Only you know and I know what the things themselves have done to our bull jive
Babies in bassinets or all grown up and on their own, payin’ excise taxes to survive
Bum-lucky got away with murder, gone up & down like a bobber in the pond scum
Weather makes the difference and the time of day, it’s the barometer of the bum.
Fishing for The Invisible with clickbait tried & true, all effort of feeding the hungry
They will follow the meals that drop for free from heaven above, blind cannot see
All above does come down here to get below us, ashes to dust & twilight zone rust
Intention to will the power to be alive forever & ever without end, It is God’s fuss.
Hearts and souls are all in it for the long haul, there’s no free will or choice’s whim
But also, but also and then for no reason at all, none I can glean, here I am in him
This lump of organized DNA, animated and generated out of pure super-atomic sin
Obedience to the thermonuclear explosions detonated by our kids, our Extinction.
Thoughts it was the species survival, unconscious or subconsciously driven to gods
Almighty One or many as the mythology warrants, intercontinental killing hotrods
News or old wives’ tales passed through all too human minds raised by the devils
All the living spirits residing in every breathing heartbeat animated by hunger bills.
Food for thought and the pennies you need to buy the food, or you can’t think “I”
Ego or the Id within your little heckle and jeckle of a bird brain, survive ‘til ya die
Then what, nothing at all but it’s fine, don’t worry & be happy you got one chance
To make it right up to the top of the heap, that’s Life as we know it, Earth’s Dance.
Now or never means you’ve got no time left to pretend you’ve got forever & a day
You have no more days or nights except this final one, tonight, it’s the night, lovely
Neither more nor less than the morons who’ve survived the Big Bang in utero egg
Minor & major application of things themselves, God’s head thinks, all my last leg.
Hooked by the small or large mouth, just wanted to eat not die in the process, Hit
And run on like a sentence without a period, comma or question mark of bull scat
Roars from the unspoken, crying cats who can’t awaken, the scheme in the dream
To keep sleeping giants & midgets asleep in bed or at the wheel, a divine scheme.
Killed or expiring of natural causes doesn’t matter to the state of rigor mortis stiff
Not to mention the putrid nature of organic matter in atrophy, unbearable maggot
Host of the things that were here before the RNA mutated to a Homo Erectus bot
Fissure keeps fizzing with the gas erupting into deep Space, cosmic slop in the pot.
Girl you turned into Woman who trued my dream, a miraculous search complete
Finish line was always there in front of my steps, I just couldn’t foresee the Teat
Where my sustenance reinput the effulgence I could no longer glean out a womb
Apple of my eye, it fell off the tree or the back of a truck, pick up or dump, boom.
Barking up the wrong tree you’ll not find the answer to the question unasked, It
All that’s left, no word, no name, no sound, no sign or point, line or formation chit
Got all of the angles until the lines connect into the circle of extinction ending 360
A compass determines direction & heading, open fire backdraft, fire it up Big City!
Swear to the divine ghost that this life is worth it, it’s a life worth the taking to task
Bye-the-Bye you & I walk, crawl & die like it or not, no mistake, no immortal flask
To hard drink a drop from dead-air both within & outside of a vessel’s invisible Rye
Be One to be, Nothing more nor any minutia less than a Big Bang, cryin’ Third Eye.
Bubbles of air created by a slick film of slippery scum, first thing created royal blue
Planned the causes to result in the exact effects, the way it is, that’s all there is too
Professor of philosophical solipsism, all your father saw, just a bloody hemorrhoid
Chasm, wide-open, heaven’s hell fell in a jackass’ trap with your movie? I am Void.
Flight landed a minute after take-off, Time travel better than in Space, all unmoved
Sounds of magic spells chanted in echo form, inside of a brass bowl, circle grooved
Emit photons, annihilate neutrinos, physics & astronomy professors all y’all in awe
Didn’t know, didn’t think, didn’t worry about the Truth, only the damn rent so raw.
Taxed before it applied to a principle, taxed again as declared by a payee to revolt
Parked in a no parking zone, towed my hotrod to a junkyard, beast got strip-rolled
Rock & rolling the place from the silence it garnered for the past week, sparks up
I welcome you to the show because you’ve paid a fee, a blood, sweat & tear cup.
Gratitude to infinity, bless every step you take upon cool cinders leftover bad love
Seared the dead meat, BBQ’d the muscles’ and infused the blood, for a high crow
Above the skyline’s stratosphere of no return, nobody gets back in here and now
Naturally the Way, Cause & Effect have no option other than Just Do It, my dove.
Good lovin’ movin’ the inner jump of juice that wants to mutate the form in utero
Love it yes, Love don’t know where it ever was in the 1st place, it’s 2 for the show
Counting in reverse order of one to one hundred, you’ll lose track and begin again
Over & over again, ad infinitum, it’s as if you’re @Sisyphus rollin’ boulders 1 to 10.
Burnt into remnant ashes of hooks & ladders, fire engine’s red, a hook & a ladder
To climb on the outside of bricks on fire up to windows for search & rescue scatter
Our Lady of Angels had children at windows, jumping out on fire, with holy ghosts
No matter escapes the big collapse, Big Bang Silence, trust me, ends of my posts.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, July 5th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
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F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
The Pulitzer Prize in
Poetry and Prose: Masterpieces of the Millennium
A Survey of
Literary Excellence from 2000 Onward
Introduction
The dawn of the new
millennium marked an era of profound transformation in literature, as voices
new and seasoned crafted works that illuminated the human condition in
dazzling, often daring ways. The Pulitzer Prize, established in 1917 to honor
excellence in journalism and the arts, stands as one of the most prestigious
recognitions for American poets and prose writers. This document embarks on a
sweeping journey through the Pulitzer Prize-winning poetry and prose—fiction,
drama, and nonfiction—from 2000 to the present, exploring the themes, styles,
and societal shifts captured by these visionary authors.
Pulitzer Prize-Winning Poetry:
Echoes of Modernity
The Poets and Their Contributions
The Pulitzer Prize
for Poetry has often reflected the changing tides of American culture, giving
the laurel to those who both honor tradition and push boundaries.
Conclusion
As the new millennium
marches on, the Pulitzer Prize continues to celebrate literature that is both
timely and timeless. The poets and prose writers who have won this honor are
united by their willingness to confront complexity, their innovation in form and
language, and their ability to evoke empathy, wonder, and understanding. Their
works are not only chronicles of their age, but lanterns lighting the path
forward—testaments to the enduring power of poetry and prose.
In tracing the arc of
Pulitzer-winning literature since 2000, we encounter not only the shifting
story of America, but also the evolution of art itself—restless, radiant, and
ever-renewing.
