Monday, August 6, 2018

I Dont Matter by Vincent Zepp

that its been
18
months

since ive had
a job

and

am
financially fucked

is more
codicil
than
fact

its
all bullshit

not some kind of nihilism
because
like atheism

both

leave
us

trousers
unbuttoned

after a
wonderful
buffet

until
tomorrow

when the
hunger
returns


im not
soliciting

allies and chums

its
either

too early
or
too late

perhaps maybe
lucretius

this is how
it is

the best thing
trungpa ever said

its all a big misunderstanding

it cant
be

figured
out

this is not

some
amuse bouche

for
the tenured patched
elbow
crowd

ours is

yes
and no



is
and
isn’t

neither  
and  both

to the most ludicrous
questions

does
god
exist

does an afterlife
exist

nobody fuckin knows

i dont
and neither do
you

buddha said figure it out for yourself
that you cant

we are already enlightened
awake

but

its not like
in

the
catalog

i know i don’t matter

because
i
hear birdsong

and

see
flowers

where

birth
is
murder

there should
have been

on

the eighth day
of
creation

we sat
down

and

thought it
through

while  there
was still
an

eden

whether or not
it exists

yes
and
no

is
and
isnt

neither andr both

andrey nikolaevich Kolmogorovs
gobbledegook




quantum physics

being
the

science of possibilities

insures that
it is

all
bullshit

possibly

at some point in a conversation with
someone
someplace

I said

poets
have abdicated

their role
in

quantum physics

I know it
would be

a
weird day in Zern

or zen

when
a poet

is introduced
to the

research team
as

our newest member



that among the tasks
will
be

explaining

to the bus driver
that she is in

two or more
places
at one time

popping

in
and
out

of what we think is existence

or
he is  driving his bus
in millions of universes

at
the same time

risking
getting

kicked
in the ass

and
off the bus

right before
adding

its all bullshit
and

i don’t matter




 


Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed to have such a rich tradition of poetry, art, music, and culture to available to me.  This continues to allow my poetry to flourish in a rich loam of influences.  The work I believe is representative of the best thoughts and intuitions of my generation of writers whose challenge is to move forward with the gifts given to us from previous generation of artists. From Ferlinghetti who opened my eyes to Pound and Eliot through the various significant literary and art movements of the 20th century.  Then there was the haiku master Basho who showed us frogs leaping into the pond of our mind. John Berryman said our poetry should be something no one else could do.  I've tried to focus on that idea.

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