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Incentovise #5: Honor RBG & Kol Niedre

Step 1. Write word-centos of Ruth Bader Ginsburg tribute

poems in Oddball Magazine. (In non-shpiggidity-shpaggidity

speak, a word-cento is basically a rearrangement of

the words of a poem however you see fit, but only

using the words of the poet, particularly the words

in only one poem of said saint.)


WORD-CENTO OF MEGHA SOOD’S RBG POEM

Trailblazing voice dissenter, an epitome shimmering language, a language notorious for making naysayers engraved in trembles rightly, etched an absolute justice of dignity carved in victory for truth. My RBG speaks womanhood, the pedestal for life. My RBG is forever a metaphor for determination. My RBG is forever embroidered her rise, a raging strength, marks recovery from the pain of atrocity undefined, from the war against equality, a war of disgust, men caging life force with anger, men riddled by self and scars, men who scratched skin to fit in, refusing dignity, honor, not meant to be great, notorious, my RBG.


WORD-CENTO OF JOSHUA CORWIN’S RBG POEM

Nothing claimed empty prison, heaven blistered by thunder, avalanche sand through my hands of blood, celestial-oak stars whispering your bridge through inkblot meadows, but I am forced into freedom or the grave.


Justice never wasted a second. I cannot justify your memory upon heaven’s bright altar and sigh at the chimneys, crimes, sorrow, suffering, wash my hands and blow out the perplexed candle, ask mother for orchards of forgiveness and grow blissful in the wind of perpetual denial bandaging bondage from my mind…


underneath perplexed star light warping scabious heaven, warning your ocean, your ocean of tears Home.


WORD-CENTO OF DAVID DEPHY’S RBG POEM

Tomorrow’s stars and stripes won’t wait for a miracle, a needless dream to finish a war for fate’s dawn to fall in love with a grudge and fade away from your name and fall into a world of loneliness, and forget

Justice.


WORD-CENTO OF CHAD PARENTEAU’S RBG POEM

Cry out to matriarch who mail last words made by a legion of her daughters who cry out to family surrounded by shame, who warn family no mistakes can be made now.

WORD-CENTO OF RICK LUPERT’S RBG POEM

Thank you, naysayer heads for talking politics to us with a burning punch.

Life turned in a year. Ruth, you stood for balance in evil water with colors of death. Ruth, we look up to see you.

WORD-CENTO OF DORIE LARUE’S RBG POEM

Unburied history makes me cry November, September, daylight night.

Unburied history kills the world today smoking crazy minds on the corner, shitting life.

Unburied history stabs the true whole hollow. In a flash fear kills itself with a spike.

WORD-CENTO OF JOHN STICKNEY’S RBG POEMS

Stars weep for over-turned angels of justice who’d understand unrecognized shadow alone in the sky memory walked for us all.

WORD-CENTO OF JACKIE OLDHAM’S RBG POEM

America birthed the Golem of Hate on an escalator of inequality, destroyed compassion, empathy, truth, humility; and evil descended on the Righteous Ones.

Emet alone, suffered cancer but conquered frailties of human fingers, bone passing the Hope gauntlet once more.

Once more, vote! Vote for compassion and empathy! Vote for truth and humility and freedom! with hard work, bid homage to a saint who forbade justice from passing by our fingers, who forbade homage to Beloved Freedom and gnarled Inequality with evil seeking sheep –

Make a double blessing now, anointed by the moment, now, in the hands of people, not sheep, but emet followers.

Now is the moment to bring out Truth, save virtues: to bring out Compassion, Truth, Freedom, Empathy, Bravery with Hard work and Sacrifice – to be the land of deathbeds no more, to be America birthed once more.

WORD-CENTO OF KAREN GREENBAUM-MAYA’S RBG POEM

Priggish Scalia opined divine his will convinced what founders thought firmly, unconstitutional.

