Spoken Word | The Poesie of Igor Goldkind

The Last Refugees: Syria in Crisis

The time has come,’ (I am) the Walrus said,

To speak of many things:

Of shoeless children — and refugee ships — and the things

that all of us need…

Of arresting civilian protesters — and blood-letting priests and kings.

–– And why the sea is filled with fleeing families

And whether falling bombs have wings.’

This is the time of confusion perpetrated by those whose power is built upon the bedrock of our confusion.

We are told that all information are biased lies. To not trust what anyone says; apart from the words of those who tell us not to trust what anyone says.

In America and around the world there is a crisis in the authority of information. Never in the history of our tribe, the human tribe, has so much information, so many facts, so much data been at the command of so many of us.

The World Wide Web is truly an amazing thing, as is its name: World Wide.

And yet too much is never enough. With such abundance comes scarcity. Scarcity in the reliability of what we read, hear and see. We can no longer afford to listen to simply one voice. Uncle Walter is no longer alive to comfort us with the nakedness of facts, disrobed from opinions.

That’s just the way it is.

So we listen to the many voices inside and outside of our heads and try to tune into a signal through the rising noise levels. That signal, that wavelength, that fleeting photon of energy we’ve always known to be the Truth. What is the Truth? I don’t really know but you and me can always recognize it.

Right now the truth comes in the numbers:

In 2016, from an estimated pre-war population of 22 million, the United Nations (UN) identified 13.5 million Syrians requiring humanitarian assistance, of which more than 6 million are internally displaced within Syria itself at the mercy of the Syrian authorities, and around 5 million are refugees outside of Syria.

5 million refugees! 1.5 million in Lebanon alone. This is the biggest refugee catastrophe the world has seen since the millions of Jews who fleeing the Nazis were denied entry, turned away from this ‘Great’ nation of ours. To be deported to the death camps that awaited them and at the time no one believed were real. How could they be real? How could this be real again?

Never Forget really means Never Again.

How could a booming population of 22 million be gutted of 13.5 million civilians, more than half the country, of men, women and their children?

How could we, our tribe have let this have happened? Why didn’t somebody do something before it got this bad?

Where was our compassion deported to?

But I’m not answering questions about how we got here. Instead, I’m asking you to do something about it right NOW. Set aside the luxury of your political opinions and focus on the reality, the facts. What we know to be True, right here and right now. There are children crying out in the desert. I can hear them, believe me, I can hear them and if you pay close attention, you can hear them too.

The facts are that families, just like yours, fathers and mothers just like you and yours and children, yes children exactly like yours are living and dying in unimaginable squalor. Right now, today. And there is something you and I can do:

They need medical supplies, doctors, and nurses to treat their external wounds and trauma counsellors to tend to their internal wounds.

The teenagers’ survivors of Florida school shooting were transformed from children into adults in the course of a few short hours of a single death-defying day. Being American, they were treated and counselled for the trauma caused by the actions of one young man and a single gun he should never ever have obtained.

These young adults’ transformation, Emma Gonzales, David Hogg and the others, was miraculous. They took the worst trauma they had ever experienced in their lives and changed it into action; an effective action that has yielded results. Like alchemists, they changed rusting iron into gold. They are an example for us all, especially us adults.

I’m telling you here that we don’t just have to admire our children, we can, we must follow their lead.

Now imagine, hundreds of fully automatic guns being fired around you, at you. Imagine the infernal thunder of bombs falling all around you, decimating your home and the streets of your childhood, obliterating your school, your neighborhood, your city and everything you have ever known to be safe and solid. The destruction of your entire your life while leaving your body if injured, still intact.

Please imagine this with me now, right now.

Stop reading this.

Close your eyes and use your mind to

Reach out beyond yourself and you will hear the bombs dropping and the sound of never-ending gunfire.

Now open your eyes and do something to answer the cry of that child in the desert. Follow the children, they know the way, the golden road into a better future.

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We’ve all got to make the effort to be the human beings we would like to imagine ourselves to be.

April 19, 2018 | Categories: Americana, art, death, Existentialism, Igor Goldkind, Mindfulness, politics, spoken word | Tags: art, Lebanon, Medical suppies, Refugees, SAMS, Spoken Word, Syria, Truth | Leave a comment

LOVE IS AN ANGEL DISGUISED AS LUST by Igor Goldkind

LOVE IS AN ANGEL DISGUISED AS LUST

What is this thing that you can’t speak of?

