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Beatnik Evolutionary Spoonfuls Of Deity


it’s just a spoon
I know baby
a simple tool
ubiquitous enough
to just pick up
and use without
a second thought

but check it baby
this tool you use
so unthinkingly
is in reality
the culmination
of an evolution
intricate enough
to be a dream
become reality

because baby
that’s how it
and all its kind
first started,
with a dream,
a simple sole idea
stealing from
inquisitive mentality
a hundred centuries ago

it might be made of wood
and thus a mind first carved it
into being, shaped into reality
with expertise learned slow
across the centuries
the knowledge of its making
and its form
first handed down
by word of mouth
from one mind to another
long before
we learned such things
as written word

or it might be made of metal momma,
pulled from Mother Earth by men
whose offices are
damp and humid
sweating tunnels
a mile underground
who send the ore
to crush and heat
up to machineries so vast
and intricate
they can take
a lifetime to create

or maybe it’s made of plastic, jack,
refined from liquid pressed
by pressure from the death
of ocean life laid down
ten thousand millennia ago
and sought as precious gold
by almost every nation
of our world

it’s made in billions baby
stamped out
by huge machines
injected molten into
myriad moulds
or turned by lathes
at lightening speeds

but what really blows my mind
is that its a culmination
of simple purest evolution
its curve of handle
and width of bowl
so comfortable
in hand and mouth
made like this
by trial and test
over centuries of use

and you know what baby?
this process shapes
everything we
do and make
change and break
destroy and create
breathe and eat
and defecate:
living life
or lifeless matter
not a single thing
we touch and use
does not evolve
or perish in the trial

so baby
if everything we do
and everything we make
creates a pressure wave
that leaves
an evolutionary wake
who's to say
that the changes that
have made us what we are
and our universe the place it is
are not in turn
the evolutionary wake
of God?

But I know baby:

It’s just a spoon.



— Race_9togo, May 29, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Earth Vicinity (within a five light-year radius), ZZC

Favorite Poets: John Donne, T.S. Eliot, Serendipity, Emily Dickenson, Kailashana, Charles Bukowski, Kabir, Rett, Dalton, W. B. Yeats, William Blake, Rainer Maria Rilke, and many other Neopoet poets; Neopoet has heavily influenced my poetry and my ability to write it well.

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Critiques

themoonman

themoonman

17 years ago

Jim...

good to see you here... a spoon... hmmm just a spoon, a wondrous invention as inventions go... I thought the poem was very good, especially partial to the ending... Richard
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

Yay, Jim!!

This just bled the Beats! Outstanding title. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

17 years ago

Thanks Jess

Dunno where that title came from, I just strung all the subjects together, and liked the result. Have a good vacation. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
B

Bosscombat

17 years ago

hey Jim

top marks my man, this is just the type of poem i like flowing....sneaky rhymes...and the knowledge and story i especially like this stanza: "and you know what baby? this process shapes everything we do and make change and break destroy and create breathe and eat and defecate: living life or lifeless matter not a single thing we touch and use does not evolve or perish in the trial" exactly the way I like poetry!! again top marks and 2 thumbs up from me Bosscombat
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

17 years ago

Thanks Boss

The "beatnik" stuff that I write started out as just for me, I never put any of them on Neopoet until I decided that "Beatnik Re-entry" needed some work, and I couldn't find the right words for it. I was surprised by the response it got, so now, even though these poems are still only written for my own egotistical enjoyment (heehee), I always put them out here. This one started as a conversation with my wife, who is a staunch catholic while I am a confirmed agnostic. It sure makes for lively family discussion, and afterwards it stuck in my head, and this poem was the result. Glad you enjoyed it so much and yes, that stanza you like is my favorite also. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
J

JoJo

17 years ago

Wow!

Jim, This poem is amazing. I liked it very much. TALKING ABOUT CREATIVE. A spoon...defining evolution and so much more. I'm floored by your creativity and I loved the flow. Great work. JoJo
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

16 years 12 months ago

Thanks Jojo

This is the real power of Neopoet: two years ago it would not have occurred to me that I could even write such a thing, let alone post it for others to see. That I can, and have, is entirely due to this site, and the poets here who have criticized and advised me on my work. Blame THEM heehee :) Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race