[Newspoetry] report on Obama in Springfield

[DL Emerick]

"Crimes against the Heart"

Crimes against reason are explained,
And also explained away as well --
Is there sense and yet no nonsense,
So that reason has a clear record:
A path through a world leads man?

No.  Reason only guide us on danger,
Away from a negative to some positive,
a positive being ever and only a posit,
a fact that most rationalists forget,
deluded as they are by powers of reason"
Intellect floats, Hegelian uber-mensch.

Bergson says, in Creative Evolution,
Instinct counters traps of intelligence
"Instinct is sympathy" -- in action --
An intuitive approach to living,
As only a sense of living gives us.

Reason wants to define what life is;
Intuition says "I'm a living being --
What happens to me is not undefined!
What happens to me is not unknown!"

That is the message of Hope, perhaps,
That Obama's message evokes from us --
The ways of the heart, to repent,
When party to Crimes of the Heart,
As victim inviting crimes, or doer,
For surely, we can prevent all crimes,
Against nature, of reason or of heart?

No one can hurt you like a friend,
Except, maybe, a diabolical enemy --
Do we need such friends, and if so,
How differs the givenness of hurts?
Incidental, unintentional, necessary,
When a friend steps on your toes --
But unforgivable and unforgiven else.

"My friends, there are no friends" --
Reb Derrida spoke well, of his friends.
To them, advising them, of the problem,
Having in his heart the best intentions,
Intending no hurt but a necessary one,
The hurt that comes when Falsity fails,
As one no longer lives under its shelter,
A not quite co-incidental fact of life.

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My friends... I give you my Crimes of A Heart Foregone

Into a deep grey barrel trash now throw,
Bottles exhausted of their frothy flow,
Drink from them was sucked until run dry,
Now wasted are they who to them did cry.

Oh, Dionysius, great god of freeing brew,
Discover to us ourselves as selfish true,
Glow in den of vain noise in dimmer dark,
Forget for us unhealed pains to our spark.

I pray you, forget for us this of you and me.

I sleep with my pillows every night,
One on the left and one on the right,
They keep out from me feelings infirm,
While, in bed, I sigh, toss, roll and squirm.

I pray you, forget of us for this you and me.

Hope was a friend of mine;
But Despair was jealous;
She intimated
Her Violence to us.

You pray me: I forget that I am who I am.

Debts settle,
Dust settles,
Man settles --
Uprisings fall.

You pray me: yet, you are not me, now nor never.

Repeat,
And drink
After
Me
Laugh.

Let us pray, one and yet not one, many to come.

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Once upon a time, there was a crime:
Attempted poetry in the first degree.