poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Reality TV and the Multiverse



There exists a universe parallel
and another us and another us
in the multiverse simultaneous
you are in heaven and you are in hell.
The psychic medium won’t say farewell,
she sees spirits everywhere she goes, thus
she sees in the market and makes a fuss,
must tell: “Your dead mother is here, is well.”
“It’s all a hoax,” dear husband must express.
(That place is real, I visit in my sleep,
deep dream through to where you are still alive.)
I see no harm, a spirit comes back to bless.
I think he sees it as a sort of creep.
I want some Sunday music to survive.

She goes into a house and says, “I see
your father sitting on the couch. Smoking,
did he smoke?” Daughter says yes but choking,
“Does this mean his soul is a refugee
from body, but not from couch, not from me?”
I bite my fist, on my couch, invoking 
my own, the television uncloaking
many worlds. My husband will disagree.
What about William James’ multiverse
in which the father doesn’t die? “No, no,”
my husband says. But doesn’t this show, still
there exists a world parallel and cursed?
Calmly my husband says to me “You know 
William James was talking about free will.”

Monday, November 4, 2013

Two Coffee Shop Histories


There's no evidence that this was a conspiracy.
There’s no evidence of a love affair.

Yeah, I toured with my rock and roll band.
Yeah sure, we went to Virginia. 

See, when the socialist party chief gets assassinated in 1934,
this is like the Soviet JFK—
they still don't really know who did it…

So much Civil War 
but not enough time
for all the museum tours.

And then it flips and it's the Khrushchev Period
and then everyone says Stalin did it, right? He assassinated his rival,
it makes sense. This is the story widely accepted
in most Western historiography.

I thought it was a benefit concert.
The town got some money, like 11k
and then the ticket sales went to the band.

Then they killed Alexander the Second
and that was terrorism and they didn't see themselves as terrorists.

To me, the word benefit implies that the band is doing it for free, that
they are donating the money from ticket sales.

They just thought if they killed Alexander the Second,
it would be better for them. 

The local celebrity/ and his wife/ and his daughter
they're normal people.  They're nice people.

And guess what? It wasn’t better for them.

They come into this coffee shop and everybody knows who they are but
nobody bothers about that too much. Nobody wants to bother them.

Nobody has really updated this Stalin theory until now.
There are so many things that the conspiracy theorists
point to and say: conspiracy.

Three generations of his family in our town,
we can't bother about them too much.

This one new author, he has a lot more data than anybody else has.
There are all sorts of strange details.

...caliber of celebrity,
now that Sean Connery, now that's celebrity.
If I heard his voice I would drop on the floor.

Where was his bodyguard? The party chief must have a body guard.
Stalin and Molotov, they take over the interrogation themselves.
But the bodyguard is killed in a truck accident 
on his way to be interrogated.

If I heard his voice I would drop on the floor.

This is 1934, you know.
The gulag was a revolving door.
You'd get out and you'd be blacklisted
and then within 28 days you'd be back in.

They're real nice people. That's the thing with the really rich.

The anarchist party had its heyday earlier.
It's really the Mensheviks and the Socialist revolutionaries at this point.

Jut out jaw, scowl frozen in place--that's an old money face.
That's not an actor face.

The propaganda is that there were always agents collaborating with outside forces.
His evidence is strong.