15

Against All -Ists and -Isms

Like the myriad singing about our ears

that we cannot hear without transistors and rheostats,

our universe is crammed with voices

and we still lack the magic instruments

that might translate them to our terms.

For we lack inner consent

to that new bud of brain.

No world but what we see is assertable,

so whatever we affirm, mind and heart of us, is true.

Look then now at the new rootless science, oh look:

Floating atop the unconscious waters, unclaimed,

like a jewel, a white lotus opening,

and in it, waiting for our heart’s fealty and will,

not any mirror of the antique, sensate world,

but its arcane blueprints and the pressures that drew it.

Open to our view.

To our touch.

To our command.

To change.

To responsible claim….

And here’s the Pan-pipe motive

for mass murder and frantic dreams,

sub-human violence and cretin slogans

protecting us from thought. Here all suicides

of reason, all dreads,

and the times’ infantile despair.

While all about our plugged ears and murdered minds

The new stars sing.