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create_destiny) wrote2006-09-04 11:14 pm
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After Howl
Assignment:
Read Allen Ginsberg's poem, "Howl."
Write a rant, (your own version of "Howl"). Be as rhetorical as you like, get up on your soapbox and scream. Use repetition and striking imagery.
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After Howl
Our days of terror are over now
you and I,
our apocalypse has ended,
the signs of war have faded
from our faces
now shining with holy oil
mingling with tears of gladness,
tumbling from tender sore eyes
Our days of torture ended
And we went rejoicing into that water,
you and I,
our hair hung in our faces,
washed with hyssop and made clean
we were kissed by simplicity
again and again
we tasted grace on our lips
These were the days of our mystical resurrection
when we knelt in holy places
smelling of beeswax, earth and incense
the chinking of the censor like bells breaking
the bonds of our psychic death
our minds restored from madness
we walked softly in those days
gathering sweetness,
thumbing woolen prayer ropes
tied in intricate knots by black-robed women
bathed in beauty and light
again and again
we heard holy words
chanted by musky, bearded angels,
sacred words and ancient melodies flooding
our hearts
the way made smooth
by suffering
again and again
the traces of war and apocalypse
once etched deeply into
our souls, are gone now
our minds ravished
by the heavenly mystery
only images
of our mystical Resurrection
remain
Read Allen Ginsberg's poem, "Howl."
Write a rant, (your own version of "Howl"). Be as rhetorical as you like, get up on your soapbox and scream. Use repetition and striking imagery.
********************************************
After Howl
Our days of terror are over now
you and I,
our apocalypse has ended,
the signs of war have faded
from our faces
now shining with holy oil
mingling with tears of gladness,
tumbling from tender sore eyes
Our days of torture ended
And we went rejoicing into that water,
you and I,
our hair hung in our faces,
washed with hyssop and made clean
we were kissed by simplicity
again and again
we tasted grace on our lips
These were the days of our mystical resurrection
when we knelt in holy places
smelling of beeswax, earth and incense
the chinking of the censor like bells breaking
the bonds of our psychic death
our minds restored from madness
we walked softly in those days
gathering sweetness,
thumbing woolen prayer ropes
tied in intricate knots by black-robed women
bathed in beauty and light
again and again
we heard holy words
chanted by musky, bearded angels,
sacred words and ancient melodies flooding
our hearts
the way made smooth
by suffering
again and again
the traces of war and apocalypse
once etched deeply into
our souls, are gone now
our minds ravished
by the heavenly mystery
only images
of our mystical Resurrection
remain
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She just said, with a twinkle in her eye, "I'm not a gift, I'm your penance!" :)
As for "having a sense of entitlement"... what the fuck? No, get this straight - I have a sense of justice and fairness that what ANYONE has done deserves fair and proper payment. Most of what Christianity deals with in terms of morality, is taken care of in due course by natural process - people get their just desserts for what they have put into life, one way or another. And as for the mundane things of this world, well yeah, you're damn right I believe people are ENTITLED to a living wage, for example, as long as they are doing the corresponding work for it. America as a nation, of course, has earned several wars on our own soil, and I see that coming at some point. Will I get all patriotic and incensed about it when it happens? No. Will I be surprised? No. Will I get all bleeding-heart and join candle-circles for peace? No. I'll buck it up and deal with whatever reality is right in front of me, first and foremost the survival and well-being of my family, then the well-being of my friends and neighbors and community. As would any honest person.
So, no. The person who has 3 cars and a plush house in Suburbia and an 800G mortgage and 2.5 teenage kids sporting the latest Gapwear and iPods, that's where you find your "sense of entitlement", as well as the blindness that fuels all these stupid wars for oil and land. I'm EARNing every last bit of my $7.50 per hour at that factory, and believe me, almost none of it goes to frivolities. What, *I* should feel guilty that I'm richer than 3rd world people, or that bullshit American schemes of charity and welfare combined with rampant multinational colonization are only sinking them further in debt? What the hell, I'm being more a part of the solution than probably 99% of this country's population. If you want to worry about someone's sense of entitlement, worry about the rich boomer fucks from the Bay Area who are buying up all the land on the ridge in upper Bidwell and building their mansions and gated communities and driving around in goddamn Hummers. Dude, I rent, work a factory, scrape from paycheck to paycheck, and ride my fucking bike; I'm not the enemy in this world, and if I am, I'd like to know what I've done wrong!
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We are not separate from everything else (including rich baby boomers) it's only our ego that makes us think we are....
more later, I have to go to work.
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You're always going off on baby boomers and of course I can see why to a certain extent, but sometimes I wonder if you feel the need to revile a segment of society in order to be okay with yourself. And if so, then why "the babyboomers?" Surely there are other segments of the world's population more worthy of such derision. I personally like to blame Bush and Texans. ;P
I can't think in these boxes that are getting smaller and smaller with each response. How the hell do I put these under a thread?