ecodeviance

you would not know how long I
paused when writing this poem unless
I said so in the poem
half an hour staring
at the pencil having
written of my enemy with
love and fight to maintain
the ascension
voices from a
room no one exits
we pry genocide out
of the museum but
meant to remove
the museum 
from genocide
—  Lonely Deep Affection by CAConrad
we can never oversimplify the
way it will occur making me
friend like a friend in the dark
my plot to cover the place with tenderness
a planet coping with seven billion
human breaths a second no
exit route planned not sure
if what we do to live will
smash us to dust
hawks washing through our veins
tongues pressed to spiderwebs
I love the way we are
high together trying to
shout ourselves off of the
map this is dangerous you say
I hit the fallen snow with a
banana over and over chanting
THIS TROPICAL FRUIT NOW KNOWS THE ICE CRYSTAL
THIS TROPICAL FRUIT NOW KNOWS THE ICE CRYSTAL
THIS TROPICAL FRUIT NOW KNOWS THE ICE CRYSTAL
THIS TROPICAL FRUIT NOW KNOWS THE ICE CRYSTAL
—  CA Conrad, DID YOU EVER FORGET SOMEONE CAN’T HELP YOU BECAUSE THEY’RE DEAD I’M BORING LIKE THAT from Ecodeviance

The force of nature that is CAConrad has been giving readings and workshops on our stomping grounds this month. We had the privilege of taking one of his (soma)tic workshops at our local haunt, Gallery 1412. CA played us music made on a glass harmonic while he guided our (soma)tic writing rituals and we wrote notes. Some choice CA quotes from the afternoon:

“You can’t say no to death. You might as well say yes to poetry.”

“I like ants but I absolutely disrespect them…I have no interest in their culture.”

And my personal favorite, from his forthcoming ECODEVIANCE, “HONK IF DEATH PISSES YOU OFF.”

Years ago I was leaning against the tree, earnestly writing a Frank poem, and suddenly looked up into the branches who seemed to shake with no wind, and I HEARD the anger aimed at my pen carving into paper, paper made of tree, wood. There I was, the human carving my own thoughts in my oblivious imperialism. What love do I really have outside my own kind of animal?
—  CAConrad, “Arboreal Crystal Aria”