Sunday Poems XVI

Today I’m thinking about the sorts of decisions we will make when it becomes commonplace to really start changing parts of ourselves. Imagine what it would be like to decide which model of machine organ you would like. Consider the impact of roboticized humanity on art-making. I follow an actor on twitter named Angel Giuffria who has a bionic arm. What kind of roles can she inhabit which other folks can’t? Art is broadened by having as many lived experiences represented personally by the folks making art. I feel thankful for science fiction writers, who are obsessed with these sorts of questions; one role fiction can play is to be a user’s guide for living.

Sundays are a nice day to drink coffee and read a poem; it is possible to consume stimulants and also engage in meditation. There is an old Japanese legend about the origin of tea involving the Buddhist monk, Bodhidharma. After meditating for seven years, he found himself falling asleep, and decided to cut off his eyelids so he would be forced to stay awake. His lids fell to the ground and from them sprouted the first tea plants, a few leaves from which he chewed and found he was able to comfortable return to his meditation, focused and awake. Whatever your method for staying awake today, below is a series of poetic studies which hopefully you can find useful. As always, I’m here to talk if you need it.


5 Poems (theme)

1)

One moment to another
we make our lives of
listening to the way you talk
your mouth clucks
like a hard drive
and your brain makes
modem noises
because already
we are old.

2)

Interest comes
sucking noises
from your lips
and my ear to your head
if I could hear your thoughts
like a heartbeat.

3)

We leap from
snowy place
to snowy place
music videos
projected to the sky
your mouth opens
and your mouth
makes sound
while your brain hides
and chatters.

4)

Chewing
thinking.

5)

You are a tree frog
and I am overwhelmed by chatter
how does your brain stay on task
does it talk loudly to itself
does it play music to itself
and your mouth is closed
but even so
i can hear words coming out
and the leaves bend at your touch.

5 Poems (variation)

1)

One moment to another we make our lives of listening to the way you talk your mouth clucks like a hard drive and your brain makes modem noises because already we are old.

2)

Interest comes sucking noises from your lips and my ear to your head if I could hear your thoughts like a heartbeat.

3)

We leap from snowy place to snowy place music videos projected to the sky your mouth opens and your mouth makes sound while your brain hides and chatters.

4)

Chewing thinking.

5)

You are a tree frog and I am overwhelmed by chatter how does your brain stay on task does it talk loudly to itself does it play music to itself and your mouth is closed but even so i can hear words coming out and the leaves bend at your touch.


This post was originally written on January 24, 2015 for Latitude 53, while I was their Writer in Residence.