Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

(a poem that shouldn't be read during Holy Week)

Is there resurrection of the body?
what source the molecules?
Will our dust like water condense,
mold us anew,
or will we be newly created,
the neurons firing
with the old body's memories?
Will we have hunger, desire, the urge
to dance beneath a full moon?
Will we be more tolerant, gentle,
pussy cats, not tigers?

Or will we float into existence
a wave of energy
self-aware?
Or is our resurrection
moment to moment
until our personal night descends
and God does magic on us
or casts us
deep
like a far-flung comet
into the solitary cold?

Why have I grave doubts
about all the centuries old
dogma
which puts an end to death?
Am I a rotten guy
that wants some assurance
that our fantasties
are true?

age old questions like these, seem to keep us eternally wondering about the meanings of life....I guess the only thing safe to believe in is yourself ...I often wonder if love and empathy can be passed along in our evolving DNA, or at least in some kind of collective consciousness...I'd like to think it can....I have a tattoo that along with the artwork, has the words," nothing matters but the quality of affection...in the end...that carves the trace in the mind.".....suggesting, that maybe we can pass along our practiced behavior

"grave" thoughts, indeed. But seriously, when the chips are down, so to speak, don't we all want some sort of assurance about an afterlife?

Elevator up or elevator down? Too hot to handle or just right for an eternity?

All that jazz?

Liked your thoughts. Not sure it's so much faithless but just curious...

68degrees

Ton, maybe the rhetorical question at the end collapses but it is ironical----irony. But there is a little sincerity too----not all the brash hipster angular momentum or what not. The lines are very ambiguous and can be read in a number of ways. It is what you bring to it. You bring skepticism and disgust at human hypocrisy. Okay.

I have no idea what the larger truths of reality are----no clue but I know what I don't believe.

One other thing----the religion of the sacredness of language is baloney too. Language is useful. It is how we think, how we communicate, but language changes, and if it is "sacred" then it must be a miracle. I think language is natural and fits in somehow into the complexity of the universe----everything is connected. The ultimate truths? You either find out when you die or you don't.

Find it interesting that "faith" is the discussed word when "faithless" is the subject word. Totally different. Totally.

68degrees

68degrees wrote:Find it interesting that "faith" is the discussed word when "faithless" is the subject word. Totally different. Totally.

68degrees

I agree. Seems quite odd to me.

Anyway, I liked the poem, Dan. Why? Because I did. Thanks for posting it here.

Who said anything about "faith?" One could end up labeling the "labelers." It's just language anyway, which can only take anyone so far.

Yes, the universal questions. The consciousness riddle . . . The paradox of origin. We had to "describe" these things somehow, right?

Faith Moore
now she was
the "Bomb"
back in the day
when everything
was doggone and
you wouldn't wanna
be long gone......just riffin on ur words Dan.....thinkin back to when u wanted to come sing some poetry blues mi amigo....miss them b'more poets nights out

wireman, we need more Faith Moore and Hope Lange and Sweet Charity..

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