Intense and melodic, and I certainly wouldn't attempt to wrap this primal poem up in some tight analysis. But the word "excrescence" came up: a projection or outgrowth: warty, disfiguring, unwanted, says the Merriam Webster dictionary, and that is the sense that encapsulates my impression: dead, soulless things and memories that we can't extricate ourselves from, so that we can freely swim in the constant, invigorating , always renewing stream of life. Combined with "worship", a word suggestive of slavish veneration, fetishization, or extravagant superstitious devotion, the idea evoked is we are captured and enslaved by symbols and tokens, and alienated from both the real and ideal.
I don’t see it that way at all. More like, when you’re awake, everything here and now and true is holy, including the hideous and grievous that piles up higher the more we deny it.
Everything is here and now whether you're awake or not, but the here and now also involves the there and then: evil doesn't just go away in the ether: it accumulates. I think we are agreed on that point. But it is life itself is holy, not objects, symbols, rituals which are fetishes we "venerate" or use in veneration while destroying the natural world and the life in it, and that includes ourselves. But you are entitled to your interpretation, and poetry invites all kinds of it.
This species has been around for some 2 million years. In the last 100 it has been able to 'evolve' to a point of self-destruction. Roadkill is also synonymous with cars and speed and stupid freedom. In the last 100 years we've achieved the average of 1,2 million deaths by car/trucks every year, more than all wars combined. It is a weapon of mass destruction. And we don't count those 'roadkills' which are certainly about 10 times. And we worship our roadkills as a success of the progress we've made in those 100 years.
I save a lot of your posts in various folders—Politics, War and Empire, SSK [Spiritual Survival Kit], or for the unclassifiable, just Blogs and Websites. I saved this one under Poems.
I will share this on my page.
Wow. You are a poet.
She has the gift!
"Some Worship At The Feet Of Roadkill" belongs in an anthology of Last Poems. It' time.
Intense and melodic, and I certainly wouldn't attempt to wrap this primal poem up in some tight analysis. But the word "excrescence" came up: a projection or outgrowth: warty, disfiguring, unwanted, says the Merriam Webster dictionary, and that is the sense that encapsulates my impression: dead, soulless things and memories that we can't extricate ourselves from, so that we can freely swim in the constant, invigorating , always renewing stream of life. Combined with "worship", a word suggestive of slavish veneration, fetishization, or extravagant superstitious devotion, the idea evoked is we are captured and enslaved by symbols and tokens, and alienated from both the real and ideal.
I don’t see it that way at all. More like, when you’re awake, everything here and now and true is holy, including the hideous and grievous that piles up higher the more we deny it.
Everything is here and now whether you're awake or not, but the here and now also involves the there and then: evil doesn't just go away in the ether: it accumulates. I think we are agreed on that point. But it is life itself is holy, not objects, symbols, rituals which are fetishes we "venerate" or use in veneration while destroying the natural world and the life in it, and that includes ourselves. But you are entitled to your interpretation, and poetry invites all kinds of it.
And it’s disgusting that covidians tried to hijack this thread.
When it gets insane, I give them the link to open their own substack page. Will they take the hint?
I have been a sort of roadkill shepherd most of my life. Thank you for this most beautiful poem. It is wonderful!
Earthly beauty💜
On an occasional detour from hard objective reality, Caitlin will at times evolve into equally powerful poetry evocative of soul cleansing beauty.
There is indeed a sublime and often surreal beauty in all things, even sad things, if you know how to see it.
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Don't. email them the link instead.
An old-raku sensibility. Something to follow.
_Black Bird_
On the hot asphalt,
a black bird, twisting.
The light
changes. Time to go.
Fantastic poetic truth telling
This species has been around for some 2 million years. In the last 100 it has been able to 'evolve' to a point of self-destruction. Roadkill is also synonymous with cars and speed and stupid freedom. In the last 100 years we've achieved the average of 1,2 million deaths by car/trucks every year, more than all wars combined. It is a weapon of mass destruction. And we don't count those 'roadkills' which are certainly about 10 times. And we worship our roadkills as a success of the progress we've made in those 100 years.
I save a lot of your posts in various folders—Politics, War and Empire, SSK [Spiritual Survival Kit], or for the unclassifiable, just Blogs and Websites. I saved this one under Poems.
the roadkill of the covid clot shots...https://childrenshealthdefense.org/defender/adverse-events-covid-19-vaccination-children-cdc-et/?utm_source=salsa&eType=EmailBlastContent&eId=5c1c397c-a8bf-4d71-bb5c-2aa4b1990322
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https://healthimpactnews.com/2022/the-american-kleptocracy-a-government-of-liars-thieves-lawbreakers/
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and some worship Anthony Fauci and his fellow criminals at the CDC...you have heard of Fauci right?...https://healthimpactnews.com/2022/the-american-kleptocracy-a-government-of-liars-thieves-lawbreakers/
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