It’s All Relative (Anthropological Spoken Word)

For the last ten years I’ve been teaching college courses in Anthropology and Geography. But last month I signed on to join Teach for America where I will transition into teaching middle school or high school. Sometimes at the end of the semester I would recite this poem for students, to try and capture everything we’ve learned in the entire term. Also, I wrote this about two years ago, and I realized recently that I never actually posted it even though it’s one of my favorite pieces that I’ve written.

This spoken word poem is inspired by the core message of Anthropology so artfully put by Horace Minor many years ago. he said that anthropology is, “Making the strange familiar and the familiar strange.”
This poem also appears in my book, A Luminous Liminality: A Collection of Poetry and Art

It’s All Relative


It’s all about relations,

No I don’t mean sexual intercourse,

I mean how people build their foundations

How they relate to causation, or build a nation

And what they consider freedom and liberation

The tracks of humanity don’t just stop at one station

The imagination is filled with endless destinations

Everyone has hopes and dreams, sorrows and frustrations

Everyone wants to experience the sensation of cessation of suffering and damnation

Options

We are a range of cultural options

Our choices are the result of a kind of cultural adoption

Humans are a wonder to be sure

We explore, go on tour, only to identify what we consider pure and impure

We fight wars because we are insecure, but wait there’s so much more.

For every detour we endure, we can also find the cure

For our madness

For every act of hate, there one of love pushing back against the sadness

The thoughts people carry are the result of causes and conditions

A steady diet of enculturation a kind of cultural brain nutrition

Of what’s clean and dirty, right and wrong

How best to gather food or sing a song

How to unify a community and get along

Culture is about adapting and understanding where you belong

So much of it is arbitrary but we claim tradition is important because it has. Gone. On. So. Long.

But tradition is selection of past perceptions

Rooted in imagined past and cultural objections

There’s nothing inevitable about the paths we choose

The things we keep, the things we loose,

Or how we use and abuse one another

When we forget that all beings have once been our mothers

And we yell and scream and blame one other.

For our problems

And so it’s relative, the way we know

Our goals, dreams, aspirations, the places that we go

Flow below the assumptions and you will find a place to grow

But take it slow.

Because if you think you know,

You’re wrong.

Relativism is a practice,

lifelong

And that beginners mind, keeps you from getting too headstrong

Don’t assume right or wrong

Just be curious, instead of furious.

Cultural relativism is poison, a disease?

Oh please, I’ve got no interest to appease

The keyboard warriors whose agenda is to throw feces

Like our primate cousins…

Relativism doesn’t mean you allow ignorance to thrive,

It means you contrive to understand what it means to be human and alive

The things we do to survive and strive for

Opens the doors to more

Possibilities

Because every culture is a library of wonder

They all have lessons and wisdom bright with lightning and thunder

So shut up,

listen,

and put down your hands

You don’t have to like, but you should try to understand

Growth (Spoken Word Poem)

Fresh this morning at the end of February of 2024, here is a piece of spoken word poetry titled, Growth. Text is below the video.

Growth

Organic,

Certified fresh on grocery store shelves,

Shopping in civility,

In and out like seashells,

On sea shores with shifting tides,

Circulating trash.


There,

Standing over there,

Something untenable,

Titanic,

Trembling walls of plastic,

Like tumors,

Like free trade,

Growing beyond the boundaries of what was always bountiful.

Circulating wealth into the center,

But consecrating that concentration cannot hold,

Beyond borders,

Beyond beauty,

Creeping towards climaxes of cataclysm, catastrophe,

Coffins at higher costs.     


Then,

Virtual panoramas rise,

Hiding villainous views.

Prisons of perspective,

Pluralities of Plutocracies,  

Lending to lingering hours,

 days, weeks, months, years,

of long, lonely lifetimes.  


A gaping maw of similarity,

Simulations without suspense of belief in the simulacra.

Marvels generated in single seconds,

For sensual,

Bread and circuses.


Divide and conquer,

Squabble and squander,

The grass is green of yonder,

Keeping you somber,

Silent, with overtly simple explanations,

Of Black and White thinking.


So you can,

Demonstrate your diligence.

Your dedication, and deliberate reconstruction,

Of that simulation,

Of that model,

Of the other,

So that,

Nothing ever grows in you.


Because,

Your certainty shopping at certified organic store shelves,

Is the only ritual you need.

Spoken Word: I’m Sorry to Interrupt (And I’m on TikTok Now)

Hey all, I recently started a TikTok Page where I talk about anthropology, history, worldbuilding, poetry and a few other elements of my life and experiences. But today I posted a brand new piece of Spoken Word there called, I’m Sorry to Interrupt.

Here’s the Video:

Here’s the text for those who just wish to read it.

I’m Sorry to Interrupt


I took a breath

I’m sorry to interrupt

Cause it’s time for me to deconstruct

What you just said

I have to make space

I have to write new words in this place

See

I took a breath

My heart was throbbing

And the pain was bobbing

Up and down my throat

It’s like, a perfect melody I wrote

And you just can’t play the right notes

And you struggle so hard to stay afloat

And you can hear them gloat about rigging the vote

But you just can’t devote the time and energy to spread an antidote

But you do it anyway  

So I took a breath

And I breathed some more

And you draw on every ounce of compassion out of your very core

Because before you open the sore

Before you start that war

Before you look for

A safe harbor to explore

Some common ground to open a door

You take a breath

And create some space

So that you face the anger and chase to replace

The commonplace assumptions from that deep dark place

Where we ignore that we treat people different because of race

And that history that we try to erase?

You take a breath

And then the question

You don’t know if that student will have any reception

To these new truths that will push up against their perception

There’s such a disconnection here,

So much fear of the things that they hear might be true  

But what I  am supposed to do?

Part of me wants to turn the screw

Part of me wants to make them rue the day they pushed through and cut off their classmates words intertwined in a shrew view that’s all askew that prevents them from ever having a breakthrough

Because they’re scared

So I take a breath

And I breathe some more

Because I know what I’m here for

And I have to push just a little more

Because I’m not sorry to interrupt