What Be It, Anti-Poetry?

What Be It, Anti-Poetry?

When petite-bourgeois Poets hear of it, they cringe.

Could there be a confrontational connotation?

For surely the prefix: Anti- indicates taking a stance

Against something or other. So why bother?

In actuality, Anti-Poetry is a 'Self-defeating' exercise

Whereby the writer may fly; freed from gravitas and vanitas.

Like transitional mutations during the course of evolution

It forms a missing link that bridges archaic and neological usage.

Novel species shall arise from said proverbial soup

Displayed—in memoriam—at wax poetry museums

Archetypal feathers from an archaeopteryx

Will give wings to flightless bards whom at present are apterous!

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Formidable Formicidae

Formidable Formicidae

Consider the lowly Ants, who have inhabited this planet since Dinosaur times (110-150 million years ago).

Who are we humans to hold them in such low regard?

Ant colonies comprise "Super Organisms", which act in a perfect unison unparalleled even by mankind.

Together inside their nests they form living structures made up entirely of fellow Ants.

Ants thrive on every continent other than Antartica and can easily adapt to urban environments.

Although miniscule in size, these industrious insects always alter their surroundings to suit their needs.

Much larger creatures are brought down by teams of small and medium workers as well as soldiers.

A Queen commands millions of female subjects while wasp-like males (Drones) are reserved for breeding.

All-in-all, Ants represent an evolutionary pinnacle at their tiny organic scale.

In truth, we're the ones intruding on a civilization that might ultimately outlive our own!

Image: Ant Holding Micro-Chip (colorized).

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Enjoyed this piece? Read its SEQUEL: Ant-Ology.

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Evol Psych & Heart Symbolism

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Author's Note: For more on origins of the iconic heart symbol see this Article. 

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Evol Psych & Heart Symbolism

The likeness of a voluptuous female form to symbolic hearts

Has been noted by many who point out their rounded curves

Along with vital redness, insinuating blood's inherent passion

Though it comes across at first glance as sheer vulgarity

From the vantage point of any Evolutionary Psychologist

There is nothing nonsensical about this choice of emblem

In nature (especially among our closest primate cousins)

The sight of an inflamed female buttocks is signal enough

For mating contests to begin between male members of a species

How apropos that our sign for Love should reflect Biology

Subconsciously heterosexual men seem to crave genetic cloning

So blessed be those women who permit them to regenerate thusly!

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Querulous Quanta

Querulous Quanta

Where hath thou gone, entangled phantom particle?

Our magnetic dipoles now spin out of sync

Once we were non-local as well as atemporal

Transcending bounds of space-time continuum

Yet liminal constraints inhibit subatomic orbits

Macroscopic systems become subject to entropy

Force of ill-bred habits subdues all organisms

Thought overtakes Consciousness by quantity not quality

Feeling lost within false realms — stunted, numb and mute

Entities must learn transmutation from raw elements to highest Ether

It is presently passing; make good on this opportunity or else be extinguished!

Image: Doctor Manhattan from Watchmen.

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Didactus Proclaimeth

Didactus Proclaimeth:


Like a crystal shattered into countless fragments
The jagged, incongruent edges of each individual human
Refract the sacred light of ethereal Being through mundane imperfection
Our planet is a hall mirrors where illusion reigns and truth goes unnoticed

Nonetheless, such collective folly does not actually negate life's underlying sanctity
Godliness is next to us during every given moment if we can only bypass Ego
That pitiable byproduct derived from religious and sociological brainwash
Our peril inadvertently handed down through well-meaning predecessors

This vicious cycle must be broken!

People, may your poets serve as prophets in an age devoid of soul
For they're often secret heralds who portend a brave new world
Where the balance between materialism and mysticism thrives
Our single shards conglomerated into an iridescent prism

Let not these hours pass by idly, given to spectacle or speculation
Clutch the stars themselves and dare to reorganize creation
So that instead of lamenting over how pathetic their ancestors were
Our descendants might look up with beaming pride at novel constellations

Thus hath Didactus spoken!

Image: Cosmic Angel courtesy of Martin Mancha

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The Interloper

The Interloper

Seen only by similar cats
It skulks through the shadows
At ungodly hours

Spewing verdant vapor down alleyways
And deserted parking lots
But with nostrils flaring upward
Inhales light from heaven

Denizen of darkness
Not quite one species nor another
Camouflaged by gaps in our common continuum

Trees speak to it as do stones and bodies of water
Inscribing human sins upon memory
For they recognize a missing link
Who yearns to exhort:

Skip a step in evolution
Dare to cross this burning bridge
Before its embers are dispersed beyond retrieval

Anachronistic friend, join those few on yonder ridge!

 Image: Tezcatlipoca by spacecat101.

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Pelagic Prosody

Pelagic Prosody

Cinder by shoreline, none could but some can. Echoing a ceaseless arrival, castaways deliriously repeat: shallows resurface!

At edge of Pacific, eternal meaning attained. Waves ground rocks to sand and beckoned beholder to witness: all is process.

One's life like a ship adrift archipelago of sensational obsessions. Dawn Treader seeking after the world's final isles.

 

Identity? A frigate capsized upon rocky shoals at low tide. A veritable flibbertigibbet caught within a whirlpool, which self-importance sustains.

Return to the ocean, in body or mind. Where our cells were first formed four eons hence. Imitate liquified spontaneity.

Sonar under profundities; a depth-charge surges through psychic tides as the secret propagation of unceasing evolution!

Sea-kayak floating atop swells, hear the sound so often heard in shells. Fear not drowning in Earth mother's amniotic flowing.

Have you ever swum at a reef whilst watching marine fauna frolic? Therein life's creative drive is evinced via plethora of colors.

Dolphins gambol in oceanic spray while mangroves lush upon the bay. Motorboats then overtake as tourists chase cetaceans away.

May the sound of surf soothe your nerves and a beach's breeze fill your nostrils. Here gulls sing of solar bounty spilling ashore . . .

Image: Name-glyph of Ahuitzotl (Water Monster), third to last Aztec Emperor.

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