by Connor Kelly
Connor Kelly is an opinionated young musician and poet from Derry but currently testing out his dictionary and thesaurus on the streets of Belfast and beyond. He has insomnia and enjoys boys and coffee, but not in that order.
Footnote To Revelations (Part I)
Can you hear it?
The beat is changing.
Can’t you hear it?
Clear your mind and tune in.
Listen to the beat.
The gradient is steepening.
The great acceleration has begun.
Listen to the beat.
What was once a mundane unchanging rhythm, low vibration dischord appearing invincible, ongoing, to the end of time, is now beginning to transform. The beat in our hearts, the beat of time, the beat of understanding, the beat of logic and reason and love.
Listen and you will hear.
Listen and you will feel.
Feel the beat vibrate through every fibre and atom and quark that makes you.
Listen hard and listen deep.
We have spent too long hearing but not understanding, seeing without focus, speaking without acting. We have spent far too long in our blue television worlds replicating the nonsense on screen in our own lives. We have spent far too long sleeping.
I sit in my little room every night hunched over a laptop in a coffee driven Al Jazeera binge. And every night I see dead children.
I see mutilated children. I see children with their limbs blown off. I see children choking and starving. I see children with pieces of hot burning phosphorus lodged in their torso, still alive, screaming while their lungs burn and a doctor cuts open a smoking chest in a last attempt to rescue this Palestinian baby.
I see chunks of ice the size of countries disappear and to be honest I couldn’t give a damn about the fucking polar bears. I’m more worried about the 160 million people squashed into flood planed Bangladesh.
I see so called leaders bath in the blood of my brothers and sisters. Untouchable as the Gods. Glutinous tyrants, laughing from their towers at the idiot masses below. I see them prostrated in front of gold idols, in front of glass temples, in front of the one true beast, Profit.
But I know that they can’t hear the beat. They are blind and deaf and dumb and cannot see the fate that awaits them. They do not know the covenant is broken.
You have heard that it was said, “If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also.”
You have heard that it was said, “Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.”
You have heard that it was said, “If someone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well.”
But I say unto you now, The Covenant is Broken!