The difficulty of activating anyone by JKD

After yesterday’s strike plus October 2008 rewords poems, What’s Enough by Jonathan Regier and the form of All those Choices by George Vance


I.

To
the extent that rain is its own Metropolis of strikers
in
lament against the accepted guard, we stand
at
the iron drawbridge of the palace, crossed, a crossing, no luck, staring
into
the sun, of entering
there
is barricaded—we have no chance of getting through.

II.

For
Galileo an Armageddon of what was said, to
take
cover, rain can't ever, a certain voice hearing, over
take
running is still the break rushing to greet its brethren walking
forth:
the blind masses blinded, blinding sunrays, rise.

III.

Hours at our windows
here
climb upward to the past, back forever going
over
windows lit from the upward rushing future stars night
fall
we call "The Streetlights of Tomorrow" ancestors
blushing
strongly upward grazed to see us here, immobile.

IV.

To
say the old faith is that I believe in, as in I
believe
in a Universe without Void,
in
the Plenum, in the Vertical lacking Emptiness, to
fill
with touch its creatures I am among the
new
faith, say, I in the rain mass chest of Metropolis
rolling
forward. This blank page is just the sign we
needed.