denying our disdain for the loneliness of honesty
…heaped up chaos of knowledge which fails to have an external effect… —Nietzsche
denying our disdain for the loneliness of honesty
we emerge in these capitalistic space-time territories
where to be courageous you must hunt
beyond the bounds of automatable actions
staying at least one step ahead of the exponential hunger
as totalities fiend to feed off our labor:
this constant conversion of potential into actions
we devise devices to combat the need
to feel grounded in any given place & any given time
we manipulate ourselves with screens
distorting our sense of presence
with far off times & far off places, as if soon
we'll never think
(thanks to this grace of our disgraces) to be where &
when we are
transforming "when" & "where" into all time, all places
but please, let's not deny our purpose
let us instill intention into this attention
would you perhaps pretend to bother
would you perhaps pretend to bother now that my current has begun its seduction (dear timbre of distracted trees) now my mind’s continuous & chaotic river pulls you along as driftwood wishing to be burnt: will you perhaps pretend to bother to be my equal, my friend, my merging water? the chaotic & continuous river of my mind hostile & bitter, nourishing & sweet—this river is playful deceptive, defiant, contiguous rivers accept all confluence but mine contains residue from Santa Fe, Austin, & New Orleans, stretching from Sḥem to Jerusalem & roaring with the ambiguous sounds of musical intent —do I dare submerge you into the unseen world of emerging re-emergences merging—as equals, as friends, as water? would you perhaps pretend to bother to prevent malicious voices of the dead from igniting false fires of renewal—those voices that consume all that has yet to merge with the water? please merge, my merging, friendly water… my mind’s chaotic & continuous river carries your rolling body, soaked but still separate from me, more present than any molecule & sharper than any atom: pretend, pretend, pretend to bother to be my equal, my friend, my merging water
our future is not the future if we choose
It avails not, time nor place—distance avails not I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence. —Whitman
our future is not the future if we choose
to hide what we don’t choose: mortality
is not a mask we wear like relative morality
blind to its ends & aimed at exhausting what we know of
mortality,
like the lifespan of a picture presenting some present
as impressive because more important than choosing
is to be chosen: seducing potentialities sings immortality
actualities! potentialities! being human & being born
into the condition of choosing choices that forget
the disdainful desire of being chosen to help
in this endless string of bearing: bear the future,
bear the present,
bear these projected fractions of the self
presented to impress whoever might next approach:
new patterns emerge from the pain
of our having chosen & our having been chosen
because once the desire to defer presence was entertained
time & distance formed—allowing us to betray
one another, forming tears that tear out pain
of actual sadness from potential futures:
thinking of how everyone eventually will have been
we are all statisticians, analyzing time & space
for the pleasure of losing ourselves between patterns:
pattern forming—pattern finding—each pattern
a seductive song
so go measure—measure & then deduce probable solutions
how do abstract thoughts suggest that they can affect?
whether as geometer or statistician, our wonder
ought to discover the pleasure enjoyed by those who
impart projections of future forces to imagined objects
because even abstract objects have the power to
affect the world:
from the rivers of Babylon to the mountains of Sinai
from the cedars of Lebanon to the salt of the Dead Sea
all these times, places & songs—once measured—
can be chosen
©2023 Lonnie Monka
All rights reserved
Lonnie Monka…
……founded Jerusalism, a non-profit organization to promote Israeli literature in English. He is a PhD student at Hebrew University, researching the intersection of modernist art and orality through a study of David Antin’s talk-poems, and is an OWL Lab Fellow.
The 2023 (Inter)National Poetry Month BeZine Blog Bash

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(Inter)National Poetry Month
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Vashti’s Name Corona | Alison Stone
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our preoccupation | gary lundy
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Sonnet Hues Profaned | Kushal Poddar
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Eternal Memories Souls | Dessy Tsvetkova
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from Hiraeth | Mike Stone
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Departure, Arrival | Julia Knobloch
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Spring Throat | Mykyta Ryzhykh
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Democracy | Michael Dickel
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Whispering Vibrations | Waqas Khwaja
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The Joke | Faruk Buzhala
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intentional attention | Lonnie Monka
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Toy Improv Play | Gerry Shepherd
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Spring Hope | jsburl
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We Should Respond | Terry Trowbridge
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Probation Plea | Pek-êng Koa
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Am Feel Month | Brittney Cotrona
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a shadow lurking—3 poems | Mitko Gogov
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Red Sap | Mykyta Ryzhykh
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Invisible Fog | Eve Otto
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Assuage with pen ye troubadours | Lorraine Caputo
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Outcasts Gate Grieving | Linda Chown
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When The Queen Came to Tea | John Anstie
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Unicorn Diasporic Birdwatching | Gili Haimovich
Art: European Robin, pastels, ©2021 Tom Higgins


