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Queer Music

They lived across from each other
on and off the center floor dorm hall,
both on the much discussed
controversial LeftWing side.

Yang perused Yin’s CDs,
“I see you like that queer music,
Elton John
and Luther VanDross
and George Michael.
I didn’t notice that before.”

Yin responds quietly
calmly
amused:

First,
I don’t believe music is gay or straight,
but most everything related in-between
harmonic and dissonant,
diminished and replenished.

Lyrics may be queer or predictable
but usually flow well
either way
telling co-relating creation stories
of nature’s neural positives
and negatives
surfing back and forth
in and out
before and after
here and there
now and then
and yet to climax
polypathic health
as polyphonic wealth.

But, Second,
Feels to me all music,
maybe all muses,
are queer
when I think holistically about it,
us,
them,
verbally thought and non-verbally felt,
internally touched

By a rhetorical moment
we curiously know as music
without noticing how radically unlikely
regenerative processes
compassionate evolutions
could ever reproduce such homo-ingenious sounds,
rhythms,
patterns,
colors,
textures,
stories,
epic original empathic creations
and co-empathic octaved recreations
within such a LeftBrain heterosexual white privileged
RightWing capitalistic
narcissistically greedy
UnQueer Marching Against
the Great Historic/Futuristic muse and prophets
of harmony,
despite dissonance,
resonance,
despite fading resilience of Baby Xers,
polyphonic yin-mused light,
despite polynomial not not
climate of touch and feel dualdarkness.

Meanwhile Yang
couldn’t hear too well
since opening the window
facing spring
listening
to a cranked up RocketMan,
while athletically dancing to hot not unqueer music,
and Yin’s ears swayed tenderly after and before
queer musing
straight talk.

 

 

 

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Timely Death of a Muse

My muse died today.
Although how could I lose
abuse
or amuse
what was never mine to use
as I see fit,
hear fitness,
feel fitfully?

This muse dies tonight
not from old age
as I had long predicted
must be my sad and unread case,
but for a new voice
or vice,
for deeper lyrics
and wider melodies
and globally local choreography
perhaps a ridiculous younger person’s game.

They say
not to write, unless you must;
Not to paint
or sing
or dance
or become a prostitute
unless you would otherwise eco-bust
ego-lust away this lifeline.

If you can live with something,
most anything, else
to occupy your time
and pay the rent,
then do
and be those more civil relationships instead.

It never occurred to me
perhaps because They didn’t say so,
I might do most everything else
so I could retire into writing
and reading
and singing
and dancing

But not prostitution
because no one would pay
for what I can not give away
with integrity intact.

I miss this muse already
but doubt she even remembers me,
a right hand
useful
responding to her labored demands
too ponderously telling,
psychic yelling,
when I longed to show in grace
integrity’s newest face
rhythm pattern pace
divinely humane race
robustly timeless space
without dissonant disgrace

Showing
not telling,
Belonging
not longing,
Dancing
not marching,
Singing
not shouting
to and with and for
tomorrow’s mute muses,
today’s deaf listeners,
amusing to move on
with overflowing emotions
not mere museless motions.

Now I have broken
my only two rules of unself-conscious writing.

1. Never mention the muse aloud
or dead
for She abhors a nonvacuum
of light,
and

2. Never write
about writing,
For the same non-reason
that optimal sexual
sensual
neural experience
cannot happen
if my sole
and sold-out purpose
is this Great Orgasm.
of we-consciousness.

My more retiring amusement died today.
Although how could I lose
abuse
or ever timelessly muse
what was never mine to use?

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ReCreating Climax

You have to be able to remember
what life feels like
with wealth of health

To believe that Creation is healthy

feels courageous,
baldly
boldly stated.

To feel that Creators are not unhealthy
feels like a curiously in-between way
of unboldly thinking
in dipolar double-binding apposition,

Seeing is not not hearing,
believing is not not unfaithful
to change

inside Win/Win’s integral climaxing promise

Where a more interior reasoning left-brain listener
would expect to outside hear
partisan bipolar uncreative
and dissonant
and entropic lose/lose
opposition
to the very possibility of re-healthing experience,
courageous
or otherwise.