WORD-CENTO OF PATRICIA CARRAGON’S RBG POEM

Baruch Dayan Notorious Justice. Like RBG, we become bitter herbs mixed with honey. L’Shana Kaddish. We become the bitter honey. We become herbs blessed with Ha’Tova, with Notorious Justice. Like RBG, we become bitter herbs mixed with honey. L’Shana Ha’Emet. We become Notorious Justice. We become RBG.

WORD-CENTO OF ROSEMERRY WAHTOLATROMMER’S RBG POEM

One step may inch toward justice, be a bridge toward forgiveness, edging change toward clarity, the strength I find when equity may feel slow, though every step toward change may feel leaden on step after step after step toward justice, toward truth, toward forgiveness, though I find my feet slow, stones every inch, I respect the grace of edging enough divisiveness one step as I go toward the bridge into another truth toward right now, with clarity and take joy in every step toward change.


Step 2. Kol Nidre is the day of atonement and forgiveness.

Listen to a live stream of Kol Nidre Services. Kindle the

flame—light a candle to memorialize those departed and

beloved, and listen. Let the words listen from within you.

Write the spirit from within and wherever your mind goes,

the pen and paper by your fingertips, write. Write. Write.

Write your meditative insert. Write the spirit of forgiveness

in solace, somber. Amen.


(NOTE FOR READERS: I’m omitting the meditative insert

here because this column would be way too long, it’s

already very long, and I’d like you groovy readers to enjoy

the aftermath, combo piece in Step 3.)


Step 3. Bang a gong and combine the meditative insert

and word-centos while listening to Jaco Pastorious &Ira Sullivan Qunintet, Ballye de Nina (1973) at “ThePlayboy Club;” Eddie Harris & Ira Sullivan – Live 1988Chicago Jazz Festival (Sept. 1, 1988); Thelonius Monklive in ’66: Lulu’s Back In Town; Horace Silver Quintent,“Song for My Father;” Eric Burdon & War, “TobaccoRoad (Live, 1970).” Usually, I make the word-cento the base, or ground piece, and inject the meditative insert into

the word-cento; however, since I have multiple word-centos

and a long meditative insert, the meditative insert will be the

ground piece.


RBG + KOL NIDRE TRIBUTE (COMBO)

Special thanks to Megha Sood, Joshua Corwin,

David Dephy, Chad Parenteau, Rick Lupert,

Dorie LaRue, John Stickney, Jackie Oldham,

Karen Greenbaum-Maya, Patricia Carragon &

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer.


The sacred portal of deep emotions

trailblazing voice dissenter,

an epitome shimmering language

I flame up a language notorious for making naysayers

and release promises engraved in trembles

heaven blistered by thunder

trembling rightly at the memory,

witnessing notorious avalanche sand through my hands

of blood commentary etched absolute justice, dignity,

humility, somber, solace, carved in victory for truth.


I confess my flaws, and find freedom

from the pain of atrocity undefined,

as I rediscover the dive of Being.

Being the drove of peace, I can be strong

in my repentance, a new human being.


My RBG is forever a metaphor

for determination.

My RBG is forever embroidered

her rise, a raging strength, marks recovery

from the war against equality,

a war of disgust,

men caging life force with anger,

men riddled by self and scars,

men who scratched skin to fit in,

refusing dignity, honor,

not meant to be great,


Nothing claimed empty prison,

celestial-oak stars whispering your bridge

through inkblot meadows,

and I am forced into either freedom or the grave.


Tomorrow’s stars and stripes won’t wait for a miracle,

a needless dream

to finish

a war for fate’s dawn

to fall in love with a grudge

and fade away from your name

and fall into a world of loneliness,

and forget


Justice.


Justice never wasted a second.

