Throw Your Sweetness into the Pan – and Cook All Your Emotions Until There’s Earthquakes Re-arranging Your Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The poem wants to be every sky that the human race has ever touched, the poem wants to be your ecstasy, I build and build the world all over the poem – I put history into a syringe and I inject you with history and then you thrash into the music and you swim inside of a song and you become all the sunlight and plants and animals all around you – you become atoms drifting away from each other you become millions of colliding things in this moment of sunlight and rain and tranquility and chaos fighting all over the earth – everything is this fanatical right now – and the phrase of poetry is a baseball bat bashing imagery and poetry into your head over and over again and the poem becomes all the eyes and emotions and thoughts of people throughout history spilling across every line of poetry and the poem touches the human race and smiles upon their upward struggle towards progress and greatness this poem is the human race rebuilding the cities after war this poem is the brain of the scientist bursting and colliding and erupting towards a cure for AIDS and the Poet strangles the rulers of the earth one by one and throws their corpses unto a pile of garbage and then a stream of wonder and brilliance baths the human race in its own greatness
Copyright 2006 by Wolf Larsen
prose poetry Earthquakes Re-arranging Your Head
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Poppy was talking about the cure for AIDS. If the US government - or even the Japanese government or the German government - really wanted a cure for AIDS then we would have one by now. The last that I checked the US government was spending about 2 billion on a cure for AIDS a year, and about $700 billion on war a year. War is where the priority is.
Poppy also talked about some interesting theories about what might bring a cure. I can't say a lot about that because the things that Poppy was discussing were frankly way over my head. I wish I knew more about science.
And of course there is this problem that no matter what you do or say people will make fun of you. Doctors made fun of Louis Pasteur when he told them to wash their hands before an operation. Perhaps there are scientists out there or others who have interesting ideas for a cure for AIDS, and perhaps one of them might work, but people sometimes don't bring forth different ideas because they're afraid of the mockery of others.
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