God Head Full of Chickens

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God Head Full of Chickens
by Ox (with the help of A.W., E.E. and J.B.+)

E.E. Cummings responded to horrors witnessed in the 30s, partly, by publishing

red-rag and pink-flag
blackshirt and brown
strut-mince and stink-brag
have all come to town

some like it shot
and some like it hung
and some like it in the twot

nine months young

In 2011, I add:

green-rag and black-flag
progressing down
godless and chicken
have too come to town

most drive lives with
cars run from corn
consuming the Big Myths
no change borne

In all humility, I know that a very new paradigm is begged for regardless of one’s orientation. If you want to take some sustainable action. Have fun in the face of this farce.


The more one studies attempted solutions to problems in society… in politics and economics, in art, philosophy, and religion, the more one has the impression of extremely gifted people wearing out their ingenuity at the impossible and futile task of trying to get the water of life into neat and permanent packages. And beliefs are running rampant regarding what packages to use.

The water of life, however, is more like a raging river than a placid lake or a full bathtub, of course.

Most of us believe — WHATEVER it is we believe — in order to feel secure, in order to make our individual lives seem valuable, meaningful, “rich” with love, sex, whatever. [Using quotation marks and italics -- hopefully -- helps the reader to understand notions which are very difficult to communicate.] “Belief” (in religion, in activism, etc.) has thus become an attempt to hang on to life, to grasp and keep it for one’s own. [Pause.] But you cannot understand life and its mysteries — deal with its problems — as long as you try to grasp it. Indeed, you cannot grasp it, just as you cannot walk off with a river in a bucket. If you try to capture running water in a bucket, ti is clear that you do not understand it and that you will always be disappointed, for in the bucket the water does not run. To “have” running water you must let go of it and let it run. The same is true of life and of God. Whether or not you choose to grasp a gun at certain junctures.

“One of the greatest favors bestowed on the soul transiently in this life
is to enable it to see so distinctly and to feel so profoundly that it
cannot comprehend God at all. These souls are herein somewhat
like the saints in heaven, where they who know him most perfectly
perceive most clearly that he is infinitely incomprehensible; for those
who have the less clear vision do not perceive so clearly as do these
others how greatly he transcends their vision.”
— One of the greatest seers of the Christian tradition, St. John of the Cross

“The highest to which man can attain is wonder; and if the prime
phenomenon makes him wonder, let him be content; nothing
higher can it give him, and nothing further should he seek for
behind it; here is the limit.”
— Goethe

“Something unknown is doing we don’t know what.” — Sir Arthur Stanley Eddington, astrophysicist

“He who thinks that God is not comprehended, by him
God is comprehended; but he who thinks that God is
comprehended knows him not. God is unknown to
those who know him, and is known to those who do not
know him at all.”
— The Hindu Upanishads

That said, that quoted… I am obliged to underscore that none of the above precludes getting involved in working for “solutions” in solidarity. It’s just that — clearly — a new paradigm must be embraced. For all I see at present, most of what I’ve seen all my life is godless chickens running around with their heads cut off from their hearts and souls, bleeding all over the sustenance that’s been provided for them.

My head is heavy from their squawking. I’ve had it with the soulless self-importance.

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