Here's another poem.
Essentially, what is cool about human life
is a necessity to choose between two different kinds of life.
And one can describe that choice also
between the world of the fathers and the world of the mother.
And very, very-- when you see a poet, when
you see someone comes to you and begins to read poetry,
you know that you're seeing a man who is essentially
on the side of the mother, using mothers in the wide term
that Jung uses it.
On the side of women, he's a man that's interested in music.
He's interested in inward life.
He's interested in independence.
He's interested in water.
And there are other men who are interested
and obey the world of the fathers.
But these people rarely come to speak to you.
Or if they do, they don't talk about what they believe.
Instead, they talk about numbers.
Or they talk-- give you the size of their income.
And these are men who do what their father tells them to do.
And if he says, cut off your leg and give me to--
give it to me, they'll cut off their leg
and they'll give it to him.
And if he says, be a cashier, they'll be a cashier.
They become a cashier.
And if the father says, go to Vietnam, they go to Vietnam.
And these are the football players of the world.
The jet fighter pilot seems to amass.
And in this poem, I'm going to let one of these men speak.
It's called "A Busy Man Speaks."
It's related to the businessman.
"Well, the businessman speaks.
And he says, not to the mother of solitude
will I give myself away.
Not to the mother of law.
Nor the mother of conversation.
Nor the mother of ought.
Nor the mother of tears.
Nor the mother of the ocean.
Not to the mother of sorrow.
Nor the mother of the downcast face.
Nor the mother of the suffering of death.
Not to the mother of the night full of cricket.
Nor the mother of the open field.
Nor the mother of Christ.
But I will give myself to the father of righteousness,
who is also the father of cheerfulness, who is also
the father of rocks, who is also the father of perfect gesture.
From the Chase National Bank, an arm of flame has come.
And I am drawn to the desert, to the parched places,
through the landscape of zero.
And I shall give myself away to the father of righteousness,
the stones of cheerfulness, the steel of money,
the father of rock."