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See Facebook live video 6/24/17 of Janet Kuypers reading her poem Utopia Never Happened (written on the theme “this never happened” for Poetry Aloud, that she couldn’t attend).
video See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers in her 7/1/17 poetry show “Our Cultural Independence and Achieving Global Freedom” in Austin (Lumix), with her poems “fader, his mädchen and the Führer”, “of independence or freedom”, “Xerostomia”, and “Utopia never happened” (with background music from Janet’s electric bass and bow, then the HA!Man of South Africa).
video See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers in her 7/1/17 poetry show “Our Cultural Independence and Achieving Global Freedom” in Austin (Sony), with her poems “fader, his mädchen and the Führer”, “of independence or freedom”, “Xerostomia”, and “Utopia never happened” (with background music from Janet’s electric bass and bow, then the HA!Man of South Africa).
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See YouTube video from 7/8/17 of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “Military Intelligence, “Big Hair and Fire Don’t Mix” and “Utopia Never Happened” in the “Poetry Aloud” open mic at the Georgetown Public Library (L).
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See YouTube video from 7/8/17 of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “Military Intelligence, “Big Hair and Fire Don’t Mix” and “Utopia Never Happened” in the “Poetry Aloud” open mic at the Georgetown Public Library (S).
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See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “Death” and “Signs of the Times” (2 poems read for the future Oeuvre audio CD release) and “Utopia Never Happened” at Austin’s Recycled Reads 7/15/17 (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix camera).
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See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “Death” and “Signs of the Times” (2 poems read for the future Oeuvre audio CD release) and “Utopia Never Happened” at Austin’s Recycled Reads 7/15/17 (this video was filmed from a Sony camera).
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See YouTube video 12/16/17 of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “open flame for the celebration”, “Every Soul Celebrates”, “Evolving, Connecting and Confounding”, and “Utopia Never Happened” from her book “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 show poems” @ the AIPF booth during the Awesmic City Expo (filmed w/ a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera).
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See YouTube video 12/16/17 of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “open flame for the celebration”, “Every Soul Celebrates”, “Evolving, Connecting and Confounding”, and “Utopia Never Happened” from her book “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 show poems” @ the AIPF booth during the Awesmic City Expo (filmed w/ a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera).
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See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers at her 2/7/18 “Community Poetry @ Half Price Books” Austin feature reading, reading her haiku “don’t” and her “Our Cultural Independence and Achieving Global Freedom” poems “Xerostomia” & “Utopia Never Happened” from the cc&d 2/18 book “Question Everything” to people live (Lumix T56 camera).
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See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers at her 2/7/18 “Community Poetry @ Half Price Books” Austin feature reading, reading her haiku “don’t” and her “Our Cultural Independence and Achieving Global Freedom” poems “Xerostomia” & “Utopia Never Happened” from the cc&d 2/18 book “Question Everything” to people live (Lumix 2500 camera).


Utopia never happened

Janet Kuypers
6/11/17

The last thing I remembered
was making the left-hand turn
at the car intersection
in the middle of nowhere.
There was no one for miles,
but I suddenly saw
the oncoming car
careening straight toward me.
All I could do
was slam on my brakes
and brace for impact.

But I woke in a strange bed
and I could hear health monitors.
I think I was in a hospital room,
but I had no idea where I was.

I was mortified.

I rubbed my temple,
I felt okay, maybe bruised,
so I didn’t know why I was here.
And the last thing I wanted
was doctors I didn’t know
telling me I couldn’t leave
and leaving me trapped
like a prisoner.

I’ve been trapped like this before,
I know this feeling all to well.
I just wanted to be free —
I worked all my life
to gain my independence,
to stand up for myself,
to do what was right —
and there was no way
I wanted to be placed
in a straight jacket
and trapped in a hospital again.

I was better than this.
I had to be.

I rubbed my temple
as I carefully walked
toward the closed door,
until the door opened;
a man saw me and smiled.
“I’m glad to see you’re doing well,”
he said, smiling,
and as I felt my blood begin to boil
I asked, “Where am I?”
And he could tell from my tone
that I shouldn’t be reckoned with,
so he laid it all out for me.

“You got away from other people with your car.
Then you were knocked out from the crash.
The driver from the other car
didn’t make it, so we flew you here.
You see, we’ve watched your work,
you’ve got a lot of talent,
and we’ve seen you fight
every step of the way
when you’ve tried to accomplish your goals.
I think you understand
how unfair the government can be,
and we know you understand
how those with the government’s mentality
will use any tactic other than reason
to stop you as well.
So we though we could
save you from that,
where you could work with your mind
and be respected again.”

I just stared at him,
but I think he saw
the look in my eyes
turn from an indicting stare
to an incredulous gaze
before I looked away in disbelief.

“I can tell you aren’t interested.
But others like you
around the world
got fed up
with fighting a system
they couldn’t beat.”

I had to stop him.
“Where am I?”

My tone was almost threatening.

“We flew you to an island
that no radar can detect,
because here you can work,
and you won’t be stopped.”

“I was able to work before,” I answered.

“And how many hoops
did you have to jump through
to do it?” he answered,
which stopped me enough
to think about all I fought
in my life, and it was usually
all to no good.

“We’ve seen your work,”
he started to say,
now more relaxed than before.
“And because of that,
we started an account for you,
for all the good you’ve done
and never been paid for before.
You can stay here with us,
with other minds open
and eager to listen.”

I stared for a moment,
knowing I was taken here,
but wondering if there was
any truth to what he was saying.

“And maybe once you see
people here, maybe you’ll see
everyone here is worthy of respect.”

He waited for me to interject.

I thought about
the goals I accomplished.
Then I thought about
how I had to fight
to get anything done.

I didn’t interject.

“You can stay here as my guest,
but I think you’ll look forward
to being here on your own.
You’ll be able to work
at what you need to do,
and you will be paid
fairly for your work.”

He paused again.
“But you need rest.
Please, sleep,
and we’ll talk
in the morning.”
And with that
he left the room.

I slowly sat down on the bed again.
In a way, it sounded like a dream come true,
being free from the suppressing forces,
having true independence to live
the way I was meant to.

I rubbed my temple again
as I lay down in bed.
I was brought here against my will,
but wait a minute,
this could be an intellectual utopia.
All I could think
was that this could be my chance
to live with others from around the world
that came to this one sacred place
where our independent wills
actually brought us all together
to be smarter,
stronger,
and more free.

I closed my eyes.

I don’t know how long
my eyes were closed,
but when I opened my eyes
I was in my own bed,
with my fingers
still at my temple.

I knew this couldn’t be a dream.
But here I am.
And after I’m sure
I heard this man’s words,
I don’t want to believe
that this respect,
this freedom,
this independence,
this utopia,
I can’t believe
that all of this,
that
this      never      happened.
I want to believe
that this respect,
this freedom,
this independence —
that this utopia
is just waiting
for me to find it.


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