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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, February 2, 2017.
About this Poem 

“‘Anthropocene Blues’ is written in response to the increased evidence of human interference in planetary balance and ecological well-being. And it is also written with alarm at the continuing prevalence of climate change ignorance and the thrust of recent political events. The poem is written for the new year. The writing is on the wall.”
—Anne Waldman

Anthropocene Blues

sound de-territorializes
weather
and my love clings to you
sings to you
in the “new weathers”
within a tragedy
of the Anthropocene

nothing
not
held hostage
by the hand
of Man

can we resist?
will we fail?
to save our world?

we dream replicas of ourselves
fragile, broken
robotic thought-bubbles

inside the shadow
a looming possibility
this new year
to wake up

could it be?

an anthropoid scared
from the forest
slow in development
now infantilized
much like us

stressed yet
perhaps
ready to resist
this scenario?

the forest made the monkey
& the cave & steppe: the human
and now
what makes us suppler
more human?

climate grief?
a fierce tenderness toward
the destruction of our world?

questions
or actions?

[my love for you
sings for you, world
I’ve got those Anthropocene….
Anthropocene….
blues…..]

 

Copyright © 2017 by Anne Waldman. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 2, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2017 by Anne Waldman. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 2, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

Anne Waldman

Anne Waldman

A prominent figure in the Beat poetry generation, Anne Waldman has published over forty books of poetry and is the cofounder of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics. She served as a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets from 2011 to 2016.

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