The ability to rhyme
Is not my paradigm
I brandish cacophonies
To unleash new homeys
Word
And soul full plurality
Welcoming that which can knot
Be beat
My poetry is offbeat. That is not to say that it doesn't have rhyme or alliteration, or rhyme and reason. I brandish cacophonies to unleash unexpected cognitive dissonances that may provide momentary shortcuts and brief openings to our hearts. Since the longest distance in the universe is from our heads to our hearts, there is great utility in such brain bypasses opening up the possibilities of new heart operations or inducing strokes of genius beyond calculation. Cutting through such a knot is the metaphor used in the ancient Greek myth of King Gordius who set out a challenge to untie an incredible knot, promising great power to whoever could do it. Many tried and failed, including the best and brightest. Then, one man took out his sword and sliced the knot open with one stroke of genius. The conventional wisdom of applying ever more clever brain power and ever more nimble hands missed the simple solution of using a wholly different tool. Our heart is a holy different tool than our brains and hands. As an organ of sense perception the heart can discern truths beyond sheer intelligence or brute power. You knead knot believe this. Though the heart may just prove a cut above the wrest…
