“Then I saw in the right hand of him who sat on the throne a scroll with writing on both sides and sealed with seven seals.” ~ Revelation 5:1
Nights unfold Like the scrolls of Revelation Dragons and Leviathan breathing inconvenience Gehenna burning bright As the pale horse gallops across America Lead me not into temptation Bring the whore to heel Empire to ashes As the Barstool Prophet orders another round Truth to Power, “he sighs…” and sips his martini What changed from Egypt to Babylon to America? From bathtub gin to methamphetamines Sing me another song Abishag A melody for humanity Lyrics of carnal hermeneutics “going all the way down” Keeping my body warm in the night We know Goliath died long ago Yet, his shadow looms over us all So, bring me to Jerusalem We will find new wine to drink And five smooth stones in a wadi
I put together this digital story centered around a portion of an interview Charles Bukowski did years ago. He talks about the value of rest, to simply sleep when you need to and not feel guilty or that you “should” be doing something. This digital story is a reflection on how I am feeling during this pandemic and the uncertainty and liminal spaces we find ourselves living in while pondering the ramifications of these times. I wrote a poem for the digital story with the word “apocalypse” in it. I do not mean the word as it is often used or understood in the pop culture of evangelicalism but rather with the sense of an “unveiling.” What is being unveiled before our eyes? What injustices and systemic evils? Times of difficulty throughout history have been an apocalypse of one kind or another for the simple reason of what those times and experiences unveiled. Take a look around and reflect on this unveiling.
humming the soundtrack for the apocalypse eyes begin to see and ears to hear a world full of stories (crying to be heard) (begging to be seen) laments of the voiceless forgotten ones with backs bent to build a forsaken “American Dream”