I cannot justify your memory

upon heaven’s bright altar

and sigh at the chimneys, crimes,

sorrow, suffering,

wash my hands and blow out the perplexed candle,

ask mother for orchards of forgiveness

and grow blissful in the wind of perpetual denial

bandaging bondage

from my mind…


And so, I tremble in gratitude, and enter the candle,

underneath perplexed star light

warping scabious heaven,

warning your ocean,

your ocean of tears

Home, the candle’s mind dwindling, flickering,

yet remaining ever bright with the sound of music

and the hum of humanity

words relished in a night of sadness

and blank glasses on my eyes. —


I am waiting.

Waiting for my reason, as I protest my own tears,

with shul-silence; – I want to forgive…

I want to forgive my fatigue, ardor-heaven grave.


Passionate equity. I want to know peace. And be still.


I want humanity to be at peace,

still and adored in sweet, serene silence.


I turn toward my heart and let oceans overflow

with “letting go” of past promises and doors unguarded,

unlocked by music, rhythm, harmony,

the hum of melancholia,

the stars of serenity shelter.


Why do you weep for me, O Angels in Heaven?

and here on Earth?

in the dust piles moaning?

Why do you weep for the women, men,

children, lives…

lives who have descended into suicide willingly…?


Unburied history makes me cry

November, September, daylight night.


Unburied history kills the world today

smoking crazy minds on the corner, shitting life.


Unburied history stabs the true whole hollow.

In a flash fear kills itself with a spike.


Am I willing to rise?

Willing to rise with each wind spread onto

the spur across time, beyond pre-eternal darkness,

past the guise that guides us into humanity.

Make a double blessing now,

anointed by the moment, now,

in the hands of people,

not sheep,

but emet followers.


I hear a soft voice, and listen to the music of time.

Stars weep for over-turned angels of justice

who’d understand unrecognized shadow

alone in the sky memory walked for us all.

“O, oceans, your resolve ever-guiding

with the strife of the merry and the plentiful?”—

“How do you walk into the silence of Being?”

—I ask the stars sighing in the sky, filled

with sunshine soliloquy,

as the choir speaks Hebraic melody

and ushers out gusts of wind, tyranny triumphs to

more and the melody cheerful fills me…


but I prefer the woe…

Why do I prefer the woe? The empty?

The tears of the forgotten?

Perhaps, perhaps you’re here and remember

who you are… —


You are the sand of all people

You are a spark, not a being borne

into a world of confusion.

You are the community of Divine.


So remember who you once were, and still are, –

for you have never descended

and you do not climb, but fly.


You are here with Me now,

with Saints of Suffrage.


Your oaths shall be outsung

by the Wind.


Your shivers, whispers, whimpers,

and trembles tumultuous

shall sine at last a light forever bright

in the brilliant darkness,

forever speaking secret Oneness,

One with ourselves, our soul, our

family, friends, Hashem,

and every Divine Name of Beauty,

the Beauty that outlives none but Eternity;

for it is Adonai Echad. —


Listen to the breath of Eternity…

Listen to the mountain moaning Your Name…

Listen to the Commandments and the inward

lightning of goodness, compassion,

and justice.


Turn inward to fulfill Your Strength.

Uk’shartam l’ot al yadecha.

Set these meanings aside and be the letters

O Spirit, Ruach Ha’Emet, be my Neshamah

Of forever Forgiveness:


New Sinai speaks

L’maan tizk’ru vaasitem

et-kol-mitzvotai,

viyetim kdosham Elochim…


Remember Anochi took us out of Egypt,

and though Egypt confronts us now,

We will be restoredi

to the mountaintop of our hearts

as evening descends upon us;

and hold our mitzvot and memory close

on the shelter of our heart,

and beat action mindfully

with all the Ruach of Ginsburg,

and all the Shechinah of Justice,

and be a light,

a beacon of hope in the dark nightsong upon us,

with strife and death, decay and ugliness.


God, I have shattered into slumber for far too long.