This flirtation that will not hold its tongue but would rather hold yours between its teeth

And bite the thwarted anticipation of your mad fear’s confusion.

for fuck’s sake, what’s to choose?

Your body has already chosen for you

I hear it calling me on the telephone it anticipates my touch

it intakes your breath

it recalls my lips onto yours this tongue wets a damp crevice and summons the river

and it flows like no other desire from phone to train to bedroom

a churning current that carves out cliffs on the shoreline on the way plowing across the months and years exposing the bone and sinew of yes,

pure lust

DESIRE!

Pure Beautiful Carnal Longing

that is the truthful stench of black damp earth pregnant with all of life; pregnant with who you and I will become

when One again.

When turning and churning, unraveling and raveling the bed sheets again.

The furious spinning of uplift resisting all gravity.

There’s a vertigo to our desire but no, I will not let you fall.

Recall, hear my cries of consummation in your arms, rising and falling, dancing between your upturned thighs

Recall your gasps of surprised delight

As the wings of a fallen angel unfurl to take in the return to paradise. You can feel this all again with me, baby.

There ever, ever was another. I’m just waiting to take you again.

November 20, 2014 | Categories: art, jazz, poetry, spoken word | Tags: art, desire, Gilad Atzmon, Igor Goldkind, Jazz, Love Poetry, lust, Nancy Farmer, poetry, sex, Spoken Word | Leave a comment

THE DARK CLOUD by Igor Goldkind; illustration by Bill Sienkiewicz; music by Gilad Atzmon; Motion by Madefire.com

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Motion Book

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November 14, 2014 | Categories: Existentialism, Gilad Atzmon, Igor Goldkind, literature, poetry, spoken word, story-telling | Tags: Comics, literature, New Poetry, poetry, Spoken Word | Leave a comment

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the

Darkness.

the

Darkness.

~~Oblivion.~~

the

Meaning

Meaning,

Which

Nothing!

contempt

incarnate

the

self-loathing,

the

wriggling,

The

squirming

your

soul

the

reason

you

are

suffering

Because

enjoy

the

show.

the

Darkness.

the

Darkness.

~~Oblivion~~.

the

Meaning

Meaning,

Which

Nothing!

the

dropped

eyes

and

fallen

smile

your

mother

When

she

realizes

what

little,

masturbating

shit

you

really

are!

sickness.

despair.

the

hope

you

hide

behind,

Strangled in thin air.

I am

the

Darkness.

I am

the Darkness.

I am

~~Oblivion.~~

I am

the Meaning

Meaning,

Which is

Nothing!

You

are

the

particle,

the physics

You think

you matter?

I Am the Matter,

Dark Matter!

where

all

energy

goes.

Entropy is my mistress

and

I fuck her every day!

Where

you

come

from

Where

everything

comes

from…

I am what comes to you all.

where

you

when

you

don’t

really

know,

When

you

can’t

recall

Who you are anymore.

I am the Darkness.

I am ~~Oblivion.~~

I am the Meaning of meaning,

Which is Nothing!

Stop

talking

now.

Stop

thinking

now.

Stop loving and living and dying.

Come with me now.

There’s

denying

what

you

already

know,

What you’ve known all along.

I am the Darkness.

I am ~~Oblivion~~.

I am the Meaning of Meaning,

Which is Nothing!

There’s

~~You.~~

There never was.

It was always

Me.

~~You~~ are just a trick of the

lights that

I own.

~~You~~ are nothing,

You are the

~~Nothing~~

You are me

You belong to

~~ME.~~

Now come quietly now,

Come take my hand, now.

Out of the darkness,

Where you belonged.

Out of ~~oblivion~~,

Out of the Meaning of Meaning,

Out of the darkness,

into your Light

And come

Home.

Copyright Bill Sienkiewicz 2014 for the collection IS SHE AVAILABLE? by Igor Goldkind

October 21, 2014 | Categories: Americana, Bill Sienkiewicz, digital insurgency, Existentialism, Gilad Atzmon, Igor Goldkind, literature, poetry, spoken word, story-telling | Tags: Bill Sienkiewicz, Comics, Gilad Atzmon, Halloween, horror, Igor Goldkind, poetry, Spoken Word | 1 Comment

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