Blaq Andi / A Meditation on the Re-Negrofication in the Mythos of a Tragically Compulsory Swxrl Gxrl
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Blaq Andi / A Meditation on the Re-Negrofication in the Mythos of a Tragically Compulsory Swxrl Gxrl
BY CHRIS COURTNEY MARTIN
COPYRIGHT 2024. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
PROLOGUE
Setting: Aethiopia
Not the land
of Amharic
Mind us all, but--
The. Whole. Damn.
Shark’s Tooth
Sub-Saharan
Black.
Black as in
Black-as-Hell.
Black as pitch
Not-as-in a
Tent seen’t loinwise
Thru chiton draped
‘Cross Argossean Heir
Black as in
Punished-for-Beauty
As in
Harbinger-of-Tignon
Black as in
Black is in
Especially in a
White-Out
sea-Karen
sea-Karens swim
sea-Karens
swim to
Daddy
and his
triple-phallic
scepter
“Father-Dear
The Mean Queen Said
‘...Once You Go Black…’
Off!
With!
Their!
Dreads!!!”
Poseidon huffs
great barrel chest
tumid with foul
life-giving breath
puffs into Cetus
plumb replete ‘pon
hangry hankerings for
dark meat
Ending: Open
Visceral wound agape
Vapid-slack in the hinges of
Time’s Jaw
Nostalgic nothings titillate
Tongue’s Tip
In craving for a Kronos Kiss
Something. Immortal.
Perpetual. Primordial.
A discourse thrown unwieldy
Yet
Flash-fast
Strikes skull!
Sends
Acrimony akimbo
A matrimony? In limbo?
Fasting hands
Hailed from
Disparate lands
Besieged. Not by sin.
.But.
..By..
…Symbol…
*
A
CONFLAGRATION
Of
CONSTELLATIONS
*
[1]
When you are the Black of the galaxy
Let the stars stand to highlight.
May they be the water drops
Afterthoughts of perspiration
Which amplify volumetric
The expansiveness of the void
That is your perfection.
These are the things
I must try to remember.
[2]
My birth was pure.
Conceived a myth.
A ball of seed,
Rugged skin,
Ivory pith.
I tremble.
Join my hands
Therewith.
[3]
And what have we?
A voyage crossed by
Constellations writ in
Cosmic Code.
What see we?
Paint that drips
Then flakes away
Dust collected
Pigment acquired
So forth.
So on.
Here.
Gone.
[4]
This heart beats
Past expiry.
My existence is
Persistent in
Tooth-and-nail-won
Resistance.
[5]
If things are things
I call them by name
What is sense?
What is right?
Sink in sun.
Fly by night.
I will win You
Glory.
I could pluck some
From a low branch.
Where I thrive,
Gold apples runneth
Over in their bushels.
Have one, Love.
[6]
Reason has betrayed.
As well as rhyme.
We give what is left.
They lap what is provided.
Purge into their pans
Sift through for
Nuggets of ore.
[7]
Andromeda is strained.
Bereft.
Drained.
Beleaguered by the
Sound of the name.
Andromeda is strained.
Curt Andi (they/them/theirs)
(If you please)
Remains.
Pardon the
Disdain.
[8]
Faith, invalid--
--Let weary eyes see.
Destiny takes the hand
Wet-aged by sea salt tears.
Beauty takes its stand.
In Eons, more than Years.
Heart.
Beats.
Every.
Time.
[9]
I will ask again,
What is sense?
Two babes wail in
The midday.
One, rocks to sleep.
The other, shut away.
One is hushed with warmth.
One, subject to scold.
Coddled through the fever.
Nursed upon the cold.
What – is – sense?
[10]
The Mind [As a Geyser]
The Mind
As a Geyser
Begins before humanity
Ends long after
Answers to no one in between
Sits conserved
Despite stringent efforts
Lies protected
By those who would conquer…
…If only…
[11]
Flippant. Came. First.
Before the Reverence.
Before the Order.
Before the Wall.
Before the Border.
Before the All.
Before the One.
Before the Every.
And After None.
(Shrug.)
[12]
Omniscience
Is
Always
A
Puzzle.
The
Pieces
Are
You
And
Me.
[13]
What are the Ethics
Of Genius?
It takes one privy to
That-Snake-God-Elusive.
Is the question
Even mine?
Is any?
Is anything?
Mine?
[14]
Everything the light touches
We told them. As children.
Everything touched by the light
Then We
Turned Off
The Moon
[15]
I dine with these Geniuses.
Titans of the day.
They call me son.
I am, after all,
Their Progeny.
Are not we all?
Though, You… Not You.
You are something else entirely.
Are not we all?
[16]
He cut off her head.
Do remember,
He sought her out,
And
Cut off her head.
It is always the Beast
That ends up dead.
[17]
I distrust
All which
Comes easy.
I steadfastly maintain
a
Formidable phalanx
For the fiend they call
Love.
[18]
That is well.
That is good.
That, of itself
Calls in
Sweetest
Reward.
Thank All of the Gods
Later.
[19]
I could be a Prince.
If Only.
Nobility itself is Never,
Not Ever
Its Own Reward…
You should be a King
For All Intents and Purposes
In spite of
All These Insipid Rules.
[20]
Never be afraid to wonder,
Whatever happened to the Muses?
What eldritch terror
Has devoured
The inherent Beauty
Of the Innate?
[21]
My fingers poise to write the words--
The Innate is but a Myth.
But Divine Truth will not let me.
Who was I before Doubt?
And before the danger of
Sharing?
What can I take from
The Time When I Was
Solely Mine?
What Gems of Self-Justice?
