Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Mapping Dimension 27

            --for Jason Dodge

Let's devote the next 12 days to this poetry ritual. 

Be the Imprisoned Compass Aiming North
Day 1, place a map of the world on the floor, use a compass to align it with the planet's approximate directions.  Lie on the floor next to the map, your head acting as tip of compass needle, always pointed North, the compass devoted to North only, and in this exclusive deep affection witnessed by humans did we long ago lose our minds on behalf of North?  Roll onto the map, resting on your stomach, eyes facing North.  Quietly tune into everything you see, smell, hear, taste, and feel in this position.  What is there around you?  Take notes (please refer to the appendix for instructions and tips on taking these raw notes for the poem).

Make as many noises with your body as you can without using your voice.  Be quiet again, taking deep breaths, meditating for a short while on January.  What is your body used to in this month, what foods, what love, what things make the month of January clear to you for warmth, for pleasure, work, and growth?  How do you grow in January?  It's Capricorn the mountain goat so how do you climb in January?  Take time to think about Januarys you have known and Januarys you would like to see.  Send these thoughts into the North.  Take notes.

Finding the deepest tone in your stomach, eyes facing North, bring that deepest hum you can make, then slowly progress it to higher tones until you find your highest tone.  Hold highest tone as long as you can, feeling it in the top if your head.  You are a compass splitting clouds to find North.  Rest, then take notes.

What is North?  How is it so privileged?  Write on the map the things you think of North.  What is there?  What power?  Nuclear weapons?  What struggles to be heard in the North?  Who says North gets to have such dominance?  In what ways do you regale or rebuff or admonish or accept or enjoy or fear or love or anticipate or revile the North?  Take notes.

108 Parts of the One
Sit on the map please.  Have an object you will want to work with for the next 12 days.  For me it is my favorite object, the pen.  I am a loving, terrible friend to pens.  I lose them, find them, miss them until I find them.  I am careful when allowing someone to borrow my friend.  Do you spook easily as an accidental thief?  Each day focus on 9 parts of your object.  My pen is a line, a straight line.  I see straight lines on the map, on my body, straight lines all around me.  My pen has ink, where is the ink made?  Where is the pen factory on the map?  Where are the ingredients for the ink imported from?  And the plastic tip and body, where is this from?  Glue?  Blue, black, and translucent, my pen can write of surprise, torment, the profane, or the deviant way to propel a culture forward, ready or not.  The letters I write, the English I write through to connect with readers and ritual-makers alike.  My pen could be a weapon if a weapon were needed, or to tap on glass for attention, or to point North for the explorers, or to softly caress my boyfriend's cheek to chin.  Keep going, don't stop, 9 parts of your object a day until on the 12th day you will have found 108 parts of your object.  Take notes, take notes, take notes.

Your Body, The Map
Roll on the map like caught on a wild stream of water, thrashing your body, then rocking from side to side, then slowly, slowly, quietly bringing yourself to shore.  Think about your body in relation to the direction.  The first day is North.  The second will be East, then South, then West, then begin on the fifth day with North again, spiraling through the 12 days.  Take notes.

For instance, for North, what are our bodies in relation to the map with North?  Isn't North what is privileged?  The heart and brain given leadership.  Everything South of our belt line, our equator, we have been told what about?  What have church doctrines told us of the forbidden, the desire of the lower, South of our bodies?  Taboo, dangerous, and needing a priest's binding wedding ritual to procure safe passage into one another's sanctioned Souths.  How is the body sacred to you?  How do you prefer the sacred?  What spirit gives you joy?  Then take notes.  Then look at the map and find where you live, where you are, and begin to say exactly what you need to say out loud about where you are from.  Speak to the map.  For instance, for me:

