Paradise was written over many years in New York, Copenhagen, Amsterdam, and Alicante. The poem from which the book takes its title was inspired by an elementary school textbook. A possible subject for a poem, according to the author, is "a map of paradise."
I told you if I had
to leave town
I would go to Chicago
there was vast
resistance
boarding the plane
Prevailing evolution. We bumble with science into which we venture and believe that chaos can predict the want to die.
Only because we are a new millennium, we have reset our minds to the zero of the complex manifestation of face value; give us back our tribes, our actual existence.
We are skeptical as we can filter through so many inputs. We look for peaceful means. Whatever thought we share, we care about ourselves; no time to limit our ability to make mistakes seeing the mirrors that keep us exponentially through evolution’s novelty.
This is a fearlessness with an absence of fear.
When the self imposed cognitive Y2K and the physical boundaries explode through every area, ours is the same. Want is to continue, arbitrary.
What used to be the will to live, the want to control, we reserve the right to it all.
Cappy Jack, Andrew J. Jones--2007
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from Selfish Monologues
His handwriting shows no respect
she sleeps these twenty years or so
colliding
with the screams of reality fit
only for shelter and food
you have a long way to go
years between conversations in your true voice
believed cursed since you learned to talk
this is when gods and men revive the air
purged
in the theatre of sacrifice
when war is trivial and peace responds
in every selfish monologue
the streets raise an order that the sun
shine shadows on the wall
every child a drip in the slow destruction
