My Soul Rejoice And Will Not Succumb & On Strike Anyway Poem by Margaret Alice

My Soul Rejoice And Will Not Succumb & On Strike Anyway

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1. My Soul Rejoice

Bertrand Russel claimed “Scientific philosophy
comes nearer to objectivity than any other human
pursuit” – how terribly awful, how unbearable,
how absolutely alienating and sad the loneliness
within the reductionist positivist paradigm!

Claire Myers Owen “understood the scheme of the
universe was good – not evil as Western society
taught us – all people were intrinsically good…”
I’m crying for joy, I know it must be so, though
I have not experienced this myself

My Western karma of flawed world and fallen
humanity is stronger than my intuition in terms
of experience – but my soul rejoice and will not
succumb to evil Western tradition and its utter
and total sadness!


(Colin Wilson “Beyond the Occult” p.37)


2. My Mind Has Gone On Strike Anyway

Everybody is called up to strike
officially today, my mind has gone
on strike anyway, I have no choice
in the matter, I had last night when
I ate a warm bread-roll with butter,
but that is the staple of life – it was
so good, I withstood the advice of
cold common sense in my head,
logically the allergy would come
into play, but I always say, I might
have lost it, it could happen any day,
and then bread-rolls could be part
of my diet – but as I ate and my
throat constricted, I knew it was
just a fantasy, yet I finished the
meal and suffered the effects with
the patience of an old-fashioned
martyr, I’m sure I would be able to
stand beheading by guillotine just as
bravely as Marie Antoinette, I got
through the night, though ending
up on the floor, the heating making
my temperature soar, not finding the
switch in the dark, but what of it all?
Now I also know the taste of those
bread-rolls dished up by all and sundry
and though my mind went on strike,
I’m still me, albeit with less intellect
and completely conscience-free,
this is good too, it makes me
adventurous and daring because
I have nothing to lose having lost
my mind totally, what else is there
than living life blindly, without
my conscience in the way,
I’m free to discover
where it’s at!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 19 September 2007

Amen Sister! I love your pure and rational logic, Marilese. If only humans could think for themselves and see their way around all the dogma!

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Margaret Alice

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