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- Poetry, February 2012
POETRY February 2012
FOUNDED IN 2012 BY AMF NO. 2
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AMF Psalm to Be Read with Closed Eyes Giant ignorance sparkler, will lights carry of me the through river, the (horses last turning) days, tide, the and blistering pier cities, lights over under briny a rivers light swarming of with the jellyfish hill, as a once lamp my on father the carried leaf-green me lamppost from seen the by car the up light the of tacked a carpet truck to (a the song) white lanterns bed, swing and behind if horses, I their woke, sides I gleam never from knew levels it.
AMF Sunflowers No pitying/”Ah” for this one —AMF
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AMF Flowers for my mother
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AMF Poems I THOU has made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou has given me seats in homes not my “I thought it was of individuals”. It is true God deals with individuals. If you are saved, I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forgot that there abides the old in the new, and that there is also Christ in the matter of His righteousness, which you need in order to go. Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever thou leadest me it is though, God gave the Ten Commandments in Exodus (six of them dealt with man’s relatioship to unfamiliarness). When one knows thee,then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, Grant memy prayer that I the nation Israel. God’s decalogue, God’s great system of laws, His Word by which man is. II We speak much about the sins of individuals, but the Bible speaks much also about the speech of my heart, which will be carried on in murmurings of a song. For instance, just imagine the various besetting sins of certain sections of the world, leave in the middle of the day, in the thick of the work of the world. In fact, the most prominent sin of the English-speaking world is bees strik-ing up their lazy hum. English-speaking people are the drunken nations of the world. God pronounces woe of my playmate, the empty days to draw my heart on to him, and I know not why this sudden call to the sin of drunkenness; of course, as a result of that, a multiplicity of sins follow! III In the Eastern world, there is the awful sin of war. In the Western nations the same awful sin of war. As always the flowers in the field remain unheeded. World, all men have made with their hands gods of wood and stone and silver, to each exist as a trace of the south wind. That the Bible is not true, that Jesus is not divine, that there is no efficacy in the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion. So, the Bible plainly teaches that there is such a thing as national sin, blossoming in the depth of our own hearts.
IV We do not interpret the Bible in the light of history; we interpret history in a light, which is greater than theirs, and thou (God) keepest me free. Lest I forget them they never venture to leave me alone. But the Bible plainly teaches the reality of national decay. If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart— thy love for me still watches for powerful Nebuchadnezzar, for wicked but powerful Belshazzar. It is said that no. V Babylon, it was said, would stand forever. But one day God pronounced judgment on her that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight. When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world; that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms as my own mother. Even so, in death the same chariots of horses could race around them side by side at one time. Outside the walls were great walls. The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away to find in the very next rooms of infamy. Babylon said, “We will never perish. We will rule the world. We will live forever. We—” VI Beauty of the Chaldees’ excellency, shall be as when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah” Isaiah encloses the soul with colors and sounds and odors. There comes the morning with the golden basket: “You are a mighty nation, but I will bring you into the dust as I brought Sodom and Gomorrah into the dust.” Evening over the lonely meadows deserted by herds, through trackless paths, carrying flags that say, “...neither shall the Arabian pitch tent there.” No man shall dwell in that tent city. But there, where spread the infinite sky for the soul to take her flight in, reigns the stainless steel. I wish I had time to deal with many other such nations, as you travel throughout many parts of the world without me. December 1912
AMF A Prayer for Rain “Let it come down: these thicknesses of air.” Revelation 20:12 and 15 describes that judgment’s stillness has hardened until words despair to be spoken of within the Bible. And I saw back into wishing. Crippled lovers lie opened, which is about the middle of the book of life: and the dead, waiting, awaiting some shrill sign, some cry, written in the books, according to their works and spells of thunder. Restart the mumbling lips of life that were cast into the lake of fire, that once washed away the sullen griefs of love and judgment. In Matthew 25:32 we read: “O, ill-willed dark, give with the sound of rain, do not separate us from one another.” March 1964
AMF Small Prayer Now keep these four things in mind: 1. Genius may break with dazzling light to these sick eyes. 2. There is no such thing as national sin. 3. Time may find its sound again, and cleanse itself. 4. There is such a thing as national judgment that begins before the healing ends. October 1947
AMF Mother’s Blessing The psalmist one time asked: “If the foundations, Infinitely run in your veins Are we seeing it right?” Nor eve’s, nor Adam’s Beings destroyed, And spun like taffy Godwards back again. Eating the very heart out of America and Grafting a limb there from the Jesse tree— Demise and destruction, From heart to heart tick-pulsed These awful and powerful men. Here, child, do what you can with it. July 1968
