Posts tagged ‘Gender’

March 28, 2017

how to be a thoughtful globalist in the wake of fake intellectuals

this would make me empassioned, or
impassioned.  i am passionate about this something…
that’s how i get
when neo-globalists
who’ve never left the states
try to fix
other people’s problems
with
their English language exclusively.
the irony of westernization; fixed only by itself. YOU SEE?
and that is what they call backwards and selfish.
tho, there will be no stories of this on the news.
because just get out there and disrupt because.
and they should
call those who
think locally “nationalists” too.
a bunch of loud fools.
you know, somethings don’t translate.
you know, people might have different opinions.
this is how language works.
so when they/you designate
their/your ideas, ideations, and ideologies
as such, i just smh in realtime.
so silly, so stupid, so same.
that is why i am a where-ever-i-am-at-ist,
because i am right there,
i can attempt to understand
what i see and experience around me,
for me, for truth, for better.
maybe even for you…
but honestly, not for you (i don’t care)
or the tv (forget tv), i won’t facebook livestream it
or create a clever sign that
gets thrown away next day in some ironic carbon footprint
(that you too should actually hate)
after the post and the filter and the likes–fretter fakes.
and that is what i am passionate about,
or empassioned about, or impassioned about,
all that is around me
because i can touch it tangible,
as they said, i can feel the real,
i can set the clock next to the bed.
and there is something about language and labels.

February 14, 2017

this poets plight

there are 10,000,000
of the same exact
trying
to do
what you want
to do… the same exact.
so, how do
you prove
what you have to
prove, the you
and what you do?
write about
social justice,
write about your
city, write
about oppression,
write about love,
or if you don’t feel it
fantasize about it;
society gives you truth.
(where is the lens?)
for me,
it’s different:
minimum parental leave,
as a dad,
diapers and breast milk,
little to no money,
full-time work with college debt,
no covered movement,
cis pale male,
no publisher,
i tell people what i think–
no groups,
no promotion to climb a ladder,
just words.
and i make myself happy.
yet still for a poet
like me
my plight isn’t
trendy…
there are bigger memes.
more advertisement to be had.
so forget it.
now, it doesn’t matter.

December 31, 2015

Homage to Charles Jackson, The Lost Weekend; the lost critic

There is no fix for it, besides outright
quitting. And how many people will do
that? They don’t care to, you know. When
they get upset like any person here, they
think they want to give up, but they don’t,
really. They can’t bring themselves to
admit they’re critics, or that judgement’s
got them pegged. They believe they can
give it and take it fair — so they give it.
If they do stop, out of shame or awareness,
they go at once into such a state of
depression and shock that they become
inaudible. They are lost of thought, and
feel sure enough of themselves to be able
to start assessing, promising objectivity,
or straight realism, and — yeah, then it
becomes the same old play over again.

August 14, 2015

American Mammal

A bright sun crawls over
a hot sunroof to meet
the working day,
as bulbs on a computer screen flash,
amass the made up page.
Men and women slip
underneath, characteristics
become unaccounted for.
Unknowing they go, thinking alone,
believing in bold font & sharp tones—
subjective as fact, living each & every
day for a quick read, drink, and a sweet snack.
Then they are taken, as every other,
to a grand pasture, heaven.
Set out free on their own accord—
until a fence is met.
How quickly their heavy chains they forget,
how relaxed their time was spent.

They are mammals all the same,
animals until their dying day.

June 21, 2015

Rachel Dolezal is also a Person

Homosexual
Straight
Transgender
Transrace

A person can relate
Through whatever debate
With:
“I love you”.

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Always,
Some can’t while others can.

February 5, 2015

Convulsive Flower

Honeysuckles robust,
Of a rich land,

Dripping to velvet tongue;
This Lai sweet song,

All nature;
Moving with the wind, touched by the hand—

Shining there—wet,

Ready,

Taste naturally.

January 3, 2015

The Abbey Theatre

Abbey! O! Abbey, you’ve come to remain.
Abbey! O! Abbey, you went up in flames.
Abbey! O! Abbey, you bring culture, theatre, drama, and art.
Abbey! O! Abbey, you give Dublin its heart.

January 23, 2014

American Excess

The things we do

New tattoo cool

 

Trendy trading sexes

Serious life decisions

 

Free times we live in

We all need an intervention

 

What happened to happy with self?

Forget what I’ve mentioned

 

In good health

Struggle to get out of the haus

 

Make a statement

Cut from local cloth

 

Parts of the pavement

Thoughts we’ve engaged in

 

That which we’ve lost

 

Success:

American trivial astonishment

Humble in this jungle

Exhale smoke

Wash the sex with soap

 

Moments at the bar to recollect

Just out of respect

 

Death

Drugs

Expensive car wrecks

 

Celebrity intellect (what’s that?)

 

Rock and Roll

Hand prints in wet cement

 

What they expect (?)

Reluctant when stressed

 

Ich bin immer…

 

This is what an idiot looks like

Plenty to view in this modern societal zoo

 

Don’t feel bad

-Ya know, I’m there-you too?

 

All the best,

American regret

 

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Life is hard for some

I’m more worried about my walk to school in the present tense…