Mistaken
Identity (2004)
By
John Tischer (Mexico/USA)
My
parents mistook me for someone
and
gave me a name.
That
confused me for a long time.
I
never had the heart to tell them
I
wasn’t who they thought I was.
At
least, I was smart enough
not
to pretend I was that person,
not
that I ever found out
who
I was.
Courtesy
of the poet
Experienced
Identity
By
Raymond Walden
My
parents already were mistaken by their parents
who
were mistaken by their contemporary society
as
we all will be mistaken right now and in future.
So
my name is of less importance,
but
once named in this way by my parents' pleasure
I
like it to be identified undoubtedly by my name.
But
who am I? Do I know?
Yes,
I also had to pretend ever and ever again
to
avoid personal disadvantage and even punishment.
But
since my younger lifetime I have always been debunking
superstition,
esoterism and religion as well as political betraying.
So,
in some respect, I know who I am.
And
so I created the Cosmonomic Manifesto
which
is my stand point in this world, in this mankind.
And
I feel strong enough for this confession.
Nevertheless,
this is also for sure:
As
a human I am not free from error.
Because
of being a human,
I
am ready to correct my errors, if they are proven to be such ones.
Yes,
I have, to some extent, found out
who
I was earlier and who I am now.
And
this is a rather satisfying experience!
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