"Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait" -Longfellow

Monday, January 13, 2014

Thought Tantrums OR The Tragedy of Missing the Fucking Point

(Note: This poem was composed at a recent lecture by Reverend Spitzer. In the lecture he referred frequently to the above debate. Thus, the poem was composed without full knowledge of the debate and thus the line "a debate i never saw." My sentiments are unchanged by having actually watched the debate.)

trying to understand and to remain ignorant at once
i sit imagining a debate i never saw.
(spitzer v. hawking)
a god so frightened as to need vehement verbal defense
and a science so small, reduced to bullying
the childlike empire of faith, engorged with the vapid numbers
of the pragmatic imagination.

are you ready to choose between the vibrating
potential energy of no-bullshit-nothingness
and the bland call to love an entity
of which you are already a manifestation?

all this and the dishes still need doing.
all this and the hordes of the hungry.
all this and 7am demanding obedience for life.
all this and the machine guns that howl and sharpen their lightning
against the olive-blue sky.

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