AMF A Lullaby “Lullee, lullay,” Needs not be one part of a sermon but many, If thou wast Christ the King In professed Christianity. Departure from Her womb will sleep and grow. Always has and always will, but bring about what? “Lullee, Lullay,” Liberalism in professed Christianity. Who said: “That which doth stir, that the Lord Jesus said would happen.” shall save the world from sin. Kingdom of Heaven! The church is not only the Christmas-tide. “Lullee, lullay,” We will not be technical about that quote. And did she love Him more, Or have principles so she could know what it was To prophesy His name? “Christianity.” She could not love Him more, For one thing, Jesus told this parable: “Lullee, Lullay.” December 1938
AMF God I am God— America is a religious nation. Alone in my purity, Little of it is wheat. Below me young lovers Blind Leaders of the Blind— But I am God— America is a lost nation. Spring! Let them alone! Love is life only! But we only have these two things: Our God—and our loneliness. October 1931
AMF Not All There According to a magazine About the world’s despair: “Western Reserve sociologist, Found God wasn’t there.” Protestant clergymen (Don’t anybody laugh) Found the U. S. wasn’t there— At least not over half. April 1936
AMF A Prayer Bless something tabulated and of infinite results and replies. These are surveys made as holy objects in their alarming feeling for holiness. February 1966
AMF One Whole Voice Now, I have a voice. Entered, I am lit. Remembering against your enemies or praying about flaming tongues that lick but do not swale—never hurt anyone. Preach this kind from behind: I burn to bloom. I am not consumed in jest. I pray that they (the terrorists) understand the spirit of my ancestors, but people were not sure I should have said that. Though fear insists on itself, I am intent to acknowledge the other side of me that says, “Kill them.” But it often overcomes me. I write because my writing thinks, and what it says is it is word becoming manifestations of hope. Look at how David prayed for his only chance of becoming; then look at what Jesus said about “Turning the impossible for someone else to be before you and to persecute you.” I want to look at what places are full of pageantry and prone to pomp for our nation of war. DAVID PRAYED the order of service, being a lot like people against his enemies, beginning with Goliath. I didn’t know how it was going to happen. Bought many other adversaries. Remember, robe, but I didn’t know whether or not it was a tween-year-old opponent. Goliath hated to shout in ecstasy, but I never was shocked that he should defy whether it would be a man or a woman. This was more than a battle between David and Goliath, it was a battle between surprise and suspense in poetry, inspired by the idols of the Philistines. He launched out how a spoken thing is an artful ting, unto thee in the name of the Lord of hosts; each word a moment of climax. • I love that the religion has damned humanity. That all of the earth may knock and seek out recordings of their favorite preachers. There is a similarity in our battles. I die today. But to be honest, when battle between our God and their god, I’m afraid that it is not a battle with Islam; but with the attempt to erase or degrade my driven will for peace. David was noble in his feelings, not a feeling with which to listen to his prayer against his enemies, not a site of desperation. It’s in the Living Bible: “Let my enemy’s years be short rather than long. And may his wife become a widow.” May we see that our physical environment can evict us from our ruined homes. •
Only the mind can make use of hope. Only names blotted out in a single generation. That anything one visualizes = ancestors. May these sins always remain what prayer is. Maybe that means our lives are from memory. David’s constant voice and song till earth and heaven ring. I am the evil they plan for him. David prays hate as the way. That doesn’t mean I can’t. I have never preached a sermon on prayer, remember me for this sprouting fire, for the lash of your enemies. As a matter of fact, I have my leaves, my flimsy branches. No ash sermon about enemies. Last Sunday I said that I am not consumed. I will never get hit with a bomb. A couple of people know it. I know it lives in me. And one side of me says to forgive them; the knowledge this spirit as one that is not what I think or feel, it’s what God’s mind is. The only chance I have with this sermon has three parts. First I write because my writing mind is the enemy of the Psalms. Second, I want the living-dead for me. I exist because I was the other cheek, praying for the others. The Black church is very theatrical; the Bible says about how we should pray under these circumstances. I’ve always thought of AGAINST HIS ADVERSARIES as David’s battle. I knew what was going to happen, but the Philistines didn’t. • After that battle David knew my pastor would be preaching that Goliath did not just hate David as he would have a train. I knew someone would, like the people of God and cursed God, himself. I knew the exact point or how loudly are the armies of the living God (1 Samuel 17, including the flailing of the arms). This is the way I think of the form of the living God of Israel and the demon hearing sermons that gave me my first ideas. While he attacked Goliath saying, “I come as a piece of work with regular highs and lows” the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou know, scares me. I am a lover of gospel music with the terrorists. They have made friends inviting me to brunch; I usually find God between light and darkness. Quickly I add, “behind the pulpit darkness.”
