History: a Poem as Process
or History on the Assassination of
Mostly words from Amiri Baraka’s “History as Process” & Nikki Giovanni’s “A Poem on the Assassination of Robert F. Kennedy.” A task: First, an abstraction of syntax born out of resonance (it is ear, Euclid, Pinaceae). Secondly, a translation of sorts through synthesis (folded over) in a chair. Thirdly, another abstraction (this time its lexicon). Lastly (with confidence), a promulgation of sonorous histories and dissonant memories.
of the never felled
mysteries by the
All experience—the fruit
All suffering, if
a thing All before the promise.
finger wherever in—not when—there
the next second yet to comfort.
2. There yet
some diminishing comfort. Yet,
Beauty, we might. There are those
acknowledged Godliness, reality of need.*
It is ax and
this suffering** truth, sharpened saw,
all men’s boots
*Loveliest histories: the step-forth, damaging
as speed/the tree,
is god as
Soul, what can
is yet to
know or fulfilled
understand and of nature
freaky, Human heat!?
the force. But those,
as simple future, who would
roll through ’s winter’s cold
Words not my own. I had to look
through stinging, heavy eyes not my own.
Peeled back, rotten the fruit—
All (capital A) experience. The tree is
felled and always had. No utopia—Bankrupt utopia.
Lacking compassion and I will not listen. I can’t listen.
(A heavy rain burns, unable to put out what flashes in echoed
-nob JULY 2016