Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "monk-scientist"

You’re right, I am not a poet,
I have not written hundreds of poems;
you’re right, I am not a writer,
I have not written a couple of books.

I’m sorry, I am not a poet,
I have not written hundreds of sonnets,
I have written thousands –
I have not written a handful of books,
I have erected a library.

You do not have the scales
in your two-dimensional intellect
to measure the multidimensional
Ecosystem of Expansion –

larger than tribe,
larger than time,
I am Detonation of The First
Multicultural Civilization.

Forget the canon, you can’t even make sense
of my titles, bleating like nationalist livestock,
and chanting like brainless bacon – you have to
have a certain amount of multicultural tendency,
which in a way, is your first test of pilgrimage,
moreover, it’s the key to the Naskar Canon.

If you have no desire to step outside your culture,
there’s no point in grabbing any of my text,
you might as well pick up a chinese or arab text,
and expect to be an expert while speaking only English.

My script may be English, my language is not –
remove your assumptions, transcend your disciplines;
it is only through pilgrimage to plurality,
that an ape ascends into humanity.

My goal is not to replace
white supremacy with colored supremacy,
or christian supremacy with muslim supremacy,
or blind faith with dispassionate logic,
I am a stateless weaver of human plurality.

God of the gaps cannot
be God of the world,
and God of the world should not
be abused as god of the gaps.

As puny apes on an insignificant blue rock
in a tiny backwater of the galaxy, we know
nothing about the origin of the universe,
but I can tell you one thing for a fact of
earth biology, it has nothing to do with the
anthropomorphic god of all the scriptures.

If all it takes is a couple of burning bushes,
magic tricks and fairytales to quench your
quest for truth, you have neither the brain,
nor the backbone, or the heart to explore truth.

Fairytales provide nourishment for the mind,
but only as tales of fantasy, not of truth.
Myths are crucial part of the social fabric, but
they must never become the backbone of society.

Monkeys have a deranged jungle instinct of yapping about their religion, nation and culture, which is why I made it a point to erase mine, for I say again, I exist for I dissolve in all.

My life is the experiment
I leave to the world;
neither failed, nor successful,
I am just a humanizing mutation.

I don’t describe, I embody –
I don’t study a culture,
I disappear into the culture.



I am what happens when a monk scientist goes full-on godmode to establish a planetary, integrated, anti-racist, anti-phobic, anti-misogynist, anti-colonial, anti-military, anti-nationalist civilization of actual human beings.

“I’m done trying to please everybody, the academic robot, the religious fanatic, the newage crackpot – I’m done tiptoeing on eggshells. Alright, maybe not please everybody, but I’ve always practiced restraint, never too confrontational to nobody, by my standard that is. For example, the following sonnet was drafted last year, but I didn’t feel at ease to publish it, until now.”



“Dogma not Divine, Myth not Holy (Sonnet 2430)

What kind of a moron demands his devotee
to slaughter his son just to prove his loyalty!

What kind of an alcoholic father
sends his son to be tortured and nailed
on a cross just to prove how much he cares!

What kind of a pervert rescues his wife
from her abductor only to abandon her,
just so his reputation as the ideal king
wouldn’t be tarnished by a violated woman!

Mythologies have nothing to do with holiness,
nor with the actual creator of the cosmos,
even if there is such a thing, at most they
reflect the mindset and morality of their time.

I never had any interest
in making a case for or against god,
my struggle is far more real,
against dogma disguised as divine.”

It may sound preposterous to digital chimps,
who cannot even walk in a straight line
without asking AI, but those of us humans
still have a functional brain, heart and spine.

I obliterate myself pouring out life,
beyond all known limits of literature,
only to be blamed for my himalayan immensity,
by the religious of hate and nationals of bigotry.

Yet I don’t hate you back, you’re still my children,
someday your own descendants will call your fall.
When I’m pissed at somebody’s stupidity,
I don’t get rude, cruel or violent,
I get extremely patronizing, unbearably brotherly,
that’s my way of not losing control.

First I was a monk, then I was a scientist,
later I was a poet, finally I am the Human Race.
You still hang from the trees,
yet you claim to understand the Himalayas!

What have you done oh,
tonto hermano,
mountain of lies after lies
after lies, lies, lies!

What have you done oh,
gringo hermano,
ripped off el mundo from its core.

You don’t need AI,
you don’t need rockets,
oh brother ciao, yalla ciao,
yalla ciao, ciao, ciao!

Bedlam is empty,
loonies rule government,
now just go call your medico!

Like many streams finally meet in the sea,
we are all born of nature, and ultimately
disperse into nature, our identity,
our memory, emotions, everything –

then the only place we exist is
in the memories of other people, whose
lives we might have influenced in some way.

There is no transference of soul,
the way our primitive ancestors believed;
soul is just electrochemical response of
uniquely individual makeup of organic matter,
once that individual makeup breaks down,
the individual soul simply vanishes.

Your soul disperses as your body does,
but not your role in other people’s lives.
Entity can be wiped out, but not existence,
existence that has ignited a few lives.

No matter what the apes want you to believe,

it’s not weakness to abandon suspicion,
it’s not weakness to discard judgment,
it’s not weakness to practice empathy,
it’s not weakness to be considerate –

it’s not misdemeanor to denounce primitive
practices that our ancestors thought sensible,
it’s a sign of wisdom, not stupidity, to admit
ignorance, rather than succumb to supernatural.

My favorite answer of all is, ‘I don’t know’ –
in the absence of rigorous investigation
that’s the answer I fall back on the most;

then there are times when logic is immaterial,
there I avoid all mention of knowledge, and
take the humane course, despite reason or ritual.