NOTE: I have to admit, I’m a little obsessed today with the song “Friday” by Rebecca Black. I’m trying to get it out of my system, so tomorrow I can focus on other things. Anyway: Rebecca Black is a 13-year old who has performed a song written and produced for her by an independent company. But what if instead of a song it was a poem, and instead of being written by Ark music, it was written by say a 23-year old poetry grad student?
Source, text, and performed reading below. (Note: On my video, turn up the volume, because I had lousy sound quality).
Zeit Today, Zilch Tomorrow
I sound vowel sounds.
Ages ante-meridian I bestir myself to motion.
I won’t decay. This is my anti-apotheosis.
In hyperbolic planes, in the fruit of the earth,
time is relatively absolute for all
and I must partake of such motion.
There is hope to commune.
Before, behind, resolve. Recline?
It is the zeitgeist. Sink this zeitgeist. What is next? Another zeitgeist.
And so, in Dionesian moments of opulent ecstacy we lean into the next now.
Approaching the meridian in abridged vectors,
apprehending festal vestals
I identify and we claim,
a hemisphere affiliation. We’ve claimed
your convictions, unimpeachable.
Before, behind, resolve. Recline?
It is the zeitgeist. Sink this zeitgeist. What is next? Another zeitgeist.
Catharsis. Affirm catharsis. Elide form, evoke entropy, and lean into the next now.
Before this zeitgeist came another. But today is the day’s zeitgeist. A sphere bridges two dimensions. And yet is ours.
After this zeitgeist, another. And then, yet another. But I prefer this set. This group. A meaning? They occlude?
>>> relaxed avant garde
>>> or perhaps the ages’ guard
>>> I describe the boulevard
>>> and cautious lines discard
>>> another bestarred
>>> to seek out the school yard
>>> a crystal clock, my voice a shard
>>> This is today’s temporal interlard
Dyonesian ecstacy. Lean catharsis. You can’t learn catharsis. Embrace catharsis. Embrace the zeitgeist.
We lean into the next now.