Jason Hoy, September 2013

This was inspired by listening to the Beastie Boys one night, finding myself bored in the MRT the next day, and the headlines of September 2013: the Miley Circus, Taiwan politics, Middle East conflict, continuing ecological disasters, trade deals secretly negotiated with very insufficient scrutiny (such as ECFA and the TPP), internet surveillance, ubiquitous advertising…There is one invented word in here, “anthrobscenic” (from anthropocene + obscene). “Anthropocene” is a proposed name for a new geological era marked by human activity becoming an epic-scale force of nature, like a slow-motion asteroid hitting Earth. The term “pale blue dot” refers to a passage written by Carl Sagan upon seeing a Voyager 1 photo of Earth taken from the outer reaches of our solar system, worth a read on this page http://mister-walter.deviantart.com/art/Pale-Blue-Dot-189064960 (click image to enlarge). I must also mention Yogiraj Gurunath Siddhanath (see youtube), whose guidance in Kriya Yoga meditation has helped me along the spiritual path (“the crack in my cave”).
So where shall we ride this stream of human consciousness?
September 2013
A rhythm’s in my mind but there ain’t no words yet
So I take my pen from pocket and the thoughts that come out I set
Down to the ground and on some paper too
With a beat and a brain to be bored there’s no excuse.
Where will I go with this poem – I don’t know,
Poetry’s more than parsing it’s also body flow.
Thoughts in my head like yarns in all directions
Pause and pick out one, now that’s an aspiration.
Do I choose some news to criticize and analyze
Or publicize just what my ears and eyes
Should keep to themselves as private porn
Not sell it to the world – but hey that’s the new norm!
Domestically Ma is slinging mud at Jin-pyng
Among all the ads saying “Buy more bling!”
Globally it’s Syria and World War Three maybe
Whatever happens there we’ll see on FB.
Don’t wanna start on melting icecaps and nukes, we
Just need a new diet to digest all that sushi
Which is now just a little more radioactive…
I tell ya someone’s mistaken if they think that we’re gonna live
By plutocrat rules nicely misnamed free trade
People power’s superior, we’ll show the NSA.
Voyager 1 leaves the sun and us to contemplate
The meaning since her launch of what’s become the anthrobscenic age,
Still on this pale blue dot we grope and grovel
Like adolescents solely governed from the genital level.
But who am I to preach and teach when I have yet to reach
Deeper for those higher thoughts, speech and deeds that each
And everyone of us has lurking someplace in our consciousness,
That some around this planet will insist we don’t possess
Though being born human believe that you are blessed
With a key you can use called creativity
Which beats waiting to be saved by Ironman Seventeen.
So that’s the crack in my cave that I share with you all today
From my higher self to yours I say for now, namaste.

Jason Hoy