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Maroon Tiger
March 23,1978
Poetry
■■— - —a OBSESSED WITH THE OBVIOUS
THE SENSUOUS STORM
Lightning flicks his fiery tongue and
speeds toward the floor of an endless canyon.
The sky extends his arms towards the
snowcapped mountains and is accepted
with a hint of hesitation.
The wind blows a sensual tune across the
mouth of the canyon as the clouds gather
and prepare to release their flood waters
upon the earth.
Thunder lifts his voice with ecstatic
anticipation, and the earth is lost in
a moment of tense taciturnity.
The flood gate of the heavens burst
and unleash his rushing rains.
Her canyon walls quake as if requesting
an encore but the merciless clouds lull.
The sun peeks out of his oriental
chamber as if to soothe the saturated soil.
Then, for a second, time acknowledges
eternity—and a rainbow smiles a
smile of approval.
by JAY CONLEY
James Madison University
and
T. TEE BODDIE
Morehouse College
THE QUEST FOR BETTER
UNDERSTANDING
Dedicated to The Honorable
Mr. Terence B. Walker .
Greetings, father who
participated in the biological
process that gave me birth into
America of nothingness. Only
because my spirit willed to
visit earth in a physical form.
America of nothingness has
no essential qualities geared
toward my cosmic twinship of
In-ness into reality. This
reality is where thousands of
people are suffering from the
affluent of the power structure.
The power structure governs
the destiny of those suffering
people throughout the world.
Must the power structure con
tinue to oppress suffering
people, particularly in the
Western Hemisphere? That
sort of question is probably in
tricately impossible to answer.
Maybe the system will answer
it someday without causing a
cosmic revolution.
On second thought the world
is an illusion of our
imagination brought about by
dualism. While intellectuals
fight non-intellectuals,
politicians fight the invisible
system they established cen
turies ago. Man fights nature
with modem equipment for
instance, controlling the
weather in their best interest.
Institutions of higher learning
fighting the ‘Little Man” on
the street. Blacks fight
Nsgroes and Man fights Life
and Death. Why do men con
tinuously fight against
themselves for petty things
such as power, money and
lust? Why do men fight
against their very nature?
Why do men murder beautiful
children who are born through
women of the earth? Why are
so many women in America
and other parts of the world
unable to give natural child
birth based on the principles of
nature? For all my why’s there
are who’s, how’s, where’s,
what’s, and because’s about
the quest for better understan
ding of man. The real answers
are that men are subhuman
beings unaware of the
spiritual vigor they possess
over the imaginationary
world. Consequently, the
world will remain an illusion
of our imagination.
We envision the world
through the media, television,
radio, newspaper and other
means of communications. In
the western hemisphere the
media often condemns people
who are innocent before
proven guilty in a court of law.
Twenty-four hours a day
television in America and
other countries continues to
distort Black people’s
magnificent minds of the
Will I see you tomorrow?
Maybe ... if you don’t change your mind
about me between now and then.
Goodnight—
Damn! Not even a handshake! All I offered
her was a nightcap and she very testingly
said, “No, thank youi, I have a million things
I could be doing.” But, my God, she asked
for it—the nightcap I mean. No, she didn’t
ask for it with words but her eyes wanted it—
And me too, from what I could feel.
It was the longest, most beautiful moment
of my life . . . Our eyes locked in a minute
of spontaneous splendor. ..
Our minds actually held a conversation for
what seemed like the time between a second and eternity. Our hearts were .
beating to the same rhythm; it was obvious.
But then it was like she thought about her
father, or better still, her priest, and she
refused the nightcap and politely thanked
me for a “nice evening”. Yea, yea, a nice evening.
It’s not like she is 14 years old. I mean
this is an adult—a very adult, sophisticated
lady who could not only create intellectual
havoc amidst a crowd of sapient philosophers,
but who could also enjoy a good laugh
with the timely cycle of stop and go.
She looked at me as though she
were bubbling with burning passion—
and then she turned away as if
I had threatened her very existence.
—Ambiguous ambivalence—I looked
it up and still don’t know what it means.
She gave me every reason to believe that
she wanted that nightcap, but her
consistence, her persistence, perhaps
even her insistence toward the extreme
opposite left me in a network of total
confusion!
To whom do I owe this wanton torture?
No! I refuse to believe that she would . . .
that she could . . . would she? Would
she toy with my affections like a child
would her stuffed animals’?
Surely she must have known that a night
cap is a drink. Or, is it? I think that’s
what I meant.
I wonder if she trusted me ... or if she
trusted herself. Did she love me or
did she lure me?
What did she mean by, “If you don’t change
your mind about me . . .”?
Oh no! I think I inferred
what she didn’t imply. Maybe I won't
see her tomorrow.
by T. TEE BODDIE
MAROON TIGER STAFF WRITER
everlasting present who
govern their spirit beyond
time.
The radio progranis have
overtones and undertones
built into their system that
have a psychological effect on
those who listen to it atten
tively. Can we envision the
realization that knowledge,
created by man, is con
tradicted every three seconds?
Maybe not!! !! !
Nature is constantly observ
ing our behavior on earth
while we make fools out of
ourselves and inevitably she is
going to cease our foolishness
by blowing her twinship to
earth and destroy us. Of
course, if every person would
realize that material things
are derived from ideals; then
life on earth would be less frus
trating.
Greetings, father who
participated in the biological
process that gave me birth in
America of nothingness. Only
because my spirit willed to
visit earth in a physical form.
Thank you Father for the
quest for better understanding
about man’s ignorance.
BY MBELE KAKAMIA
ONAJE
MARCH 12,1978
PEACE AND HAPPINESS
TO NATURE AND THE
COSMIC BEINGS.
Material is necessary to
procreate a baby girl: the ace of
spades; three cats without
heads; one brain; two ears; four
potatoes; and six pints of Jesus
Christ’s rare blood. Ap
paratuses are needed: three
mixing cups four inches; three
pans (A, B, and C), five by nine
inches; two hags of flour; two
mixing bowls with fifteen
cubic inches; and pre-heat the
oven to six hundred and five
degrees.
The first procedure is to cut
the ace of spades into fifty
pieces; slice one of the cats up
in the bowl; then measure six
ounces of water into a measur
ing cup, after that, pour the
water in the bowl along with
the ace of spades and the cat,
stir well. Then chop the brain
up in the bowl along with the
two ears. Now pour them in the
same bowl with the cat and the
ace of spades, gently stir the
substances in the bowl.
Pour four ounces of Jesus
Christ’s rare blood in the same
bowl while you mix the other
items together. Stir well; by
now your mixture should be
thick. Add three cups of flour
along with one half cup of
water; then put it in the oven.
While it is baking, repeat the
procedure in the bowl. Peel
four potatoes, then add them
into the rest of the ingredients
in the bowl. Now it should be
time to take pan A out of the
oven; immediately following
that, put pan B in and wait two
more hours.
Finally, after the second pan
finishes baking, combine pan
A and B in the third pan C.
Now wait unti nightfall when
there is a full moon, then throw
the pan up into the air, scream
“moonchild”. The substance
in the pan will transform into a
baby girl.
“CREATION”
BY LEONARD GREEN
FEBRUARY 26, 1978