Carrying the Goat Head (NYE 2014)

[dr_con]

Carrying the Goat Head (NYE 2014)

At the party last night

few ate the Black Eyed Peas Collard Greens

and Aduki in aged Miso Sauce

just to be sure

 

When does the New Year Begin?

 

On December seventeenth when

I celebrated nineteen years of working

with working for working the Orisha Omolu

 

On Solstice when curious parts

of the past collided with ever uncertain

futures meanings created by viral

narratives infesting hosted nows

 

On the tick of a clock

lubricated with champagne

and wet or dry platonic kisses

 

On the steam rising from Mount Ijen

as the white masked Indonesian men

in hard hats bury a goat’s head offering

to the Volcano a traditional to the afore

mentioned uncertainty to be more

blessed than blighted

 

The Vast Abstracted Eye Chorus rumbles:

Seeing just the digital shallows of a soul deep

photograph replicating from the Ulet Ifansasti/Getty

Syndicate: How Quaint! How Primitive! Look at this

in our Modern Age! Do they not know that Time has

been conquered and boxed by instruments most

occidental and divine What infernal sulfurous

heathens these are! These sacrifices do not

provide the macronutrients needed to build

efficient machines don’t they understand

meat rendered by blades stainless

and hygienic with chemicals

cleaning the mud gunking

up works produces

brains clean and

most prudent

 

A mountain is simply a poor design that impedes

gainful development unless upgraded by ski lift

and lodges it remains only fitting for backdrops

and stages for most thrilling entertainments

 

Don’t speak to Abraham’s literary children

of magma hearts when human sacrifice

by calculated proxy has become

the liberal standard the emotions

of rocks and still cursed planets

is beneath our ruminations!

 

Of course nothing can feel

not fixable by laser or scalpel

maybe chemical conflations

 

We forget and abstract

Not all gods pretend

to be human

 

And Time is greater

not only a function

of an equation

 

When does the New Year Begin?

 

At the party last night

few ate the Black Eyed Peas Collard Greens

and Aduki in aged Miso Sauce

just to be sure.

 

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/12/19/photos-of-the-week_n_4475493.html

[tonyv]

Having looked at the picture and begun to read, it came on like a premonition: industry meets primitive --

 

... On the steam rising from Mount Ijen

as the white masked Indonesian men

in hard hats bury a goat’s head offering

to the Volcano a traditional to the afore

mentioned uncertainty to be more

blessed than blighted

 

... How Quaint! How Primitive! Look at this

in our Modern Age...

 

-- though this picture, captured in the poem, is almost one of industrial revolution era industry meeting primitive. (I wonder what religion that is?)

 

And then there's this highly unusual point of view that made me smile:

 

 

A mountain is simply a poor design that impedes

gainful development unless upgraded by ski lift

and lodges it remains only fitting for backdrops

and stages for most thrilling entertainments ...

 

How accurate!

 

Tony

[dr_con]

Thank You Tony for reviewing! And thanks for the feedback, as well as bringing my attention to the poem, because 2 essential lines were missing! And as I scrape the egg from my face- I see now the poem was far more abstract than it should have been- (not to say it isn't still a woeful abstraction, but at least now it has a couple of anchors;-)

 

Thanks!

 

Juris