dr_con Posted October 12, 2009 Share Posted October 12, 2009 Plastic Shaman Call me a Bokor if you must Paper cup witchcraft and long pulls from plastic bottles amid the wreckage of history The American Moment and the promise of living without fidelity to the machine or other false idols is long past the Heretic's lineage threatened Oil induced amnesia viscous black soporifics un-taught walking compressed distance made it all immediate the cafeteria of knowledge infinite conveyor belts slip quietly past we can have whatever we want but our senses are dull blind we grab whatever shines brightest cutting a hole in the dark Forms Arise and fall without understanding or clear ideas of the cost We've been here before this pit this home familiar in its spaciousness desert stars at night or dying at the jungles edge one mistake away from getting-it just-so again and again repeat until you have learned this lesson and then the next between all these choices why choose this or that rather it may be time to take sides. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted October 13, 2009 Share Posted October 13, 2009 Another poem that reads like a final warning, Dr. Con. Except, this time the warning is directed at a culture within a culture. No subculture is exempt from the risk of extinction, or at least from becoming watered down, especially when it's immersed in the Grand Culture of Materialism. But, a warning suggests that it's not too late. The "Plastic Shaman" recognizes that the lines are drawn in the sand and counsels that the time to "take sides" may be near ... lest a way of life fade into oblivion. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted October 15, 2009 Share Posted October 15, 2009 I feel it delivers criticism, instruction and a sense of urgency. I maybe off the mark. :icon_redface: With respect, Lake Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted October 16, 2009 Share Posted October 16, 2009 Hi DC, What a dramatic opening with allusion to the Haitian Voodoo cult - Bokor! The contrast of this with the rest of the poem brings out a sense of increasing disillusionment: viscous black soporifics un-taught walking compressed distance made it all immediate the cafeteria of knowledge Disquieting and thought-provoking. Thank you. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted October 22, 2009 Share Posted October 22, 2009 Dr.Con. I like how this poem goes and how is written. Very urban poem and I agree with all what Tony wrote. I love this expression: desert stars at nightor dying at the jungles edge Glad to come to this poem. Thank you for sharing. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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