I am a citizen of the United States.  Currently there are many thoughtful people in circles I travel in who ask about safety, are we feeling safe, is this safe for you?  It is a beautiful thing when another human being asks this of us.  I appreciate it, but also want to extend it to where we do not feel safe.  How do we create safety as US-Americans for the people in the seven different nations our military is currently bombing and shooting in our name, of, freedom tis of Thee?  No other nation is more aggressively killing to steal resources like the United States.  How can we stop this warring, hording, and suppressing?  The latest workforce data in early 2018 shows an increased use of US-employer tracking devices placed on US-employees.  The latest endangered and recently extinct species of insects, fish, mammals, birds, and reptiles are an everything must go kind of sale at every one of the 9,000 Walmart stores in the lower 48 states.  We need to consider all the conviction, affliction and complicity of being a citizen of the nation we have ties to.  I have read about the thousands of civilian deaths my nation's drone wars have inflicted on the people of the Middle East.  Someone asks me to join them at a falafel shop and like an asshole I imagine I know anything about falafel or the people who invented it.  Every tax dollar I have paid from the shit-jobs I have worked have killed children.  This is not a joke.  How to align with others to change this world?  How to look closely at the shifting policies to privacy, citizenship, and no longer being allowed to sue a bank.  How to see how we fail ourselves and others.  How to watch the hand of the United States's racist military industrial complex reaching to its federal, state, and local racist, militarized police forces cheering for fascism in DC.  There is also love, joy, kisses, so many tears, and so many days of being tired of all of it, but finding the magic in a cell dividing into kale, trees, penguins, carpenter bees.  It is good to hold another's hand in this world.  Do you have someone to hold hands with?  Not everyone does, I know this, and if you do not, where would you like to start in finding someone to hold onto?  How to ease the embarrassments of not having enough of what we need so that we may ask?  How to also be good at seeing what is needed and provide?  How thankful?  How much more thankful can we be?  Take notes.

For 12 days work through the ritual, rotating through the months, a month per day.  A different direction, head always in the North, but facing and reaching East on the day of East.  What is East and what about West?  Who gets to say what is East or West?  Who got to first call the Middle East the middle of what, from whose vantage, for whose advantage?  The object you choose, your body, the map, trusting yourself in the ritual.  Take notes, take lots of notes for your poem.  And always, always, always be ready to change this ritual, or to add ingredients to it and to be at peace with and challenged by the ritual.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

NEW POEM on The Believer

Many thanks to Sophie Robinson for choosing this poem.  
Please click HERE to read it.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

My Crystal Grid and the way it functions

If you need healing, peace and reduced anxiety, or just to recalibrate your senses to get back on track with your life, this grid can be a tremendous aid.
The two long white stones framing the tip of the funnel of the grid are selenite, as well as the small stopper between them.
You would sit at the tip of the funnel with feet flat, remove the selenite stopper, take deep breaths, close your eyes, and focus on the healing you need.
I would sit at the wide end putting Reiki into the large Serpentine stone, activating the grid to move the vibratory frequencies of all the various crystals through a long copper staff connecting them in the center of the grid along with several Wilhelm Reich Orgonite devices (two resin pyramids and a small round tab).
(Note: to the right of my hand you see a pyramid sitting on a quartz bowl, and under that bowl is a little box, and in that box is healing dirt I smuggled in my shoes from the grotto of legendary artist and mystic Emma Kunz: https://www.emma-kunz.com/en/grotto-and-reservation/

Many of these crystals were presents from friends and boyfriends over the past 30 plus years.
Some of the collection includes:
Amazonite, Amethyst, Apatite, Apophyllite, Aquamarine, Argonite, Aventurine, Bloodstone, Black Tourmaline, Blue Lace Agate, Carnelian, Celestite, Citrine, Danburite, Fluorite, Garnet, Hematite, Jade, Jasper, Jupiter Quartz, Kyanite, Labradorite, Lapis Lazuli, Lepidolite, Lemurian Quartz, Lithium Quartz, Pyrite, Rose Quartz, Selenite, Serpentine, Shungite, Sodalite, Stibnite, Sunstone, Tigers Eye, Ulexite

Each time I assemble the grid it works the crystals in different ways.
This newest assemblage feels set for healing with the Danburite setting right at the tip to make your own light SHINE!!

It is an honor to be steward to these bones of the Earth for my visit to the planet.
When I leave (not for more than 40 more years as several psychics have told me in the past year that I will live into my 90s) I will be sure that the grid is handed over to someone who will take care of it and use it to help transform and heal inside whatever future lies ahead.

This photo was taken yesterday by my dear old friend and BRILLIANT Poet Frank Sherlock.
This is the tiny 36-second video of the grid on Winter Solstice: http://bit.ly/2ButD88
To making 2018 a year of transformation.
To fully confronting fascism in 2018.
For the very tough battle and the healing we will need during and after.
With Love, Poet CAConrad

PS Emma Kunz came to Philadelphia over a century ago from Zurich in search of a young man who fell in love with her. She was unable to locate him again and returned to Zurich where she soon developed her skills as an artist and healer.  It feels particularly nice to have this grid in Philadelphia once again but with the newly added small bit of her healing dirt.

Monday, December 18, 2017

New POEM up at The Scores...