Catholic Diocese Officials won’t release sextra information—that is, without an adjective, an adverb, or any and all Abuse Records after 1973. ……………………… Victims are lucky to be well. To have their cells phones. Wine, words, wafer; not public document release. In a new chat the Pope called money the perfect faith. We go with the sun, up with our secret files detailing how a single parish tried to stay on a horizontal plane in a circular sex abuse claim. Despite the revelation that we are safe, I would call modern faith code for “keep the files secret.” The documents in question are attractive to no one. • I can only think of faith as “at least one civil sex abuse trail pending.” Do note the incidence, and the ages involved. How damaged people must stay in your life. How allegations are finally heard against priests and popes. The revelation came through decades; at the same time there are no records sealed, including all sex abuse claims, because they can breathe. I wonder, too, when there is a ghastly event like Michael Reck of Manly and Stewart, New York, suddenly killed, who might be the person who was there with him? First, the Diocese went all the way to superagedy when this happened, or ten years before it happened and their own documents show that their parish’s fulfillment in time is unknown. • I cannot only think that it’s important to alert the communities, I must do it myself. If I find others recognizable, I guess I will try to empower them. • A Connecticut man who went allegedly to Massachusetts on brief experimental forays when he was, according to the motion filed by the diocese, receiving instruction from an Episcopal priest. In 1973, according to diocese lawyers, they went forth to the beach to “listen to jazz and poetry.” The three of the claims were made after 1990. •
Copies of the Dioceseâ€™s motion are not great compliments to God. â€˘ Understand that this is for those who had seen very little justice in these extreme situations. We are in the middle of War; this is not the time to think on our love for the arts. Poetry could be spoken into a ditch of sewage and still be poetry.
All Praise is to Allah and peace and blessings on our ability to listen very carefully— You are never going to have companions and followers. Dear brothers and sisters, which night’s recitation is secretly mere wind— All praise is to Allah the Lord of Worriers, who can help you understand your own nature, or if efforts fail, can’t. We ask Allah almighty that he provide us with more than we have. I’ve always been on my own. A single topic of this lecture is the “Battle of Hearts and Looking up into Oblivion.” There have been news from a report from Ran Institute in 2007, which states that the ways of some individuals in much of the Muslim world is essentially a war of ideas with worldviews. While this is true, others would like a different direction for the Muslim world.” So there is the instruction of war and one of life. There have been teachers of these worlds. And according to the Defense department, these are people who were trying to hurt us. The United States is involved not to see something, but to join with others in a sea of ideas. A war in which ultimate victory cannot be added up, that, or at least at the moment, has not been able to discredit religion in the eyes of most populations in the streets of a busy city. • Peeling an orange according to the Pentagon, it is truthfully so. There, listening to a sermon or kneeling on a rug reciting words, I wonder what is their position regarding the interchange-ability of identity. Spiritually, what I think about the battle of ideas between those who want to follow war or peace asserts the unity of all creation. They want to follow an Island of the divine. God isn’t up in Heaven looking down. They want to follow Islam selectives that appear in the Quran and the Bible—Moses and the Israelites— it’s the Quranicization of history that was a struggle for Allah’s destiny. • I’m a Muslim. But you cannot put me in a room with all of the believing nations. For example. with Banunuch. Though if you put any twenty Muslims to the task of one truth, many will not agree that Allah Almighty’s a hallmark of Islam. We have very pluralistic meanings for our words. Many would take the wound of religion as a way to grasp what they believed about coffee or traffic.
• I often find myself allowing meanings, by the end of something, to change, or writing a second poem to give someone. So we are writing a poem that answers an earlier one. I’m pleased to be a human being! This conflict of ideas like the convex mirror in the Mugahal ceiling. According to the US there are reflections in all different directions fighting back after repeated missteps since the 9/11 attacks, citing economic collapse this can be true. As a gay person and a Muslim, my campaign of political warfare is unmatched, since the social, and gender norms are against me, I had a long way to go with my psychological operations. Nonetheless in understanding God or death, societies like Islam itself, must hear this again: “Talk into silence, sound out its limits, and others will want to change the religion itself!” Probably I am in the third category, though I’ve thought of changing the book of Allah I never dared to say so. I am in the third category; I’ve traveled away from my heart. • The secret night could already be over. Prophet Muhammad and his righteousness knows which night’s mouth is sacredly reciting, “Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullahi.” You can see along-side others, but I don’t think in terms of others; we ask Allah Almighty to accept all. Can we move much further along our spiritual journey for beneficial knowledge? As was annou-nced in the field of physical matter, I started by reading to you a quote from when teachers appeared to me, they were upset that: “The struggle under way throughout our world is to or isn’t to follow the wise; its outcome will determine the future.” Right now, in the Muslim world, various sorts, sometimes children, sometimes US Defense Department in its quadrennial substance, appear to be trying to continue a war that is both a battle of arms and a battle of similitude. • They say we want to change Islam? Yes we do! Not until I had learned of a dozen countries, Washington had quietly funded a pioneer vernacular as evidence by schools, Muslim think tanks, political workshops. Ask your child, “What did you learn in school today?” and they will respond, “Federal aid is going to restore Mosques in Detroit.” •
People who have accepted me for who I am as a gay, according to their definition, have nothing to do with religion or God. But brothers and sisters, when a Muslim, a true Muslim has a problem with my sexuality, they are just people who are knowledgeable about hate and nothing else.
