Thursday, April 30, 2015
poem in your pocket day is the last thursday of april - but somehow i always think it's earlier. this is definitely the latest it's come around :O
i wasn't sure what poem to choose - last year it was inspired by the book i was reading. the poem was part of the chapter i read that morning on the way to work! how appropriate (and somehow out of place in a book about the war in the pacific)!
this year i've gone back to the beats...
with jack kerouac's
how to meditate
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a 'I-hope-you' or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
'thinking's just like not thinking-
So I don't have to think
from "scattered poems'