MANY THANKS to the editors of The Scores!
Click HERE for the poem, "Camisado"

9 Tones In Living

Ritual of 9 days with each day a different tone, from sleepy to sexy.  I have to maintain the tone all day long no matter who I am talking with.  Like car accident tone, "OH MY GOD I HAVE TO BUY THAT APPLE AND EAT IT RIGHT NOW!"  How is the tone making me feel, is it sending me into myself in different ways?  The impact of the tone, how it resonates while writing notes for the poem and finding its way into the text through the tensed and taut sinew of the body.

Monday, July 17, 2017

new (Soma)tic article in The Paris Review

Please click HERE to 
read the article. 
Many thanks to Andrew Ridker. 

Tuesday, June 20, 2017


Every single human being is creative.
If our creativity is an organ we need to start thinking of it as a vital one.
When we commit ourselves to nurturing our artistic capacities we improve our ability to more deeply discern the world around us and make the constructive decisions needed in order to thrive in this world.
When I conduct (Soma)tic workshops, especially in the university setting, there is often at least one student who admits to feeling like they are wasting their time learning poetry or art while the world falls apart.
One of my most important goals is to address this whenever it comes up.
I start by agreeing that our ecosystems are failing under our human comforts and excessive lust for power and money for Things, lots of Things.
Then I make clear just how impactful being creative can be for the future health and happiness of our species and other animals, birds, insects and plants.
When Albert Einstein said, “Imagination is more important than knowledge,” he was asking us to understand how bringing new ideas we create for the world is always more important than stagnating under templates of previous paradigms.
What I have also discovered while teaching (Soma)tic rituals for over a decade is that when people find themselves stuck, no longer able to write, paint, dance, these rituals build a bridge back to that essential, more daring and innovative part of themselves.
It is absolutely necessary, right now, at this very moment, to embrace our creativity.
No matter who you are, having a daily creative practice can expand your ability to better form the important questions we need to be asking ourselves about how to best change the destructive direction we are all headed.
If you used to paint, paint again.
If you used to write poems, start writing again.
The potential magic of this world requires our participation.
I’m not a motivational speaker; I’m a poet. I’m not an optimist; I simply believe in the possibilities of our collective genius.

(This manifesto was printed as a poster for my July, 2017 residency for Poets House in Madison Square Park!! MANY THANKS to Stephen Motika and everyone at Poets House and everyone at the park!! It's an incredible week!!)

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

TV BIRTH PORTAL: Bewitched (Soma)tic Poetry Ritual

For this ritual I looked for a television show that was on the air before and after I was born. The one I chose was Bewitched. The short description for the show is, “A witch (Samantha Stevens) married to an ordinary man (Darrin Stevens) cannot resist using her magic powers to solve the problems her family faces.” I climbed naked into a large plastic bag filled with salt water to watch the episodes prior to my birth on January 1st, 1966.

Ironically the episode that aired immediately after my birth on January 6th, 1966 finds Samantha pregnant. Her annoying husband Darrin does not want her using her magic powers to clean the house and he doesn’t want her lifting heavy objects until the baby is born so he hires a maid. This is the first episode I get to watch outside the plastic bag of warm salted water, REBORN in Bewitched! I hate this television show, although to be fair I hate most of them.

The ONLY character in Bewitched I like is Endora, Samantha’s mother. Endora has NO INTEREST in being told BY ANY MAN that she should give up her magic powers! She is THE ONLY character worth their salt in this tedious, badly written show! I agree with everything she says. After all, if Darrin had the magic powers instead of Samantha do you think he would choose to not use them? Darrin is nothing more than an insecure man who feels emasculated by Samantha’s powers! FUCK DARRIN, he’s a jerk who doesn’t DESERVE Samantha or her divine abilities. Endora should be a role model for us all to NEVER GIVE UP OUR POWER! Power Keepers!

Monday, June 5, 2017

vegan pesto sex (Soma)tic

this poetry ritual involves me growing the basil myself which is now underway and I'm very happy about it LOVING these plants LOVING them in sunlight TAKING THEM with me to the grocery store and having my potted basil sit in the kid's seat of the shopping cart AND I'm happy to be LIVING with this basil for a couple of weeks and THEN when there are enough leaves I'm going to harvest some of them to make pesto I will eat off my boyfriend for 9 nights 9 different landscapes of his beautiful FLESH for 9 poems POETRY CAN BE WHATEVER WE WANT IT TO BE so don't take any shit when they tell you your poems are wrong MY VENGEANCE IS LOVE