The poem Last Fall and Next Spring was written for the cynical and sincere alike, in response to the article “Lalgarh and Misconceptions of Some Misguided Intellectuals” by Ajay, who wrote:
“Not just excruciating poverty, but the varied forms of humiliation, oppression and intolerable discrimination, is something that our intellectuals should feel even if they do not experience it. There is necessity to first and foremost put one’s heart in the right place (i.e. feel for the suffering of the masses) and then see all intellectual exercises in this framework. Democracy, violence, peace, et al are only words thrown around by one and all (including the rulers) but to what purpose. The single purpose can only be justice, humanity and equality for the vast masses of the population.”
LAST FALL AND NEXT SPRING
by Jed Brandt
Let’s not pretend
about anything
at all.
Tell me
he is a poet
I hear you
tell me
“now, that man
can talk.”
Trust
the statesman,
his duties;
see bodies
and parts of bodies
left
on the road
to be seen;
police shackles
endless
prison florescence
all human borders
children taught
to yes sir
fear the body
and not even notice
holocaust engines
the lonely and old.
Or to notice
and not care
or to care
but not much
or be scared,
a whisper
in the storm.
There is no reason
no good reason
to call truth
tiresome
deny a flower
its bloom
breathe a lie
convenient
for a time.
To be clear,
lyrical:
this convenience
is the mercury
measure of privilege,
called liberty
called relevance
without irony
at this late
hour.
When they say
what really matters,
they tell you
who really don’t.
All the words
in every language;
once spoken,
yet to come:
yes, we are
and will be;
this becoming,
no less real
for its promise.