Feeling Fucked Up
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The first time I heard this poem I was also on a retreat at my home away from home, Spirit Rock Meditation Center. You can imagine it was an eye opener and no mistake. Imagine sitting in meditation for days and then hearing one of the teachers blurt out the following poem -
Feeling Fucked Up
by Etheridge Knight
Lord she’s gone done left me done packed up and split
and I with no way to make her
come back and everywhere the world is bare
bright bone white crystal sand glistens
dope death dead dying and jiving drove
her away made her take her laughter and her smiles
and her softness and her midnight sighs–
Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky
fuck the sea and trees and the sky and birds
and alligators and all the animals that roam the earth
fuck marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and
democracy and communism fuck smack and pot
and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph fuck mary fuck
god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon
and malcom fuck the revolution fuck freedom fuck
the whole muthafucking thing
all i want now is my woman back
so my soul can sing
Damn right Etheridge, thank you brother!
What the hell does this have to do with the journey from here to here? It’s not so much the content of his words as the vibe, the spirit in it. Etheridge isn’t trying to be anything but what he is, he’s not trying to feel differently from how he feels. His heart is torn apart and he is total with it. He is laying it out on the line, he is being REAL, and when you read his words you can feel that realness. Sometimes we feel fucked up, a lot of the time maybe. And feeling fucked up isn’t the problem, thinking there’s a problem with feeling fucked up is the problem. Feeling fucked up is part of life, I say enjoy it, just like everything else, it’ll pass. It is possible to be free in any moment, no matter how painful, there is always a portal.
Party on!
