Ode to the Beat Generation and My Tangent on the Current Socio-Political Climate
hollow is the nation
that craves unity
hollow is the flag
that waves for no one
and I howl
at screens
at junk feeds
at junkies
at fake niceties
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness”
I reread it last night
and still we are scrolling
still we are shouting
still we are lost
I wonder deep in the noise
once we had a common dream
we, humanity
we sought meaning
I wonder deep in the past
what has become of what we once were
mountains of lies
empty eyed leaders
and I once trusted you
through the lens
of my own selfishness
generations one after the other
what a farce you made of us all
in the shallowest shallows
in the shallowness it allows
in the mess we created emptiness
and I have lost you
somewhere beneath
it all, what were you called
hope
love
freedom
all darlings of mine
I’ve lost you all
but I was taught as a writer
to kill my darlings
and maybe it applies to feelings too
the good ones at least
don’t you dare love me
if you are not daring in killing me
you have to know how to let me go
so I can finally break Yeats’ circle
it is dire times
but only stoics seem to have understood it
that only the hopeless
seem to rely on how vital hope is
so you should learn
I am not for everyone
I broke Yeats’ circle
fractured the pattern
fuck the rules
fuck the rules we said
carry me Whitman
carry me Ginsberg Kerouac Burroughs
“the only people for me are the mad ones”
but what happens
when the madness is empty
when it is directionless
when it is bought and sold
for profit for votes for spectacle
society is not strong enough
we are weak and dying
condemned to vote in the shadows
pretending we had the guts
to stand for what we believed
we raged in anger and sorrows
the hypocrisy of humanity
as a collective
what a fuckery we’ve made of it all
“I had nothing to offer anyone except my own confusion”
but confusion is no longer enough
confusion is currency
confusion is control
break me once
I scream I yield
break me break me break me
kill all the contradictions inside me
make me simpler
more bendable
less caring
less real
so I can mend
so I can see
so I can fall
so I can believe
break me break me break me
so I can be reborn
from it all
I want a blind easier life
I want to feel and know less
I think I know now the secret
kill my darlings
for I don’t know how long
until they betray me
for I don’t truly know them
at all
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