Perhaps we’ve got things ass-backwards, perhaps the Big Bang wasn’t darkness exploding into light but light shattering into darkness, maybe the Big Bang was Satan bursting free of his chains, like Prometheus, maybe that accounts for a sprinkling of genocide thru the ages, the Inquisition and the Crusades, Viking marauders and the Hell’s Angels rising up out of thin air, why God speaks thru politicians, He’s struck a bargain with the Devil.
Science is barking up the wrong tree, it’s all politics and packaging, the atom has nothing to do with the A-bomb, hydrogen with the H-bomb, deformed children are the fruits of our labor, it’s all some sort of bad joke, an ongoing nightmare of tsunamis earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, the aftermath of a great brutal Mystery that doesn’t know we exist, that roars thru realms we can’t begin to imagine.
Here I sit on my hill in my van in the time-change darkness, squinting thru the fading light at the yellow pad, crossing swords with inconceivable forces.
From Outlawpoetry.com
John Bennett was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1938. He is the founder of Vagabond Press and the former editor of the small press magazine Vagabond.
The magazine was started in 1966 and he published Charles Bukowski, Tom Kryss, d.a. levy, Anne Menebroker, William Wantling and many other poets, new or established. He also edited Ragged Lion, A Tribute to Jack Micheline as well as the Henry Miller tribute Black Messiah, both published by Vagabond Press.
John Bennett has 39 published books to his credit – novels, short story collections, journalism, poetry and shards, a form of prose poem Bennett has made his own.
He now lives in Ellensburg, Washington, where he writes, publishes and sends his shards out on a regular basis to a highly-appreciative and wide-spread email list.
You can find more of John Bennett’s poems and works at — Outlawpoetry.com
“Is man merely a mistake of God's? Or God merely a mistake of man?” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
Oh yeah the myths nail it. Knowledge = cast out of blissfull unknowing