The Poetry of Robert Jones Jr. Part 7
BEAT legacy, BAM ancestry
BEAT legacy, BAM ancestry-edited version
by:
robert l. jones, jr.
(osiris-ka/plutarch)
in that rather dank and unsavory period
of sheer desperation for all-things-
revolutionary, i be suddenly remembering
all of those mightily momentous days-and-
nights of radically assertive artisanship,
when charismatically burning thespians of
erudite defiance done boldly exercised
their many creative executions of anarchistic
freedom, and with the courageously unruly
resistance of antagonistic bravado they
totally communed together within their
equally yoked-up commonalities of some
humanly bonded camaraderie, thus harmoniously
putting their perfectly likeminded psyches in
that universally cerebral unity of cipher-
integrated oneness, so that with one strongly
pitched voice of righteous rebelliousness,
they would be so amazingly audacious in
their verbally combative dissertations of
fervently scribing an inflammatory multitude
of fire-sizzling drafts and politically militant
manuscripts of poetically protesting dissidence
against every single one of those wickedly
reactionary proponents of a society-controlling
status quo, which has so heinously succeeded
in forcefully placing subtly ensnared necks-and-
ankles inside of the crudely designed stocks
of culturally stultifying enslavement, but
despite them historically recorded miseries
of tyrannically sly objectives and a wretched
orthodoxy of coldly conservative domination
(of spirit), my deeply pensive recollections of
noteworthy nostalgia help me immensely in
vividly recalling that ever-glorious dispensation
when an extraordinarily proactive collection of
trouble-rousing artisans were definitely
expert in their fiercely enthusiastic endeavors
of loudly speaking them exceedingly harsh
truths and that ever-granular grandiosity of
rugged reality about how earnestly corrupt and
how incredibly sinister those madly authoritative
scoundrels really were, as these domestically
terrorizing dragons have been so perniciously
impassioned within their craftily fashioned
agendas of vocally excreting that bullcrapping
propaganda of some big brother-worshipping
dogma, which through divinatory lips of deceitful
talk and by those orally conniving expressions of
beguiling discourse, there was the dictatorial
demand from uncle sam-and-them for ev’ry red-
blooded american to willingly forfeit the priceless
inheritance of their purely begotten liberties, and in
shortchanging exchange for their submissively
rendered tact for being genuinely democratic,
all diverse manner of swindled citizens be so
heavily duped in agreeably receiving them demented
triple sixes of soul-chaining compliance to
the traditional fundamentals of rightist
servility and the (neo)colonizing doctrines of
some old way-debauching uniformity so
philosophically subtle and predatory to that
oblivious specimen who has been secretly
programmed with the brainwashing illuminati
of patriotically indentured serfdom-and-conformity,
but notepad and pen became the bombastically
offensive artillery of choice for a dangerously
articulate party of civil rights-rapping
rhapsodists and occidental bolsheviks, as they
were extremely gifted within their own literary
faculties of fearlessly challenging the pseudo-
sovereign canons of power-hungry archfiends and
those authority-thirsting adversaries of-the-
people, and with enfranchising words and voraciously
released verses of bitterly belligerent wisdom,
all mangled-up dimensions of verboten timidity
were absolutely forsaken and left to forevermore
vanquish into the despondent netherworld of
derelict nothingness, and from the subterranean
valleys of a thoughtfully fertile underground
emerged a consciously stimulated family of
dynamically outspoken laureates and them greatly
controversial geniuses of griot-unctioned intelligence,
and they brought with them their anthological volumes
of violently aroused speeches and angrily venturesome
veracity so unapologetically honest and so
uncompromisingly sound in mind-expanding
knowledge-and-enlightenment, so much so that a
cloak and dagger-enamored system of hate-loving
delegates became overwhelmingly stricken
with effectual panic and dismay when it was widely
known and clearly understood that there was,
indeed, a socially prolific gathering of mentally
emancipated bards and brilliantly devious writers
of both battling prose and them scrimmaging utterances
of warring rhyme, and these artistically brazen authors of
academically sharpened-up conviction shonuff had
it going on during those horrific heydays of
racial segregation, murderous lynchings and infernal
riots on the urban streets of the bluesy ghetto, as
they were richly enunciating all of their verbatim-
phrasing beliefs of community-strengthening virtue
and survival to the cleverly melodic rhythms of
jazzy bongos, to the magically eclectic cadences
of a funky set of afrika-inspired congas, and to the
deeply booming bottom of a bebop-striding double
bass as it smoothly resonates its baritone(ing)
notes of infectiously mellowed-out exquisiteness,
yea, and those purely bohemian vowels and ever-
beatnik consonants of sweetly idealistic revelation
be leaping wildly from the gold-leafed pages and dog-eared
parchments of smartly published archives from a
boss and copasetic movement that supremely summoned
the chosen oracles of kerouac, ginsburg and dylan, and
imminently volatile masterpieces which phenomenally
flowed from the beautifully heroic lips of baraka,
giovanni and sanchez would suddenly become
the lively evidences of vitally effervescent
revolt and lyrical mutiny against the disgustingly
decadent company of synthetic conventionalists
and their g.o.p.-praising embassies of gravely
un-changing craziness, so with a respectfully
retrospective fondness for the poetically
emblazoned pioneers that uniquely preceded me and
my generation, i will no longer be hopelessly
stranded within that rather dank and unsavory
period of sheer desperation for all-things-
revolutionary, for my own promethian epistles
of originally unleashed struggle will surely
abide and happily coincide with that tenaciously
solid continuation of millennially reminding a
westernizing babylon that we postmodern
hippies and eccentric comrades of oppression-
defecting resistance Shall OVERCOME///