Poet: Data, Climate Change, the West, and the Islamic World
Dr. William Kaya Erbil
I make money any way I can to finish a book of poetry on climate change, the West, and the Islamic World. Been working on this book for eight years. Features a raw and gritty personal story of mental illness. The book explores themes around religion, and tries to place a framework around the current War on Terror/global Islamic fundamentalist jihad. Relates technology and weapons of war to their basic scientific origin, digging deeper to find their mythological sources. Ending with a 500 year time travel journey to illuminate the public on the Islamic origin of Copernicus’s discovery, Arabic language semantics are explored to ask why the West gained a 500 year dominance. Back to 2017, faced with the existential dilemma of climate changed induced geopolitical apocalypse I will compare Islamic finance to Western capitalism and prove it to be superior as a framework for modern ecological economic. All these poems point back to the fight between Ishmael and Isaac. They both will realize that perhaps Ruth or Mary were the ones we should have written more about…
Christ’s Consciousness (left) with a man with in lamentation (right). I see in the man at the right of the image a sullen face, a Roman Consciousness doing the best he can to feed his family in a time in America where it is getting harder and harder to earn a fair wage. They were brought together by the Cross of a Power Shovel at the Dakota Access Pipeline Protection Action. It is my sincere prayer to write and interpret what is going on in events like this through art and science. I am very included to go towards abstract art for this to avoid direct confrontation with raw emotions and thoughts of people. It is best to be veiled in this work and work with very primal colors, sounds, movements, and concepts. Love can be white hot, or ice cold. It can be flowing as the river in fall, or as subtle as the chickadee chirping the new life of spring. Love is all these things, the four directions of the Medicine Wheel. It is a deep prayer of mine that the four colors of humanity (red, white, yellow, and black) can come together in peace around water to resolve the trauma of the high speed nature of our current age. Lets come together and relax in peace as we work in the ways that God has assigned to us.
I wrote this post with some photos from Berkeley and my application essays for the ashram work study. Here is a word cloud from my poem book I just published. It shows that I am trying to do the best I can to release my old anger and trying to move to a slower pace of life so I can be at inner peace. Peace in my own heart, peace in the world.
I wanted to share them with you. I asked and was granted forgiveness by my graduate advisers at Berkeley. Both Michael Marletta and David Wemmer. We talked for about an hour each, hugged, and made peace. I had come to an understanding in these past seven years about the sources of what happened that caused the deep anger and psychic break.
Writing this poetry book, along with seminary (Princeton Theological Seminary), working with oppressed populations (refugees, African-Americans, and Native Americans), and several postdocs at a mixture of places (MIT, Emory, Harvard, and University of Minnesota) the past seven were the first step towards being happy working in simple work. I worked for three months at a Greek grocery store named Bill’s Imported Foods. I am going to continue this path of simple work for a while in the ashram. I learned I love simple work like washing dishes, serving food, stocking shelves, carrying things, working with customers, talking to people, and smiling while serving food that is from my culture. I started this blog in Minneapolis at the time.
Daedalus was the father of Icarus in Greek mythology. While Icarus always tried to push the limits of life, Daedalus was wise and kept to within the lines. However, he was still innovative and creative. This is the new way I want to be. No more Icarus, I want to be Daedalus. I do not want to fly near the sun anymore, as I do not want to fly near black holes.
My dream right now is to be like water, smooth and peaceful. The moment I am writing this blog post is a nice day. The sun is out and the weather is warm. I just meditated, sang kirtan, prayed, and did asanas in a class at the ashram. I feel good in this path. Today is the first day I am really at peace here in the yoga farm. I am going to go eat now, but I wanted to share with you these thoughts in this blog post.
I am going to go through my cloths today and try to find just what I need and put the rest in the Free Bin for the ashram. It is my hope to find some clean cloths to wear that fit me, as I have lost weight recently due to making peace with my heart and mind.
Love in God,