Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Sudeep Adhikari- A Poem
Tao of Noise
Infinity is no more
than a fraction
tripping on noise and relations
when some feedbacks loop in
to create the little recursion of "Know Yourself"
with some gizmos and blinks.
An identity of the opposites;
between single and the multiple
between absurd and the sublime
and between me and you
leaves no space
same shit, different orders.
with each poem
I try to be that infinity;
the scorching sound-grinds of Michael Gira,
the seething heat of Jung's Hell-fire
or that astral window into the Bardo-Land
of Dakinis, demi-gods and undead Buddhas;
M.C. Escher's impossible universes,
David Lynch's Earserheads
Dr. Dennis Upper's paper on
"The Unsuccessful Case of self-treatment of
a Case of Writer's Block"
and Rauschenberg's white paintings.
All are empty and full
Noisy and pop
at the same time.
with each bottle of time,
cocktailed with wine
I realize that chaos
is the very fabric of my existence
and is the "Mother of all things"
as Lao Tzu once said thousands of years ago;
"Before Heaven and earth, there was something nebulous
Eternal and alone, silent and void
the mother of all things
I don't know its name
I call it Tao".
(First appeared online on The Peregrine Muse, Feb 2016)
Stephen Jarrell Williams
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