Trying a test! (poem)

Yesterday in FB I found a very old poem of mine, written when I was being published for my things at ERWA and Cleansheets, so it is genre. I am going to try and use the google translators on it too! I wrote it in 2004, and it was picked up by some friends who were really superb poets who published it in a chapbook they were doing. It’s a poem about women and men. So I was able to find the link, yesterday. http://www.geocities.ws/pj_nights/bonnairehs.html

“homo spiritualis”

http://www.geocities.ws/pj_nights/bonnairehs.html

My editors john e and PJ published it in some chapbooks they were doing. 2004.

here it is, again – copyright 2022 by me, as me.

I am going to try a test using the google translators, even though I think I know WordPress is Open Source and so the page can get run through a translator I think. So, two people I know in FB made comments about this poem and my old friend the poet john e did a version of my voice reading it over in soundcloud, so there is a link here, for that – he is a poet and used to be my editor at ERWA, but this was a totally cool collab to see what he did with it. Poets never know how they sound to others you know? We just don’t. That is over here. https://soundcloud.com/johnjohn_era/homo-spiritualis but it occurred to me that I can do readings and put them in Spotify myself. So this poem is about an era in time that had ancient art. The art can be seen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yU1bEmq_pf0 – this scholar was very important to me when I was a grad student at Pacifica.

homo spiritualis

i went to this lecture & the man said
                “we just have to evolve, you know”
the gist of the whole thing involved the fact that we
since caves, have been homo sapiens
& that now, faced with war, extinction & floods, food shortages &
    overpopulation
well maybe there is no time like the present

& this is where i need your hand, brother
’cause if i could just lie down next to you
like the sort of fertile crescent i once was
where i had no thought of harm
                    no thought of exploitation
we’d go back a long, long way

we’d move backwards through corridors of time
back, back, to the time before the fall
to some kind of agrarian meadow
’cause we’re all so tired, so tired

& these roles have gotten just so twisttangled
the man said “you know, in 30 years, nobody, nobody is going to be
    safe
from the disaster that is coming, not even those in a monastery”

& he said you know? “we all have to evolve together into a new
    lifeform”
he said the time for homo sapiens was gone
& that this was the time for homo spiritualis
& i think he was right

& this starts in a bedroom between genders
                look, look, look there was an age Catal Huyuk
before these wars, you just forgot, my brother & so did i

there was a time i planted peacefully
it was a time of wheat, of loaves & grain
            & tribe was what counted, our tribe

this was before the invasions
before the burials with coin, this was before the spear & killing
    hordes
the villages were round, they were breast-shaped
& in the art, well there were grain goddesses
& from their vulvas, sweetly pouring
                grains. sheaves & you

nestled between flush lips
        you tell me boy? what happened to our tribe?
i want to lie with you on the banks of the ganges again
curled inside of arms that were made for safekeeping
want the press of that wand, hardcurved up my thigh

want the old gods, the ones plotinus spoke about
because you know, he tried to describe that
    & plotinus was the last philosopher before organized religion
& he saw only light

& boy let me tell you
i know we have one spirit
            & that is peaceful lovingkindness
you know you’ve got the same thing as mine, same hearts
help me boy, help me brother
        it’s eden i want, the paradise of your arms

& this starts in a bedroom between genders
                look, look, look there was an age Catal Huyuk
before these wars, you just forgot, my brother & so did i


© 2004 by Valentina Bonnaire

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