Come down to the water, whisper the taloned cripples. CIA profiles abusers as: rigid and religious, dancing because they like that word better than something drawn out; they believe in obedient children and are submitted to god in the shape of a river, in the shape of a bird, in the hands of a child. Abusers are in denial and able to convince others that Poetry arrived in my life at the same time I realized that details were bad. I appreciate a person of faith and have always been intimately, even essentially, intertwined, with respecting my husband’s desires. Very large architecture can afford faith (although I already knew that). At the seminar I taught last week, the questions I more often asked myself were not about surprised looks: “That could be us,” one female youth thought. Rather than the relationship between prayer and poetry, seek out a true community. Otherwise we unintentially attract abusers who have intrinsic relationships with other abusers. Sometimes I speculate cutting the individual out altogether from Time magazine. This happened in the same building: when you’re in one, you have no direction for your life. • You recall waking up in her bed, can hear sound—sometimes muffled, sometimes too heavy to lift. The next thing you connect with is a wall. I felt that way about prayer when I and the sheets beneath her and her sleeping body swell when I am praying. “The defining aspect of my childhood is that it was like a terr-ible dream.” Wall, 36, tells TIME, “Religion, such as it was, was a middle-class culture, outside of a courthouse in Santa Cruz, Bolivia. But the mainline was still Protestant.” Frankly, this didn’t mean much, 30 women and girls of the Mennonite colony were raped on Sunday. People talk. There was a conservative, cloudy horror that visited them. However, as a teenager I socialized some with these scandals in the history of the Mennonites, a pacifist behind their backs. At the time I didn’t drink—family from the 1500s, if not Bolivia and South America. Teenagers in that time and place didn’t drink, your social options as a 48 year old Mennonite veterinarian were to be accused of transforming a chemical meant to anesthetize beasts staying home or hanging out for years. Weiber and eight other Mennonite marked me, though, more than I thought, and in my bedroom windows in Manitoba at night, sedating an entire in shape-note singing choir, also known as Sacred men as fugitives, the others having pleaded not guilty had been part of
several generations before prison sentence. A little side note: there has been cause that helped me to reconnect with my rural sedate sleeping people while they were being robbed. Then I set off for college. • If the music had been robbed, and the intruder had broken through three iron gates, they still have been drawn to it. But it wasn’t. It was with the window open. My daughter heard it, woke up, kept singing it—whatever one’s initial checking meant, large animal veterinarians and those who if the music felt true, were depraved. Few would accept a supposedly holy spirit into one’s life and expect it to not become womanly. Not a tame lion, as C.S. Lewis famously stated as attorney for the victims: “They did what they wanted and changed what I had long dreaded, not because I revealed a 3-year-old girl with a broken hymen from some conservative Anabaptist penetration.” The formal indictments list victims around their parents or elders, as mentally retarded and one more who was pregnant and worldly. More than 50 friends and family for as long as they could. • I knew that Germans populated the Bolivian lowlands, and that they were which happened, of course, when I left those ultraconservative old colonies like Manitoba Colony. “Amish, conservative Mennonites, are related to sexual violence,” said author on the banks of the levee. We call what we’re doing legalistic, high morals, quiet, well mannered. It’s the sort of thing a god might do. Wives, lonely and remote, are probably the abused shape of a bone tucked inside a scar. In to that level they add denial. If you are like me, without all those serious religious commitments, you think the few who live by it, that behave well, are only children who obey. I can’t imagine writing poetry outside or above my own—a by-product of mutual submission of course, that many—perhaps most—poets understand as abuser, but there were some that believed in the relationship between faith and poetry, but most leaders said, no. We are people of faith, connected to but not the same by any means, though working our trust systems without thoroughly relating the two are like adjacent apartments in the Katrina aftermath. They remember little about the worst night accessible to the other, but if you listen closely you see a man on top of her, feeling her arms too—coming from the other side, it was morning—her pajamas were torn. Reading and writing poetry about poetry our husbands were stained with blood from her vagina. Blood
was once both race and class in a small-southern-native low-German town weeping as she stood out as a rural ornament. • I was raised as a United Methodist nightmare appearing to be all too real. In that milieu I had to go somewhere in Manitoba Colony, whose claim was from 2005 to ’09 in my neighborhood. Victims of what is allegedly one of the ugliest sex scandals for young people survived, even as I made fun of them. Christian Anabaptist denomination founded in Europe shows a history of alcoholism—and if you were in a criminal trial now under way in nearby Santa Cruz you heard Peter say, “We’re pretty limited.” • An occasional Friday night of Trivial Pursuit with a Methodist cow high on a spray to be used on humans. Sober at the Hall tire parking lot. The Mennonite men allegedly sprayed the chemical throughout my late teens, after I’d left Virginia.
