Daily Archives: January 17, 2015

You Have Three Minutes To Answer

Originally posted 1/14/2013.

Actual question from a test designed to assess creativity:  “Just suppose we had the power to transport ourselves anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye.  What would some benefits, problems, etc. of this power be?  You have three minutes to answer.”

First

I would move
six inches away
and rewrite my entire body of work
as if I had always been
six inches away from it.

Next

I would move back to where I had been
and rewrite everything again
but all of it would be so unlike
how it began
that it would be like starting over.

Then

I’d move
six inches
in a different direction,
see how it looked from there.

I’d probably end up
moving swiftly
around the house
without ceasing,

desk
to bed
to kitchen
to shitter
to shower
to desk
to bed.

I might burn all my poems,
go buy some expensive paper in Venice,
and write them all again
even shorter,
one word per pricey page.

Six inches away from the desk.
Back at the desk.
Six inches away from the desk.
Back at the desk.
Somewhere else far away.
Back at the desk.
Somewhere else again.
Back at the desk.

Not really sure
how different
it would be.  Not really certain
there would be powers
or benefits. Not really certain
how much of a problem
it might be

except for the wear and tear
on body and
the slippery possibility
of ever living some grounded life.

Not sure it would be
that different.  Not sure
at all that this has not

already happened,
is not still happening,

three minutes at a time.


Mysterycore

New poem. (Last one for a while I think — back to revisions full time.)

I’m mysterycore

Not “love centered”
Not “spiritual but not religious”

Unsaved and glad of it
Never born again — once was plenty
Stared into the mask of the Void
Snatched it away
Put it on
Never looked back

“Dance as if no one is looking?”
Lose that nonsense
Mysterycore means 
you dance as if everyone’s
looking and wondering and scared to death of you
Dance as if that jack-off monkey in your childhood zoo
is staring at you the way
you once stared at him — fully aware
something was happening there
and you knew what it was

but couldn’t wouldn’t and did not say 
because to say it would have
cheapened it

Mysterycore
means you don’t let your darkness
end your delight
stop your moshing
keep you from playing a guitar solo based in a personal one note scale
Mysterycore
means you sneer at those who sneer because to sneer is divine and they do not know that
(Look at how Godlike they are in their lack of God)
Mysterycore
means you have a cupboard in place of a soul
Stock it with curious finds
Make a separate temple on each shelf
Conduct variable rituals of these shabby authenticities
every minute of every day except on the Sabbath
On the Sabbath
perform your mystery by doing 

not a Goddamn thing

Mysterycore
embraces all that is not clear
gives confusion a throne

knows you won’t kneel to it
Knights you for your insolence
then will try to kill you

and miss

Mysterycore
doesn’t have a dress code

Mysterycore
never apologizes for being nude

Sure
mysterycore
gets cold sometimes
Gets pointy nipples 
then tightens and puckers

but
mysterycore simply calls that

pointing out the True Path
upon surrendering the need to project 
strength and only strength

Mysterycore
isn’t comfortable

ever

but slams into The Discomfort
shoulder first
with ravenous joy