What Now? OR Now What?

 

Here is the evolution of a poem.

A quote from Harold Jarche’s blog:

“The Enlightenment is over. Reason and linear thinking are becoming obsolete. But none of our institutions, including our markets, are designed for what is to come.”

 

A first attempt at evolving towards a poem:

The Enlightenment is over. 
Reason 
and lines and the flattened
are obsolete. 
None of us
are designed 
for what is to come.
Expanding:
The Enlightenment is over. 
Reason 
and lines 
and the flattened
are as obsolete
as the word “obsolete”. 
None of us
are designed 
for what is coming.
None of us are ready
for The Entanglement 
bearing down.
The operative phrase?
“Now what?”
“What now?”
Neither.
The operative phrase is:
     “none”.
Contracting:
The Enlightenment is over. 
Reason 
and lines 
and the flattened
are as obsolete
as the word “obsolete”. 
None of us
are designed 
for what is coming.
None of us are ready
for The Entanglement 
bearing down.
The operative word is:
none.
“Now what?”
Revised (and most satisfying)

Reason.

Flattened

and obsolete,

extinct as the word “obsolete”.

What is coming?

What is bearing down?

I hear it coming.

I hear it bearing down.

I ask, 

“Now what?”

Afterwards I ask, 

“What now?”

Or should I have asked them

t’other way round?

 

4 Comments


  1. // Reply

    Another Revolution of the Poem

    Lightning’s never over;
    it’s making its way
    into sound, bearing
    down on us with a
    ‘now what’ and
    a ‘what now’ before
    the ground hears witness
    to reason, unflattened:
    tangled in grief,
    jolted in belief


  2. // Reply

    I made comments to your poem in the margins and then revised that into a response:

    Lightning’s never over!
    It will make a believer of us
    growling from light to sound
    bearing down on us with a
    ‘now what Hallelujah,
    a ‘Saul on the road to Damascus‘what now’.
    Short-circuited,
    the ground hears witness to reason
    a souffle of unreason
    unflattened
    tangled in grief, jolted in belief
    a meal fit for the transfixed.

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