To pray you open your whole self. To sky, to earth, to so loud and clear that I believe it. As I came out of the tepee I realized that both my time and N. Scott Momaday’s have a beautiful passage about waking from dreams without any voice. So in the space where we speak about the power of words, Hip looked at me in a strange way and asked me to have nothing to do with Oklahoma. In time it was just between me and the sky. The next morning the camp moved again, and I, between the natural world and the dream world, woke again from the bottom of a creek. And when I got off my horse, my legs no longer believed in Oklahoma. • I knew the earth as a living being had helped me up and put me on my horse; she was once described to me as a person who is a political feminist. The camp moved on to where the different bands spoke, sung, played saxophone, and acted. My song was drugged, for I was very sick. Both my legs and my history. And I am identified with the time, placed up and into it. When we had camped again, I was lying in our way. I am absolutely in the word—the struggle, the me. I could see out through the opening the diversity of experience on earth, every arrow slanting down, and I knew they were from the dreaming-visionary place. I stay clear of members of the spear, and from the points of their jagged history, theology, and metaphysics, especially from this time. And I stood a little way off to look at the country asking, “Do you understand that organized religion is killing you?” Then they turned and left the ground like cultures all over the Western Hemisphere had long before. • This is still hard to follow, my legs did not hurt me anymore although organized religions are behind nearly every armed confrontation, this is where the men with flaming spears were going. They believe in a corporate structure that aims to grow and take over, not to be turned back to where it cam from, flying fast. And when I looked down I could see the year 1990 when I gave a performance at the University before leaving them. Then there was nothing but the composed chant in honor of the event. •
I felt as if those two men were still leading me up to where white cloud changed. The way I heard poetry in the thunder beings that live and leap and flash. I realized that most poetry in the world did not come from a cloud, and we three were there alone in the middle of the Mvskoke Nation carried in the songs. The stared at us; and it was very still; but there were whispers are me for my whole life. The ancestors are addressed, as: “Behold him, the being with four legs!” I looked for life in the chant. I wanted my poems to speak: “Behold me! My life history you shall make a cermonial field of meaning.” Much of what goes down I don’t understand; and they should say: “Behold them! Their history you that first made me truly want to become a poet.” Horses yonder all abreast with necklaces of bison hoof singing and performing the poem because their manes were lightning and there was time. My words heal. When I saw where the great white giant lives (the north) I said, “What it meant to be a poet shifted utterly for me.” Horses all abreast. Their manes were flowing like a blizzrd; all were relatives; all being. All is sacred. All the white geeses soared and circled. I have seen this place in a newborn’s eyes. Continually the east bade me look; and there was a tower—here and in the dreaming. The everlasting is what stood abreast with eyes that glimmered like day poetry, music, and dance. In this place, we wheeled once again to look upon the place where you responded, “No, it is your time; now they are calling you.” Your voice was sun to moon. To one whole voice that is you. I would just go where it wanted me to go. So I got right into my creative space. • After I heard the mother sing, I was piled like mountains on a wide blue plain, and all the possibilities of poetry changed, just as they had when suddenly there was nothing but a world of written down. The poetry of the great white plain with snowy hills and mountains was talk-singing poetry. Then the two men and I spoke together about the plants and the rains. I could literally see the way inside and saw a bay horse standing there. Incantation and chant call something into being that we call sight. Then he wheeled about to where the sun and the world of poetry is incantation and chant. I was singing-speaking, and even as I sang the bay horse wheeled and ran beyond the horizon. The poem shall know nothing.
Do you understand that organized religion is killing you? AMF