September 23rd, 2012

S.C. Hickman

Earth Songs - After Lucretius

Ageless, the dark traversal of primal being,
dark inheritance of night and chaos, twin gatherings
that first emerged from that fine mesh,
entangled members of this pleroma:
storm tossed light springing forth entrailing
all that is: this universe of dust and life:
the ungrounded plenitude, the force of time and space:
self-organized immanence - habitat of stars and creatures,
great and small, travelers journeying forward,
swerving, falling ever downward into forms:
unbounded denizens productive of the forces
that even now produce in us this song;
we sing these songs of earth, remembering
the steady course of deep time, knowing
that we sing in darkness, yet the light
like a trusted accomplice keeps us steady,
guiding us along the way, showing forth
the wonders of this life on earth we live!

     - S.C. Hickman (2012)



S.C. Hickman

Against Plato

Maybe it is passion we need,
food and drink of another order:
affective, the body touches things
the mind knows nothing of;
neither reason nor emotion guide us
toward that withdrawn realm,
where what is observed observes in return;
yet, at times, we need to waken things
from their deep sleep, track them
into their darkened lairs,
enter into that relation
wherein two become one:
within this bubble, an immanence
churns out of volcanic depths,
emerging: here, just here - a truth is born
that even reason by art or craft,
by number or weight, cannot rescue
from the heart of a philosopher.

     - S.C. Hickman (2012)