In a word:
I am disturbed
Shocked
doesn’t cut it
Disgusted
comes close
Disturbed…
Barely scratches the surface
Subversive.
Flames thrown into the furnace
Patriotism turns to hatred,
rises to the surface.
We are a disturbed people.
Appalled, horrified
Despair
Waves of despair
Intensify our rage
Our collective prayer
For peace, for equality
In a society
Diseased by inaction
Let this be our
Call to action
Indifference
neither love nor hate
Insidious indifference takes
no action.
Blind to injustice, indifference
insists on ignorance.
Our Indifference
seems inevitable.
It perpetuates
the status quo.
Society retains the
Powers that Be.
Seduces us to injustice.
My Indifference is
Insidious.
It creeps into my soul
Seeps into my blood
Insinuates, propagates
A lie: “You are without blame”
You
We
Me
Are flabby
pretending
weak-eyed Devils.[1]
[1] Conrad, Joseph. Heart of Darkness. Seattle, AmazonClassics, 2017, p. 16.
Who am I?
Who are you?
I am on the road.
I found myself when I stopped looking. I was drinking lukewarm, black coffee. Coffee sloshed over the rim, into the saucer. I made 3 coffee rings, imprinted them onto the cover of my Moleskine journal. I pretended they had gotten there by accident. Three coffee rings feels balanced. I learned the rule of three’s, of odd numbers, in high school art class. Create the appearance of authenticity, of an accident of nature, by creating pairs of odd numbers. I wrote in this journal. I realized that by searching for who I was, by wanting to be whole, to feel whole, I would never find an ending or reach my goal. The goal was my journey into my soul. I continually change, every day. How could I find myself if the “me” today was not the “me” that was yesterday? Would not be the same “me” tomorrow or Sunday? I found that I could not be found if I was already here. I found myself when I chose to stop searching, when I accepted that there was nothing to find that I did not already have, that I did not already know.
If I am civilized, am I free?
Or does society
define what freedom
should mean to me?
Civilization says: “We must survive.
Hand over your Self
your Soul, your Authenticity.
Do this, for the sake of the
Community.”
I want to be free
within Society.
How?
Maybe I will write,
say whatever I want…
but to be free
I must command boatloads
of Money.
So I’ll be Uncivilized,
I will be free.
Because I have capital,
I will pay to be free.
Instead of Society,
I’ll be a slave to Money.
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