I'm working on some poems for Random Acts of Poetry. I'm aiming for one new poem a day this week, so that I will have a pocketful by Saturday when I'll be heading out with a poetry word construction crew between 11 a.m. to 3:30 p.m.
Our route is Calico Coffee House; the Farmer's Market; Starbucks in Chapters--oh dear, you know I boycott both Starbucks and Chapters, but, hey, I'll come up with a poem on plantation coffee with a stab at the Heseg Foundation, funded by Chapters to support the Israeli military; the P.A. Marina Waterfront; and our last stop, on air at LU Radio 102.7 FM, "Betty Howls" with host Lisa Ferris (listen in between 2 -2:30 pm).
Trickster Translation
for
Althea
Babel.
n. The city mentioned
in Scripture
where
the confusion of tongues took place;
a
confused mixture of sounds;
confusion;
disorder.
from
the Akkadian Bāb-ilu,
gate
of God
God
is
not a gender.
God
is not a he
not
a him
not
a father
or
The Father.
God
is not a masculine pronoun
a
male object
male
subject
or
proper noun.
God
is not a personification
an
anthropomorphism
a
construction of our English language
limited
imagination.
God
is not a metaphor
metonymy
an
allusion
or
allegory.
God
is not a word
or
The Word.
God
is not Logos.
God
is not logic,
nor
logical.
In
our delusion to make sense
of
this amazing terrible world
we
have made of God
a
patriarch
a
patriarchal institution.
How
illogical.
What
a bunch of Babel.
3 comments:
Beautiful poem! Is it yours? Hugs, M.
yes, my dear. How are you? Sorry to be so absent but I am just swamped and spending too much time in front of a screen. I will try and find a minute to visit you in space.
Don't worry Taina about not visiting my blog, actually, I'm slowly writing less and less, besides I've become very lazy and don't translate my posts... Hugs, M.
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