Dancing in the Desert with Dionysus

Two poems
by Sudeep Adhikari
 
I Speak Silence, Nothingness and Neutral-Language
 
Language is the desert
and “understanding” is not cactus.
Words fool you and leave you insatiate
fog of signs and syllogisms
blinds you to lower-order images, opinions
and fast-food philosophies
of artificial-intelligence,
smart-phones and presidential debates;
Language, a cup of caffe Mediterranean,
a few grams of Codeine,
some Wikipedia pages on mother internet
or the pornographic short-cut pleasure route.
The word “Love” is not Love,
nor the word “God” is God,
as J. Krishnamurti said.
 
Language divides you
into the binaries of subject and object
and other countless dualities
on the follow-up for free;
Deep down, in a sleazy way
language recreates an ego-self
a cocoon creation
of our own ephemeral cosmos
we cling to the veil, run on the false-alarms
and forget the reality of Christ within.
 
Wolfgang Pauli once dreamt
of “Neutral Language.” A seamless
grammar for both matter and the mind.
It hits the spot for me. Maybe I am
also a neutral linguist at my honest best,
talking simpler than a nursery rhyme.
 
 
Non-Thought and Other Meaningful Blanks
 
An island glides by
greener than the greenest green
on the molecule-wheels of river silver
all limpid and clear; silt of ground pearls,
dusted lapis-lazuli on its bends and bed;
And the spark of my non-mind
blinds all the earthly sights.
 
I regain unconscious, suddenly I wake up
in the non-thought wonderland; Philosophies are
burnt to pieces, religions are crucified.
Teachers and preachers! Take a leave today
my thought is my original sin
it’s none of you peoples’ business.
 
Irrational…is me. Yet I am
the omniscient one; Frail…I am
like a dew drop, dancing precariously
on the thinnest grass. Yet I am the protean one
the dew drop, reflecting countless cosmos
on its tiny ass sphere.
 
Existence is pain, Existence in vain
yet a magic in itself; a Dionysian feast
when you don’t see it, the way you are taught
but be it on its entirety;
And when you hold it, all naked
an awareness of a carnal unity
Standing tall on the relics
of thoughts, scriptures and dead Gods.
 
—————–
 
Sudeep Adhikari is a Structural Engineer from Kathmandu, Nepal. His poetry has found place in many online literary journals/magazines, the recent being Kyoto (Japan), Scarlet Leaf Review (Canada) and Red Fez (USA).
 
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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. He is a Best of the Net and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Scott's poetry books include: Songs of a Dissident (Transcendent Zero Press, 2015), Chaos Songs (Weasel Press, 2015), and Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016). Scott is a member of The Southern Collective Experience; he also serves as an editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, The Peregrine Muse, and Novelmasters.

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