Poetry

Benediction (poem – explicit)

If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink – John 7:37

‘Christ!’
I bend in benediction before the Host of God,
His face scrunched
Head rolled back to the heavens
Himself calling to the unseen God of cracked ceilings
By names he’s not even sure he believes in
But he calls on them all
A Wordless prayer
A mantra, a moan, a grunt, a groan
The songs of a God older than time,
Older than words, Older than rhyme,
Older than convention and the confession of sin,
Older than the promise of a life ever living.

Bent in bhatki to the palace of God
The Glory of God is present to nimble fingers
Exploring slow and the prayer called linger
The hand of God slows it
Says “stay a little longer”
There, Right There!
That wordless prayer in the voice of God
Prays to me,
God sees God in man,
In fire
In flesh,
In Worship wrought forth
With fingers,
and hands
And mouth,
and flesh to flesh
I receive the sacrament
The God eater made God
The blood of the saints spilled,
The communion complete:
There is no God where I am.
The religion of nature is ancient and ever present,
Viscerally voiced in the prayers of the faithful.

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Poetry

Let Them Eat Chaos (spoken word)

A wee while ago I posted up a recording of Kate Tempest performing Tunnel Vision. This comes from a much longer work called Let Them Eat Chaos, an epic poetic work set to music in several movements or ‘pieces’. She recorded the piece in full for the BBC. It is epic, contemporary, topical, intense and well worth our attention. Check it out!

“Let Them Eat Chaos, Kate Tempest’s new long poem written for live performance and heard on the album release of the same name, is both a powerful sermon and a moving play for voices. Seven neighbours inhabit the same London street, but are all unknown to each other. The clock freezes in the small hours, and, one by one, we see directly into their lives: lives that are damaged, disenfranchised, lonely, broken, addicted, and all, apparently, without hope. Then a great storm breaks over London, and brings them out into the night to face each other – and their last chance to connect. Tempest argues that our alienation from one another has bred a terrible indifference to our own fate, but she counters this with a plea to challenge the forces of greed which have conspired to divide us, and mend the broken home of our own planet while we still have time. Let Them Eat Chaos is a cri de coeur and a call to action, and, both on the page and in Tempest’s electric performance, one of the most powerful poetic statements of the year.”

Poetry

Words and Worlds (poem)

“How do you know what he wants?”
When they meet you they assume
That you cannot speak
Because you lack words.
But in your eyes there are words
And worlds and depths of knowing,
There is tone and feeling and intention
In a look, or eyes avoidance
You look away because that speaking
And knowing
And silent soul seeing
Feels too much, too raw, too real.
Behind those eyes sits understanding,
The listening space offered patiently
But always answering with those eyes.
In those eyes are words, and worlds
But we are so fast and frivolous,
Always talking but never saying anything
That we forget to listen.

How do I know what he wants?
I sit in the space beyond words
Meaning lives in the space between
I listen with my soul.

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