Sit Massed in Front of the Advancing, yet Quavering mass of Force Allow the inner silence in the midst The power at self’s center The call for justice & democracy Direct Democracy In the midst of the raining teargas They Seize the medical supplies Deliberately attack medics Shoot at people approaching hospitals Unwilling to lay […]
cat
sits and stares at screen jealously irritating sitting on armrest
Give us dirty politicians
Give us dirty politicians – Elizabeth Day for The Guardian I have to say I have been heartily irritated by the puritanical response to Rob Ford’s admission of drug and alcohol use. I don’t live in Toronto, of course, but according to this author the man still has a higher approval rating than the british […]
on todays headlines (navy yard shooter)
“SHOOTER HEARD VOICES”. Not relevant, sorry. Lots of people hear voices. I hear voices sometimes. Maybe it belongs in the article But not in 72-point bold capitals on the front page to headline. It just doesn’t matter. And you’re increasing the interesting stigmas I face on a daily basis. Bastard journalist/ newspaper editor. Asses. (as i […]
A Less-Noticed, More-Influential Reason Writers Write: To Talk
A Less-Noticed, More-Influential Reason Writers Write: To Talk The human desire for conversation often gets left out of the discussion about how the Internet has empowered amateur writers. NOAH BERLATSKYJUN 12 2013, 4:04 PM ET
Poetry Isn’t as Useless as a Lot of Poets Say It Is
Poetry Isn’t as Useless as a Lot of Poets Say It Is A recent speech at Yale inadvertently sums up what’s wrong with the art form these days: Its gatekeepers believe poetry matters because it’s poetry, not because of what it says. NOAH BERLATSKYSEP 12 2013, 7:30 AM ET
Disembodied from Earth
amber sparks imitation / automatic writing – to-edit-2020 initially the ramp went sideways There was no time. We weren’t there. No one was. No one ever had been. Our pieces fell into place but there was nowhere to go. We were lost. Lost without our human bodies. Tearing of faces, tearing of hair except that […]
Midnight
Solitude Finally a brief peace Silence Moonlight Dreams of night, the mind travels Reconnecting to self Darkness Breathe ^*^ calm the waves Sleep The morning brings new knowledge, new deeds Midnight
The poetry of the forest
The poetry of the forest Rains solace on the lonely Their skins have grown thick, though They barely feel it Each individual leaf The pooling waters & streams (if you’re lucky) They speak in many voices Many tongues Many identities
The Scene
The scenewent southunder the weight– of it’s own pretensions Talking sideways over –– the competition –A front in the war of secretsWas openedOr reopened Take pains to never showNo true faces nor true feelings
Lost in Mist 