
you have life after death
this is what I think
heaven is already present
a single truth
between life and death
articulated in different dramas
it's the same truth
collapse into it
it's already happening right now
it's even stronger
this is it
everything's pushed towards you
you are encountering this and becoming part of it
absorbing those who look upon it
* This is another found spoken word poem, which I have composed this time courtesy of Professor Gershon Greenberg and his Meaning and Purpose in the Arts class, from lecture and discussions of April 14, 2011. The same other stipulations which I mentioned as a footnote to my last found spoken word poem apply here.
** The title of this poem is an excerpted sentence fragment from Leo Steinberg's essay of artistic criticism about Leonardo's Last Supper, "The Seven Functions of the Hands of Christ".
despair and hope
always together
blood and new life
this side is lighter and that side is darker
participate in the passion
co-existence of despair and hope
blood, death, and life
open to redemption
darkness into light
death passes into resurrection
despair comes into hope
it is now real
the end of darkness is not darkness
you have life after death
this is what I think
heaven is already present
a single truth
between life and death
articulated in different dramas
it's the same truth
collapse into it
it's already happening right now
it's even stronger
this is it
everything's pushed towards you
you are encountering this and becoming part of it
absorbing those who look upon it
* This is another found spoken word poem, which I have composed this time courtesy of Professor Gershon Greenberg and his Meaning and Purpose in the Arts class, from lecture and discussions of April 14, 2011. The same other stipulations which I mentioned as a footnote to my last found spoken word poem apply here.
** The title of this poem is an excerpted sentence fragment from Leo Steinberg's essay of artistic criticism about Leonardo's Last Supper, "The Seven Functions of the Hands of Christ".
Friday, April 8, 2011
long story short
"long story short"
binary of two forces
one force in opposition to another
a multitude of different oppositions
understand the power dynamic
just about anything
share those resources
a cultural bias at work
asserting itself
totalizing itself
homogenized to look this way
differences are papered over
giving the face of something that should be feared
looking at that lens at work
close the borders
try to alleviate
suffering from the disease
as the other or as the same
determine the motivations
lack of education
this is why we help
the notion is transformed
remains in place
establishing what it meant
distinguished itself
define ourselves
a region of the world
imagine one that would not do what he opposes
interconnected as it is
sovereign within its own sphere
we have some kind of obligation
we are going to make judgments
the paradigm through which we think
considered itself the center of the world
there is no homogenous, totalizing group
there is some truth in this
you need to just get used to it
you are born in a world and you can accept it or change it
language is elastic
accidents
mistakes
not the end-all, be-all
the body of work
a major weakness
a system that allows them to come about in a fast manner
you are involved in the process
I am still making decisions
as a matter of form
at some point you have to evaluate me
I think that’s where I’m going
I hope we are able to tie up our loose ends
humor me
pretend you’ve learned something useful
* This is a found spoken word poem which I have composed, courtesy of Professor Shanaysha Sauls of American University and her Contemporary Political Thought class, and reinterpreted from the lecture and discussions in class on April 7th, 2011. The words and sentence fragments themselves, as far as I am able to record them, are accurate and in chronological order, although I have heavily excerpted and fragmented them for poetic quality and themes.
** I would prefer to present the text of this poem in a format which is center-aligned, but I am not sure if this is possible in Blogger.
binary of two forces
one force in opposition to another
a multitude of different oppositions
understand the power dynamic
just about anything
share those resources
a cultural bias at work
asserting itself
totalizing itself
homogenized to look this way
differences are papered over
giving the face of something that should be feared
looking at that lens at work
close the borders
try to alleviate
suffering from the disease
as the other or as the same
determine the motivations
lack of education
this is why we help
the notion is transformed
remains in place
establishing what it meant
distinguished itself
define ourselves
a region of the world
imagine one that would not do what he opposes
interconnected as it is
sovereign within its own sphere
we have some kind of obligation
we are going to make judgments
the paradigm through which we think
considered itself the center of the world
there is no homogenous, totalizing group
there is some truth in this
you need to just get used to it
you are born in a world and you can accept it or change it
language is elastic
accidents
mistakes
not the end-all, be-all
the body of work
a major weakness
a system that allows them to come about in a fast manner
you are involved in the process
I am still making decisions
as a matter of form
at some point you have to evaluate me
I think that’s where I’m going
I hope we are able to tie up our loose ends
humor me
pretend you’ve learned something useful
* This is a found spoken word poem which I have composed, courtesy of Professor Shanaysha Sauls of American University and her Contemporary Political Thought class, and reinterpreted from the lecture and discussions in class on April 7th, 2011. The words and sentence fragments themselves, as far as I am able to record them, are accurate and in chronological order, although I have heavily excerpted and fragmented them for poetic quality and themes.
** I would prefer to present the text of this poem in a format which is center-aligned, but I am not sure if this is possible in Blogger.
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