Preface

         “the tiniest petal on the tiniest flower
is simultaneously as simple and as
complex as you are wishing it to be”
—Words of My Father—

         “Art is predicated on the belief that creation is ONE wherein all existential possibilities are intricately entangling.  Time, a concept the birthing of which reflects our predelecting obsession by means of which we are believing ourselves to be exerting some modicum of control by means of our segregating conception of creation, generally  . . . blatantly disregarding the unanimous voices of science bellowing to the contrary.

Our timeless interacting (-ing-ed-ing) enables us to be clearly understanding why it is not necessary for each of us to directly and exactly experience each and every human  possibility in order to have an intricate realization of it; especially, when we conceive of creation as one “field” wherein all phenomena are constantly, endlessly, and instantaneously sharing their information (entangling).

Every event (or momenting) is an incessantly unfolding/enfolding recurring eventing infinitely entangling throughout creation. There are, however, always spontaneous eventings impacting at levels below all our most readily accessible thresholds of perception. Interacting moments wherein all of us are participating in the evolution of our behavioral patterns are always consciously and unconsciously nowing—since our African beginning and throughout our most instructive migrations to the remainder of the earth. From whence . . . No! How, therefore, are our behavioral patterns always keeping going on and on . . . why is pretending so innating-ning.

We evolve by means of imitating one another. To varying degrees we normally continue doing this more and more on into a progressively lesser and lesser extent as our existential progressing is regressively diminishing. What then, as we are constantly and persistently and, even, desperately propagating this behavior on and on and . . . Why are we always choosing as we’re always choosing

the prey is always
preying too
swallowing one’s tail
is never through
and not the answer
for what to do

         “Everything is everything”: always drummming the rhythming of what
everything else is drummming.By means of ourselves, always we’re revealing the human dynamics  generating impoverishinged-ing; and the nesessarily underscoring wombing out of which our civilizations maybe more propitiously reborn . . . and our personal salvatory propensities honed

From the novel:
impoverishinged-ing (the sunging of the preying mantis)
Copyright (c) 2000 Asili Ya Nadhiri

“Human beings must always be feeling they’re having some significant impact on their environment; especially on those people in their immediate presence—like their families, their friends, their communities, etc.  If they are not able to realize this sensation by the avenues generally acceptable to their respective societies, they will pursue this realization by means unacceptable . . .”

Excerpt from the novel IMPOVERISHINGED-ING (the sunging of the preying mantis) (c) 2000 Asili Ya Nadhiri

bubbular-ing
(no gravity in this swelling sphere)

down’n is up’n and up’n is down’n
and moving all arounding
being here is being there
‘cause it’s all every where
thinking that’s it
when just maybe it aint
but it aint got not to be it
down’n is up’n and up’n is down’n
and moving all arounding
being here is being there
‘cause it’s all every where
eyes still try’n to be look’n down
from a here that’s there some where
so unaware pretending they care
when there’s no such thing as where
down’n is up’n and up’n is down’n
and moving all arounding
being here is being there
‘cause it’s all every where
‘spose i just gon’n’dare that
i’m in a here some where
got my phone
with the camera turned on
so there’s some kinda knowing
that i’m a here some where
down’n is up’n and up’n is down’n
and moving all arounding
being here is being there
‘cause it’s all every where
just a shadow of doubt
this what it be all about
don’t wanna find out that
i don’t wanna find out
down’n is up’n and up’n is down’n
and moving all arounding
being here is being there
‘cause it’s all every where

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

mesmerizing in fantasizing mesmerizing 

afflictionating in addicting afflictionationings
trying to paying no never never mindings
kicking ourselves here dead in the ass
like it’s just another hole in the grounding
arrogating in surrogating prevaricationings
that there’s never no blood in bleeding
‘cause every body they got to be knowing
there just aint no such’a thing
we orgasming in the salavating spray
of our lecherous asining gloating
spandexing flabby norms
for copy-cat-ing worn illusionationings
so posterizing fantasizings
dissolving on in teasing porn forms

it is what it is so what the hell is it is

promenading virgin whores
and diacritically ambivalenting hordes
who circling ‘round ‘n’round ‘n’round
all arounding right here in our heads
making more’n’more themms like us
stumbling and wandering blindly on
every where swallowing disclaiming
nervously portensively proclaiming