Let me awaken anew spark, and pick up the pieces,

ready to answer the call past infinite illness and war,

feed the hungry

with your heartsoul beat into my memory,

as you descend from heaven, and carry me safely

on wings of love —


for you are ki El Melech chanun v’rachum Ata,

O Sovereign of Compassion.

buried in the stillness on the child’s face,

my beloved heart

awaiting unveiling, revealed courage to stand,

and pledge allegiance to the Beauty. –


The Beauty that is Adonai:

s’fatai tiftach ufi

ufi yagid t’hilatecha.


O, ocean, let me be.

The congregation asks me to pray in

silence.

And I peer deep into my own candleflame of

existence

as I write with blue pen mind,

and penchant repentance,

pen chant repentance,

in the peasant soul I am asking for holiness;

I now cry for You day by day.


Selah. Shalem. Wholeness. Gratitude roots waves

of thoughtless cries, shrikes of uncertainty,

but it starts with the sense of wholeness

in the forgiveness… I wake to lanterns,

open my heart with the Peace that is Yours

to give. Shalom rav al Yisrael am’cha

tasim l’olam

I want to be Your gift to Israel this year,

when Kiddush seems empty,

and there is no Farbrengen to give;

and I want to devour my eyes,

so I can’t see this Darkness,


I ask You to breathe the Book of Life

and inscribe principles bold and mighty,

peaceful as the prophets,

and as honorable as the stillness of the night

in the midst of the chaos of it all.

Anachnu, v’chol am’cha beit Yisrael!

l’chayim tovim ul’shalom!


And be boxes kept in the covers revealed

as the candlelight still remains ever supernal,


I beat my chest and repent, —


We betray, we steal, we scorn and act

perversely.


And I am here to admit that I am in the

cloud of darkness.


Ashamnu, bagadnu, gazalnu, dibarnu dofi,

He’evinu, v’hirshanu, zadnu, chamasnu…


I weep for the pen that wanders eerily onto

the page of white,

and ask for beating to cease.

And I chant.

Baruch Dayan Notorious Justice.

Like RBG, we become bitter herbs

mixed with honey.

L’Shana Kaddish.

We become the bitter honey.

We become herbs blessed with Ha’Tova,

with Notorious Justice.

Like RBG, we become bitter herbs

mixed with honey.

L’Shana Ha’Emet.

We become Notorious Justice.

We become RBG.


I chant for goodness,

gladness and peace uniting us all,

despite all the failures and the malice,

secrets, poisons and points

that I poured into the ocean this year,

and locked my Samaritan in the closet of descension,

and forgot that I always held the key close to my heart.


And so I pause for the lost,

Spirit expand and encircle those suffering,

struggling to recover physically,

mentally, emotionally, spiritually,

and let the golden Ash be lamented

with the chant al Kaddish Ramah,

and prayer shall be the steeple upon which

I sing Mi Shebeirach, offer blessing through

actions of atonement

for my failure to walk, glide and glance

lovingly,

with all my heart and all my soul,

and forget to invoke actions of justice and peace,

for our mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.


America birthed the Golem of Hate

on an escalator of inequality,

destroyed compassion, empathy, truth, humility;

and evil descended

on the Righteous Ones.


Forgive me God, for my cruelty and summer stabs,

forgetting faith and breath of Your Spirit

as I read History, but

do not leave the naval vessel of Serenity

and Compassionate Righteousness

from the shore anon, with the captain, my Father,

but forgetting to wave back at

the Commander,

and I become overwhelmingly

unbalanced by my own faulty waves

and shadowy drought-malice and

to be careful to be afraid/friend upon

my own ship, my own heart,

and let go with all the Will of Wonder

and Persistent Being Bright-bliss Blended

into the ocean of stars and sober seals

unveiled to see the heart of forgiveness,

and let go! Let of your Sly Shy Ship’s

forgetful darkness and let pain and terror dry—

dry up in the earthly pit where brave

and bashful as well as fallacious figures

I resented I can cup with love,

in order to drink my own witness of Peace

and Forgiveness.

Avinu Malkanu, Kotveinu B’Sefer… …


the words fade away for a while,

as I am engulfed by the soul of love

and say Amen.


