Who’s the Man? (poem)

 

Who’s the Man?

I am man in solitude; navigating in-between the hubris of corporate leaders’ arrogant deviations and perversions of enlightenment-to-be-nurtured. Yet, embracing the joy and loss-of-control amidst my young family

I am man in-the-know of institutionalized religion yet in awe of unshackled and de-personified spirituality; sparkling in the eyes of my sons

I am man in struggle with reason’s fragility in the claws of personal obsession and compulsion; their-in lies the true revolution of one, while in-tune with my surreal enjoyment of the liberating babbling of a child

I am man in acceptance of death yet in passionate struggle with social controls over mine; I announce as a long-term forecast, in optimism and reverence: the death of man; this man’s natural mortality. This man’s imagined perpetuity openly handed over to the guidance of next generations; of life.

I am a man yet with aspirations beyond my own identities—
perhaps rather and again, in-between them;  non-schizophrenically, lacking crisis inviting the sprouting of newly-born individualities.

I am a man in awe of modesty fallen flat-faced in the self-deceit of arrogance; a lionized version of my own delusions confronted by the naiveté of a young boy

I am a man as modernity’s irony at play with what came before and will evolve beyond it.
I aim resistance towards rigidity; most so my own and pointed out by youth.
I am in solitude copied multiple times, in holistic becoming within ecologies; clapping hands in a circular dance singing lalala and deedeedee.

I am in acceptance—of greeting the greater good; and bad—with open questions.
I am soul in love; solely with the other and striving with myself.
I am an ego in hatred with an other while endeavoring to let go.
I became, become and shall remain as dust amongst the other.
I am man in solitude in repetition; I am singularly dust in multitude;
I am quietly a father, smiling.

animasuri’13
Beijing, P.R. China

About jan—animasuri

anima suri (a.k.a animasuri, animasuri, animasuri, animasuri’10, animasuri’11) animasuri is an ongoing project using technologies as media, text as sound and sometimes visuals as odors. animasuri is trans-media. It is possibly mixed with irony, possibly with salad or coconuts; depending on the gaseous nature of transatlantic chatter. animasuri is a rational, calculated forecast of the surreal. It comments and reflects on the perceptions of daily experiences while losing all grips with it. It is highbrow on a low hanging belly. animasuri provides surrealist BrainNnocularZ containing contextual media from teaspoons to nailtrimmings. Some of animasuri’s forms drink bear, or cuddle beer. Some pick noses, or snooze with pixies. Others tap on keys or rather let them tap on others. Therefor, animasuri is clearly straightshooting vegan. animasuri is cerebrally monkey-styled. animasuri browses through the intertwined visual corridors connecting sound art, visual aberrations, appropriationist art, sound poetry and the spoken or written word. As source material visual bits, conceptual queues or soundbites are derived from pre-existing sonic or other materials, artificial creations and digital errors, environmental record-keeping, bio-confabulation and appropriation of context. animasuri is ex- in the premature sense of the word. Etymologically, animasuri is a French-like sourir pickpocketing an Anglican feminist Latin soul. animasuri is not French nor English nor American and surely not Spanish or Brazilian; it is homi in a Bhabha-esque swirl. It is balance found in the chaos of established stereotypes while acknowledging male nipples are trans-national and universally misunderstood. As a reflection of an extrinsically-labeled happily married white Caucasian Judeo-Christian heterosexual Buddha-lover, animasuri finds harmonious solace in Judith Butler’s “Gender Trouble” without any sexual troubling implications. Politically left-free, animasuri is capitalistically comfy bathing in loyal conservative strands amidst its progressive left libertarian conceptualizations with a-communist socialist twists. animasuri contradicts therefor is not.
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