“♪this aint nothing but justa thang
it aint no shot but justa bang
close your eyes keep-on run’n alone
and holding on to the potion
of just holding on
!!!AND THEN POOF!!!
it gon all be gone♪”

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

this dissipationing OM

our burnishings and garnishings
 are tarnishing most all every thing
and we’re just varnishing pains
through which we are wantonly staring
slumbering plunderinged morsel-lings
grabbing after gaudily painted what-nots
on dangling spangling bangling tables
over which we’re supposed to be caring
hoping they might swell-us-all-up
into sparkling little care-not-whats

they’re casting torn worn nets poured full
of porning midnight dancing shadowings
luring in patented promisory distortionings
of moldy-ing municipal adulterationings
loitering in jading charms of fading pastels
through which we’re militarily trompling on
patriotically flossing at bothersome notions
our prancing toothpic-ings are dis-sing
of a whom we’re always wanting
just ever barely barely only
always a little lessening
and never not so far

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

convoluting convolutioning
(addict-tating alternatating)

run’n in this is what it aint
‘cause is aint what it is
no way to be suppose-ing
when every thing it’s goes-ing
and everybody here wearing
the same old new suit of clothes
but i aint gon being like you
‘cause you already me be
and nobody’s knowing
who this whatever be me
no need for any looking
aint gon be seeing what you see
no matter how it’s seeming
aint how it gonna be being
 but there’s no need for to worry
‘cause what us doing saying so
what’s causing all us trouble
aint that’us doing just like before
it that we needing to be here doing
and keeping on doing like’us doing
but just be keeping on doing
a mighty whole lot more
than how we ever doing before

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

homelessing in our homelessing
(on in on numbing in our on in on)

twirling‘round spin’n slosh’n
frozen try’n to see a something else
in the torn lap of a gathering aloning
barely daring to be furtively peeping
at the traitorous traces of a fading then
looking all around for any some’nother
‘sides a whom we may still used to be
carefully swallowing our echoing voices
slowly slowly so they making no sounds
we’re spatter’n be-draggling souls of foam
in the spells of our fettering words
scared in too scared to be heard

the brandishing cans in hands
yours and mine they’re shackles
shining here enfolding both palms
each of them deceitfully cradling
our greedy little petty petties and
rolling us up in so we be not feeling
what’s real aint real is what’s real
shrivelling in this aimless impending

our window pains are broken wings
on which we’re both pretending
ensconcing in deluding contusions
how much is it costing us all
for this bartering around enthralling
in to’n’fro danglings on imaginary walls
in our tiny little tiny little stalls
wilting in our public exultationings of
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

the bubbular absurdity of hustling
(‘cause aint no gravity here pulling)

pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing
no feeling we’re missing so much
or shadows showing the lasting of such
nor radiating visceralizings of touch
pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing
so artfully nil our dross surmisings
no mattering who we’re trying to be
our lives they tiny little plastic cups
who we hoping no one else is seeing
pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing
wander’n on in the neutering seemings
of the same old jumbling rehearsals
for treading water in imaginary pools
pawns suspending
in the phantoming alms of supposing

Copyright © 2009, 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri

surrendering

we all addicting “Me!Me!-ing”fondlers
our backs they mooningly tote-ing
fabricating tomes who cleverly disguising
treasonous designs being passing on and on
in bilious plottings of perverse-a-nating heads
of too-too-ing little self-devouring leeches
splashing here in their sucking scared
drowning in being scared of being scared
“but just you give us won’t you please
justa few minutes more of our sleeping
just a few more minutes will you please”
ingurgitating the noise of our snoring
our mouths they rabidly spinning us fulling
on swaddling illusions of something born here
that was never much more than stillborn
“a few minutes more won’t you please
 justa few minutes more of this sleeping”
circlings in the hypnotic circling of circlings
our words they always just echoes
exacerbationings tatooing stolen juju trollings
on the hollowing caverns of our lives
this aimlessly squandering wandering’s
censoring the tendons commanding our legs
and rendering our bending knees attending
“no no no . . . aint no cause for worry
we just tired that’s all
a few more winks us up and ready to go
so please won’t you just . . . please . . .”

Copyright © 2017 Asili Ya Nadhiri