theogony
every
body
every
part
every
planet
every
star
all
between
the
unnamed
the
unknown
ourselves
and
the unseen
all
of it
no
one else invented
it
all just came to be
by
itself
in
concert
who
knows?
the
only thing certain
everything
came to mind
after
the event
at
the time
there
was nothing to set down
as
if some celestial cop were saying
'move
along, move along
nothing
to see here'
To my understanding: Nothing to add, nothing to subtract, the only thing that I don’t exactly get is the title, Theogony would be the origins of gods … are you planning to make an account, a genealogic kind of tale from this poem on…?
ReplyDeletesorry ... not meaning to be difficult ... the idea is that this is the origin of the gods ... the kind of thinking from which gods come
ReplyDelete... actually I think I could write a whole collection with every poem titled this way, each being another guess at where gods came from
Thanks for the explanation kit, now it's clear enough!
ReplyDeletesomething out of place about the final stanza but it make me rethink the whole piece...
ReplyDeleteThis title is so provocative - I keep seeing 'The agony' - I enjoy this double take, it makes me chuckle contemplating the (lexicon) gods divining this one considering the compiling task.
ReplyDeleteI am indeed trying for a hall of mirrors... I think that's where thinking about this stuff leads
ReplyDelete... when so much theology and philosophy and academia generally ...is along the lines of 'it's all sorted... nothing to see here ... move along quietly'
I was thinking the other day that the old seventies anarchist slogan 'consume - be silent - die' could actually be used effectively for positive promotion of the new Trump style fascism