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The Ineffable Job

A poet’s job is to dream.  To qualify, you must start by shedding earthly reality.  Only in dreaming does a poet write.  Even if one writes about the real world, it has to come from a place that is not.

Perhaps that is why taking drugs is favorable.  A little mushroom lets the mind go free into other dimensions.  Maybe drugs and alcohol are part of the job description.

To consciously dream without the aid of substance, to will oneself into a trance takes discipline.  It’s not an act of clearing the mind, rather, letting the mind wander upon a neuron and allow it to take you where it wants to go.  Many result in dead ends.  But invariably there is a path unlike all the others.  You’ll recognize it because it is energetic.  The poet must chronicle the journey in that instance by whatever means.  A poem is born.

When confronted by reality poets inevitably strike back, and sadly being mislabeled as lazy or weird or selfish.  Eyes glazed, body slumps over books, walking in circles, mumbling, disengaged in social settings—the poet is at work.  Do not disturb.

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Jobs, If Trained

After living in San Francisco for a year, my friend Bari from the Sahara Desert finally found a full time job in a Moroccan restaurant.  Before this he had various part-time jobs.  The most challenging one was working in a pastry assembly line, where in the wee hours he ran back and forth in the factory pouring large buckets of dough and constantly monitoring the machinery.  He told me only the Mongolians survive there because they are physically superior.  Bari (being a nomad, no less) lasted only a month in that job and had to admit defeat.  I can’t imagine a little innocent croissant bearing such human costs.

My daughter, being a waitress, always tips heavy (20%) when she goes out to eat.  She understands the underbelly of a restaurant, where many invisible, underprivileged  people work to bring about a pleasurable dining experience.  I think about these things now, when I go out, and eat my banana-chocolate muffin with a certain degree of reverence.

 

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