Arrested by imbued grandeur’s glands As by a buzz I was stung you see Nerved to rave, weaving strands worths verbose, all this by a bee For that fury desired for me To write in a wry array That pollen packer set free That which would stay Dear Apis aptly, stare See melius melior be Yet for chap’s sake fair Leave me instigation free
Open the heavens down Speak more to me, I implore For such wisdom is crown a golden glorious lore See, I nod in admiration So continue, pretty please Smiling, ecstatic in elation With your wit, my heart agrees So on this night similar Mere little questions, say Take my time, dear counselor So begin, I have all day
Where were we Whither hath we waved Why words wobble wide When works witted we craved Where are we Oh how a mind can wander Over such seas and hills Under mole’s mountains maunder When will we Contained ever be Such weather wonders If we ever a stable sea How may we Catch dreams fled On mares, knight roam To there be led
In the great sea of Culture, we fishies swim, breathe, and have our subsistence. We take from these watery depths, letting its waves inform and influence our actions, our thoughts and our deeds. Yet when an individual does something that upsets other individuals, infringing on their sense of identity, hindering their freedom, denying another their rights, many blame culture. For someone must pay in blood, one must be tarred and feathered, life demands a sacrifice and life must be satiated. Someone must pay. Why not the void, unfeeling, unknowing, impersonal, a universal that stands above us, why not history, the deadened past with antique “backwardness”, why not culture, for we all know its pervasive lies creep into and seer our souls with its destructive acidity.
So we blame culture. Yet we are to blame. For culture is not just an impersonal force that exist above us, controlling us, and affecting us in a one way exchange, a monologue of decrepid instructions toward destruction. No, this is a two way street. For human beings, individuals are not alone in the universe, we do not exist separate like islands, free, autonomous and liberal. No, we individuals, we fishies swim in these waters and as much as we take, we also give, as much as we receive, we also instate, and as much as we are influenced, we influence this watery world. For this aqua is not sterile, these waters are not pure, for we individuals pour our hopes, our schemes, our ideals and our dreams to dissolve into this solution–we individuals flavor the waves that we taste whether the waters are sweet and clear or are bitter, burning and acrid. Whatever has been taken from culture was put in by another human being, thus whatever problems you would like to blame on culture, originates from another human being across the pond.
Now before you sharpen your steak knives, pull out your pitchforks, and light your torches, not always do these problems originate from one human being, not always is one individual to blame–however, these problems are human, thus humans are to blame, every and all, for we all have the potential and the inclination to strive towards strife and more importantly, we will . For we individuals are personalities, bent and driven to the pursuit of our own life, liberty and happiness, for which we sacrifice others in our pursuit. Yes we fishies our own devils in disguise, we are the sharks stark in snark that snip and snap at other existences to secure our own. For there will be blood in these waters as all must work by sweated blood of their brow–yet the blood will not be ours, for aren’t those minnows swimming this way. What an opportune sacrifice.
Yet, look and see, those minnows, small, sleek, swimming by, those minnows are you and me, those victims and perpetrators are one in the same–see the flesh you suck at is your own, Tantalus the thigh you chew is thine as the prey prey. This is not us vs them, they the dirty sick dying, we the saved, wholly, pharisicylical. Redeemed does not mean reassigned–it means recommissioned so all yall crabby hermits drop the shells, lose your shields, take off the gloves, swim within the waters yet be, remain yet transcend, stay yet assault–whoops, salt these waters, for we were not commissioned to pedestals to stand on and look down, but we were sent to the trenches, the caverns, the land where the Son fails to shine especially, we have been sent, so we should go.
Heavy I sit or sadly I sat for still I stayed if not flit a gnat Wind breathed that inspired goad bit a cow musing who a cart towed Full of mind pondering heavy the wagon sat but maddened milker stricken wheels churned, mud begat now notion in motion did vivid verses travail for that bully charged leading a wit frail distracted, the cart drawn stanzas did forth go even in lunacy’s yawn a poem livid did glow Heifer heaved, heaviness hidden for here wry runes and rime run wills witted write unbidden thus punctually a poesy is spun
Listen clear all ye near To my muse err, wondering Hear now all endowed For a song's now bubbling Concert, for within the frame A lyric cautious prances Conceit, for the inspiring dame forged beats, idea advances Concise, four words terse come Verbs verbose cut, dodged Cautious, vims veiled stay mum yet in lines gleam lodged Consider dear, all ye hear Symphony, sound together thought Thus amused ideas blear Captured, conceits are wrought
One day, on a whim I sailed
To find a sea imagined
Vapid, fastly far I travailed
Yet not an iota scavenged
Next day, on a limb I wailed
The dearth of ideas deplored
How yester festered and failed
How today I whimmed for more
Today, with a vim I hailed
that whim so dear and fad
yet swiftly it wassailed
my failure, fled, a nomad
Someday, a rim availed
this whim I’ll catch for me
but now with sigh exhaled
I’ll traverse this mage sea