digress

Some older artifacts (about four years ago). I can see I was groping after something. Did I ever get there? I am not sure. I think I was attempting something interesting.


So.


I can do no more than offer up these pieces to the gnawing criticism of the mouse click

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I digress.

Unfathomable depths.
 This is our children's inheritance.

Or some unidentifiable creature.
        Stations with bare hands.

Sweeter than that of sodomy, practiced passively?
No rational thinking person could be offended.

Coming together we separated.
       I wonder where Why HOW
    Later the sky turned jet black

He had been rusticated the university spraying.
The relentless attack, the never ending suggestion.

The Unending

Builders came across the unending

    Junkies harrased dismal pedestrians
    Flowers cleared his idiotic misconduct
    The dog died
    A lifeless bird
   
    Our underweight universe

        Mechanics stole my petty wife
        Being supported her laughing life

Brutal Dreams

Many
       Must speak of dreams

For is not a factory
Too brutal to dream
 
       Is not being poor
A crime too dreadful ...

To comment
       To commit.

Nowadays raw men and women
Are tools of imagination.

He sat and he stared
Looked at his burns.
   For he is a poor man.

He looked at his hands
They were ragged and torn

No more boom and bust
Now only relentless growth.

He looked at his hands
They were spotted and tanned

Families, neighbourhoods,
Cities and towns,
 
          All stand to profit.

He sat at the table
Green drab lunchroom
And looked at his hands.

           Let all come forth and bloom.
               His favoured animal.

Murdoch

Rupert Moloch - the arch plutocrat (pluto the greek god of wealth and death) gave a speech about the future of australia . saying how we do not spend enough of education, and have a too restrictive immigration policy (!!!) and we are not doing enough to fight global warming. (give the planet a break he suggests).

the only thing i could say is just fuck off back to the USA and tell your minions at FOX news to rhapsodize more about how much they love george bush, and babble on about how global warming is not man made. this man has huge power to sway opinion, but all he can do is slavishly (like a crack head junkie) follow his greed, supporting the lovers of death and the perverters of language. i am sure dante is organising a special little rat hole for him in hades.

this would have better said 2, 5, 10 years ago when coward was in office and maybe it would have helped changed things. to talk of immigration and global warming now with rudd in charge is disingenuous at best, and stinks of little more than mischief making by one of the old farts who is fact more a part of the problem than the solution.

hollow weenie

Went to the Front Cafe for the last friday in every month poetry reading. there is a reading the last friday of every month at the cafe orgainsed (and he does not get enough credit for it) by uber poetry nerd julian this is always (well almost always) a nice gig, not too crowded, not to sparse. this month was themed of halloween, which was not really a surprise, as it was on october 31 (which is also my youngest girl's birthday - she turned two - very cute bundle of emotion).

There was an exhibit by a painter in the gallery space, but i was not very moved by his work, so let us get on to the poetry. the night was won by a young woman named Liz Beaton, who wrote a rhyming poem (only finished on the night) about falling asleep and rip van winkle wise waking up in the future. in this case only a few years into the future, but one in which the right wing had gained power again (which of course assumes the ALP is to the left) and things were not very good. Seung Baek came in second and Hadley third (which in fact surprised me, as both of them seemed flat compared to their usual efforts.)

My winner was a woman named Jen (sorry did not get her last name) with a very beautiful poem which she described as a "gothic rhapsody" she had a lovely phrasing, and a slow power not often seen in the hurly burly of the slam format. speaking with the winner liz, we both agreed that her poem was one of the few that evening that it would be good to read.

i also enjoyed the reading of anthony (who has just handed in his thesis), as he held up his poems in such a way that a photo copy of his face, on the back of the page, covered his real face. it was an effective conceit. i would have taken better notes , but alas i gave my pencil to one of the judges, so could not take notes.

hmm maybe i should bring a camera.

One Day

Reading the papers monitoring the media and i came up with this. maybe the moral is to not read the papers :-)

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It's been a hards days genocide
    Maybe from years ago - over 100 know
        When King Leopoldly tort 'em how to cut off
        Their hands and this was used for payment
        Proof that the work work was dun

Ancient MacEdon grace farme yeard 'ouse
    6K yearn olden thyme
    Fity ate quare metres
    Long fore Mégas Aléxandros stud ant of 
        The Philo Sofia
    So Lucian called it 'now insignificant'
        (But dis was somefing like 5C yearum ladder)

Panikd celling on the bourse
    Flesh of the Purse
Murder on the big board Corn
    Hide of the  Purse

And the Aethiopian executes the ones
    That trumpet war, rise up the young mens 
    Blood and sow set arm against arm
        Those who propagandissse form warm
        Those who make war seem rational
            Natural 

Those who woulda - if they were able

      (Not too old or  
                   like sum naught to high)

TO FIGHT & TO KILL

At West Point - betrayed now (AT LEAST) twice
Ready to strike at a moment's notice 
In any dark corner of the world

    The UN Charter tells us not even to threaten war
Not even to threaten 

        Refrain
            From the threat 
                   OR 
        Use of force

Toofor

The City On The Hill

Watching the US elections with interest. But i am amused by the left in America wanting to take back the country - to make it what it once was. And what was that? And when...

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When was that time? When was the City on the Hill?
In 1619? When African slaves first landed on those shores?
When, during the over three hundred years after that time?
What of the City on the Hill?

Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

What of the Trail of Tears - what City on the Hill?
Burnt beaten raped - their lands taken from them.
Diseases accidental or intentional introduced.
Planned - the systematic destruction of wild buffalo
A plan - a table full of men had to agree had to decide
This is how we can deal with these savages - starve them
Kill them - Kill the buffalo - no more to eat - no more...
Gone from the lands that had been known for generations.

Seventy Five armed interventions since World War Two
When was this City on the Hill? - When the Asians
Were legislated against, to deny immigration,
While the African was brought in chains,
And uncountable Europeans promised untold riches
Given only grinding poverty and rotten.

When was this City on the Hill? When was this time?
This Arcadia? What of this so called left - liberals
Who despair "what has happened to my country?"
My question is simply - when?
When was this City on the Hill?