Now is the moment

to bring out Truth, save virtues:

to bring out Compassion, Truth, Freedom, Empathy, Bravery

with Hard work and Sacrifice –

to be the land of deathbeds no more,

to be America

birthed once more.


Take the world apart and let us stand.

Let us stand for that word we witness,

profound sense of embered entity,

empathy red blue black brown white,

it doesn’t matter our social status,

gender, economic status, or anything, –

We are the word we feel when

we breathe Adonai and be Ha’Emet,

and say Amen.


We must embody the essential ingredients

for leadership and model, practice

wisdom, forgiveness and set the bar

rather than bar our own hearts

and become the Teshuva makers

as we step by step, breathe feely

into the page-prayer of our existence

inscribed ethics breathe!

Bereisheit, B’shert. – Breathe the Melody of Momentous

Love with Compassion,

let us assail our assassins averting

our hearts from the sage’s truth,

the Tzadik Tzedek, and stitch the seams of hope

once again,

and be upright in the despair of Baseless Hatred

growing into our National Pandemic;

Let our beacon of joy and hope

be a child innocent,

anew,

and be the chromatic rainbow of song

and let our action’s take flight upon angel’s wind

and transcend our own sagging spirits

and trail the Spirit’s Sapphire dawn

and be founders of a new compassion

and justice for the small child

within our heart of hearts,

and be who we want to be

and make the choices that want to make

no longer for us—

Let us act, be breath and spark, speak

for the small child hidden in our hearts

and choose life;

so that the children in our hearts

may live

and outshine the darkness of darkness,

and beam the brilliant liberty longtime awaited!


And so, I ask the confines of my heart,

and speak, spark, directly to the Gaia-Child Sunshine

hidden in my heart

and ask, alight, my child what he desires,

what he wishes,

and remember that it is up to me,

and it is up to us,

to choose life,

to create the world we want

for ourselves and for everyone:

a world of beauty, compassion, grace, resilience,

listening and honoring the Oneness of Our Heart


lifnei Melech, malechi ham’lachim

HaKodosh baruch Hu,

and I speak these secret words with my child’s lips parsed

in pursuit of truth

V’neemar:

V’hayah Adonai l’Melech al kol ha’aretz

bayom hahu yihiyeh Adonai echad,

ush’mo echad.


And though the words may cross my heart

and cross out the stars, the music sighs I remember

these taken from me, loved ones,

and ask for their memory to be a blessing:


I stand with the Heart of Oneness,

and honor Earth,

Emet alone suffered cancer but conquered

frailties of human fingers, bone

passing the Hope gauntlet

once more.


Once more, vote!

Vote for compassion and empathy!

Vote for truth and humility and freedom!

with hard work, bid homage to a saint

who forbade justice from passing by our fingers,

who forbade homage to Beloved Freedom

and gnarled Inequality with

evil seeking sheep –


Priggish Scalia opined divine

his will convinced

what founders thought

firmly, unconstitutional. —

Thank you, naysayer heads

for talking politics to us

with a burning punch.


Life turned in a year.

Ruth, you stood for balance

in evil water

with colors of death.

Ruth, we look up to see you.


We cry out to matriarch

who mail last words

made by a legion of her daughters

who cry out

to family surrounded by shame,

who warn family

no mistakes can be made now.


Sing the Silence, embrace the Moment’s

Righteous—


One step may inch

toward justice, be a bridge

toward forgiveness, edging change

toward clarity, the strength I find

when equity may feel slow,

though every step toward change

may feel leaden on step

after step after step

toward justice,

toward truth,

toward forgiveness,

though I find my feet slow,

stones every inch,

I respect the grace of edging

enough divisiveness

one step

as I go toward

the bridge

into another truth

toward right now,

with clarity

and take joy in every step

toward change.


and serene selah overtakes

my being and I feel my child’s

tears with joyous laughter and loving kindness

be merry and of service to humanity,

even in the darkness without sight.

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