Today, I am grateful
For Forces of Nature.
[22]
For You.
Not,
To You,
Child.
For. You.
[23]
Any God
Or gods
Which pull(s) us nearer--
--God(s) of Clockwork
Or
Testaments Old
Is/Are Good.
In my humblest opinion.
[24]
Let these Words weave you
Ever more tightly
Dear Ones.
As if the
Closing of a
Wound.
.àṣẹ.
[25]
There is but
One
God.
And
Love
Is
The Name.
Which translates
Omnilingually.
[26]
Perhaps I should have
Been an Atheist.
Agnosticism is simply
Too easy on this cryptid
Love
Creature.
I have no proof
It exists.
The Consciousness Beyond
Is Capricious
Where is the Patient?
Where is the Kind?
No God of Love would
Curse me with
Time.
Eros or Aphrodite
Find more merit
In my mind.
[27]
We misinterpret
The Legacy of Narcissus.
Reflection is vital.
It fills the psyche.
Flowers feed the bees.
Multiply selflessly.
The kind of Love which
Nature grants
Inherent.
That is the way he
Deserved to parent.
[28]
I know that no one has
Told them today but
Love is still alive.
I know there is no one to
Hold them today but
Love remains to thrive.
It sits across the ocean.
Across a universe of land.
Above a mountain of ice.
Beneath a crust of sand.
Between a world of eyes.
Inside an instant of skin.
They find my love, there lies.
Carried to them on the wind.
Love is Patient.
Love is Kind.
Fills full a Void.
Pupil black of Mind.
Love lives.
[29]
Angels bid You rest today
In holiest of holy covenants
Colors blaze the sky
Drunk on the wine of
Sacraments
Sleep, child, sleep
In arms which
Exceed the bounds of
Mortal flesh
Find peace in tomorrow
Vindication outscreams
Sorrow.
[30]
Happily Ever After
Looks much like
Once Upon A Time
Only
All, here, is Well.
[31]
Andromeda
Androgyny
Antagonistic
Atrophy
Atop a hill
Abreast a sea
Arrest the mess
Address the Me
Amen.
[32]
:Responsibilities
(1 Heroism
(2 Darwinism
(3 DARVOism
(4 Magnetism
(5 SPREAD-THE-JISM
A-Man.
[33]
Languid heckles dissipate
Misted ever-ringing ears
Empty vessels emulate
Catacombs of sacred peers
Disallow they hesitate
Disavow hard-gripping fear
Came All, Came One
Born apt to hear.
*
A
STARE
TURNS
STONE
TO
MIRROR
*
[34]
Perfect Percy
Made of Mercy
Wrought of Mercury’s core
Mirthful/Murky
Truthful/Trusty
Just as Fathers Come Be-Fore
Be it ocean or mountain
Which separates Me from
This abstract rite of
Verity!
…Hang my
Hubris
On
-Temerity-
[35]
Why must it be
He that comes
To save me?
Hera materializes
In
Honey-droplet dreams
Her
Power forms in
Nectarines
Why a Hero?
And not a Heroine?
Is it not her burden, too?
Is not she, too, wracked
By
Beauty?
What is Woman’s sacred duty?
[36]
…The Divine…
Plans
And We
Must Invent
The
…Calendar…
[37]
King Cepheus
Summons me a
Feast
Today.
Pray
I will not
Starve
Tomorrow.
[38]
In Kingdom, Mine
Honeycake kisses cherry wine,
Butterfat drizzles pillowbread
Tallowfat sizzles firebed
Sup, as did Persephone
In Kingdom, Home
Velvet covers cushioned throne
Tender lies a weary head
Adorned in jewels, so frequent fed
Sup, as did Persephone
[39]
Fruit
Only
Forbidden
With
Ungodly
Intention
Hidden
Hunger Keeps One
Honest.
Faced with Death,
The Truth
Is
Promised.
Speak Freely
Now
or
Forever Hold
Yourself In
Contempt.
[40]
(Alright.
Bet.)
It Ain’t Easy Being Green…
Be the brown earth beneath.
Be the dust that settles on
Everything precious and
Clutters lungs with
Unctuous spite, now
Heavier even than years
Left far behind us in
Sepia nostalgia for trees
Bearing weathered wisteria.
Be the brown of dried blood
Indistinguishable from a careless
Gravy stain on the pristine of the
White of a flag which
Flies only in affronting
Dishonesty.
Be the brown of bronze-cast effigies
Dedicated to the pallid mold still
Strangleheld fast to the
Brown of our
Skin.
…If you have the heart.
[41]
I see no color but Gold.
Fleece.
Lyre.
Apple.
Sun.
Opportunity.
[42]
With Power Spoken at Birth
Each Breath Would Turn the Earth
Such Always
Yields
A
Curse.
[43]
When the air is lightning concentrated
Sky, a silver daydream or
Waking pewter nightmare and
You cannot tell which before it
All disappears…
Delicate nerves precipitate and
Hair cuticles dissolve as mist
Until DNA and
Dark matter atoms are
One-in-the-same…
Something nitid this way comes.
[44]
All gifts are given for a Reason.
Received for one much Greater.
Held close for bigger Purpose.
Kept safe for the keeping of Safety.
Passed on for the better of Giver.
Re-received for the love of Receiver.
Held tight for the right of the Giving.
Pondered as the will from Above.
Passed on in the wonder of Love.
[45]
…A Seer Feels…
[46]
The particles of particles
Infinitely more familial
They, too--
Teleport and telepath.
Find themselves defined by
Empty space set around.
Constitute the world
Thanklessly.
These particles remain
More than Relative
To me.