“It’s hard to say if the music of poetry creates the emotion in a poem, or if it is the poet’s emotion that creates the music. Probably both are true. The intention to write with music, and the fact of doing so, are likely to put the writer in a state in which any emotions present have a good chance of coming out. It’s a well-known quality of music that it can get to feelings very fast; and when a person writes, it can deepen and color whatever is there to be said. There have been poets who wrote poems while listening to music – but usually they are just finding their own, in the words they write. This music is the most essential part of the “translation” a poet makes from ordinary to poetic language.”
O GREAT LIGHT ( O Great Light/we be beastin’ and feastin’/while the gunman lines them up    our rulers gather in toxic shadow/knit more wool over blinded eyes/their hands    in our pockets stealing essence they  slither insanely under rock/morning    has come and the light will find them/Great Light i vow    i will not fuck these men) 1. Great Light this morning i wake to choirs of illuminated angels     intoning  mad hiphop chorales in yr   Holy Name       O Great Light i am yr Bitch. 2. Great Light i am yr Holy Bitch/ i climb the hotel stairway to the upper room    Mahalia sings as i slide Parisian garter down chocolate leg/i fix upon the john    with slitted eye/i will not take your money sir/ no bills upon my dresser/go     raise a child to give to earth and i will part my legs-     Great Light i am yr Holy Bitch 3. Great Light the phony funeral is over/so is the gunfight    at the ok corral / great Light i saunter the arched walkway    at the hour of blue/each click of my stiletto/ is a tick    for the end of time.    Great Light i am yr Bitch    O Great Light Mama i am yr Holy Bitch 4.O Great Light i step lightly under the starry bridge of sighs and whispers,   O Great Light I drop to my knees in awe of majestic co-creation   O Great Light i linger far into the next morning of the world   O Great Light i annoint my transpussy with myrrh and golden frankinsence   Great Light i lift my skirts and universes flow between my thighs   Great Light i am yr Bitch   Great Light i am yr Holy Bitch                                                                         hassan falak 18-19 dec. 2012

O GREAT LIGHT

( O Great Light/we be beastin’ and feastin’/while the gunman lines them up
   our rulers gather in toxic shadow/knit more wool over blinded eyes/their hands
   in our pockets stealing essence they  slither insanely under rock/morning
   has come and the light will find them/Great Light i vow
   i will not fuck these men)


1. Great Light this morning i wake to choirs of illuminated angels
    intoning  mad hiphop chorales in yr   Holy Name  
    O Great Light i am yr Bitch.

2. Great Light i am yr Holy Bitch/ i climb the hotel stairway to the upper room
   Mahalia sings as i slide Parisian garter down chocolate leg/i fix upon the john
   with slitted eye/i will not take your money sir/ no bills upon my dresser/go
    raise a child to give to earth and i will part my legs-
    Great Light i am yr Holy Bitch

3. Great Light the phony funeral is over/so is the gunfight
   at the ok corral / great Light i saunter the arched walkway
   at the hour of blue/each click of my stiletto/ is a tick
   for the end of time.
   Great Light i am yr Bitch
   O Great Light Mama i am yr Holy Bitch

4.O Great Light i step lightly under the starry bridge of sighs and whispers,
  O Great Light I drop to my knees in awe of majestic co-creation
  O Great Light i linger far into the next morning of the world
  O Great Light i annoint my transpussy with myrrh and golden frankinsence
  Great Light i lift my skirts and universes flow between my thighs

  Great Light i am yr Bitch
  Great Light i am yr Holy Bitch




                                                                        hassan falak 18-19 dec. 2012

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