In this great transition
from psychological inside
to sociological outside,

from economic inside
through ecological
prime relational
outside

Lies all our critically urgent
empowering
and long-term disempowering
theoretical
theological
multi/mono-culturing differences

Without any re-creatively useful
disambiguous
experiential distinction possible,
courageous
or otherwise

Between left-brain secular experience
and right-brain sacred re-memory,

regenerate/degenerate motion
and emotion,
and re-motion
and pre-motion
and un-motion
and not-motion
and not not motion
motions of and for healthy/pathology
creation/destruction

Between natural body
and spiritual mind

Trusted truths
and entrusted beauty

Of healthy creation,
courageous
and baldly re-stated
through re-creating health.

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Fragments of Earth

Fragments of voices
like phrases of song
are accepted inside
as not too horribly wrong.

But whole operas,
learned dissertations,
and uncertain scientific recreations
are not accepted outside
without establishment’s substantial reservations.

Indigenous wisdom hears
and reveres interdependent wholeness
while modern patriarchal strength
is willing to sacrifice independent fragments
to preserve overpowering social lengths.

If space is heard
in wholeness
versus inter-connecting fragments,
How different is this totalitarian
transcendent view?
When universal time
expects unchanging chronic wholeness,
constipating stuckness,
rather than interdependent holistic fragments
co-acclimating of and for this WholeEarth.

Fragmented voices
swallow sounds of hopelessly isolated individuals
inside and outside
when not listened to
with totalitarian absence of reassurance,
lack of personal appreciation,
or denied basic healthy identity tolerance.

These sounds
and song fragments
universally disintegrate Now,
against Past,
and Future
dispassioned
cycles of colonizing
violent revolutions.

Voices for fundamentally supremacist religion,
like choices for national monoculturing “patriotism”
sound terrifying when Wholeness
becomes transcendent universal Patriarchy,
kleptocratic,
rather than internally uniting Matriarchy,
messianic.

Voices sung in dissonance-stretching harmonies

[of oxymorons,
re-creative tensions,
dichotomies
between competitive left minds, theoretical,
and cooperative right bodies, experiential,]

listen, instead,
for interdependent global Wholeness
co-arising universally personal multicultural fragments
of empowering integrity,
political symphony,
economic synergy,
artistic epiphany,
capital cooperativity,
universal fragmentary synthesis.

Fragments of voices
like phrases of song
are best accepted inside
like outside
if not too horribly long.

 

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Blessed Are…

Blessed are transgenerative memories
of spatial neighborhoods
and temporal past through future generations,

Ours is the compassionate co-empathy
sustaining Earth’s both natural and spiritual
outside and inside
inhaled and exhaled
implicating and exclamating
listening and praising
Zero ZenSoul

Of integral transubstantiating resilient health,
timeless expansive wealth,
becoming whole
holonic
bicamerally restructured again.

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Life On Top

I long to be the top new-green leaf
on the tallest swaying spring breeze tree
in my florid fragrant late-spring neighborhood.

Not to lord myself
as superior to all my more fundamentally plebeian brethren,
but to celebrate this vast sisterly view
of who we sunlit glowing are
becoming toward summer’s climax together,

Then falling gracefully
in full colored autumn,
when I will have the longest downward flighting float
of all migrations

Becoming, once again,
a sacred part of snow-covered soil
feeding next spring’s tallest new-green leaf
of All transregenerators.

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Nutritional Pathways

Resonant metaphors are nourishing polypaths
analogous to rich polyphonic relationships
comparing polynomial poetic communications
complexly contrasting nondual polarities

For those with humane identities
informed by richly cultivated Win/Win faith
to hear and feel eco-them
as the healthiest integrity
with curiously wealthy
courageous ego-us

Building not necessarily not
ZeroSoul metaphors
appealing not to and not for,
but always integrally with,
ZeroSum polypathic potential.

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