Feeling its effects, my mind stumbles
lost,
Panic driving the mush of my gray matter to form the missing link between Allen Ginsberg and Saul Williams.
I find,
myself
In between the cracks of decaying words
crumbling,
detaching,
reforming
creating
new
bridges across decades from “Howl” to “Om”
reaching new horizons previously painted with “revolutionary breakthroughs”
telling, screaming, willing the masses to hear truth through
pronouns, adverbs (not too many), nouns, adjectives, verbs
verbs
verbs
Because,
writing is not the same as speaking is not the same as doing is not the same as committing is not the same as believing is not the same as living
Saul and Allen both will me to live the same freedom,
Just with different voices.
And as I slide down the “down turn” in spoken word, slipping through vague recordings and reading words on a page whose power is negated by the black and white print, I realize this panel knows nothing of truth.
This panel:
not comprised of collaborators endeavoring to create
not well-rounded with masters of weaving words
is not qualified to pass judgment on this craft,
just beginning its first phase of evolution.
Thus, confirmation becomes obsolete, as I wander through corridors of language mazes and printed powerless combinations
of
just
words.
by Kat Douse
Biography
Kat Douse is a current student at SCF, Venice Campus. She enjoys her exciting career as a barista, and her challenging course load. She grew up in Brentwood, TN, and relocated to Venice, FL in 2002. She loves writing, especially poetry, and hopes to continue it for as long as she can.