My task is to cut up the ocean,
into slices of fluid beauty
and arrange the pieces,
to construct a portrait of what I mean.
The erase button on Nature's programme
The erase button on Nature's programme
has been hit,
and ecologists scrabble to save
what creatures they can.
The Divinity of God's children
The Divinity of God's children
has been spliced, twisted and perverted
in a swash of chat-room trivia
and hardcore pornography.
Booksellers tear up the Amazon
Booksellers tear up the Amazon
and McDonald's arches frame the world.
Arctic ice melts to reveal
Arctic ice melts to reveal
more oil-fields for companies to exploit.
Teenagers of the affluent
Teenagers of the affluent
starve themselves to death
in a narcissistic mirroring
of Third World poverty.
People dance to a happy beat,
People dance to a happy beat,
furiously intoning the mantra -
'it's all going to be alright'.
Developers push against
the will of indigenous peoples and protesters
for the forests, plains and rivers of the Earth - lungs choked and decimated
by the smoke of industry.
There's a battle going on
between simplicity and complexity -
between regression and evolution -
the angels of extremity
thrash into one another.
People dig their heels in,
People dig their heels in,
the reality knocking on their door
is too much of a stranger -
too fluid, too risky, too free.
Controllers try to assuage their anxiety
Controllers try to assuage their anxiety
by building prisons of thought and behaviour
to protect citizens from
the freedom of existence.
Mystic madmen are left in asylums,
staring at the infinite surface patterns
of their skin.
Feminists desperately try to reinvent the position of women in society,
Feminists desperately try to reinvent the position of women in society,
and at one pole of experience,
pole-dancers cavort pulling against
the other end of the spectrum where,
shrouded in burqas,
femininity is kept under wraps.
And the beautiful people attempt to track down some fair-trade, organic cocaine.
The techni-colour fizz of TV keeps our minds focused on a high-definition of sanity,
And the beautiful people attempt to track down some fair-trade, organic cocaine.
The techni-colour fizz of TV keeps our minds focused on a high-definition of sanity,
prescribed by the media of our times.
If too many cooks spoil the broth,
then what's going on on our screens?
The bankers could be
The bankers could be
Nietzsche's prophesied Supermen -
beyond human, beyond morality,
walking the tightrope of finance.
And our fragile economy
hangs precariously in the balance.
All the petty ideologues
All the petty ideologues
squabble to be heard in the crowd.
A million factions and distorted opinions
have their three minutes of fame on Youtube.
The American Dream came true
The American Dream came true
for us in the West - hallelujah -
and like all good spins,
it's a two-sided coin,
with ecological disaster
and poverty on the other face.
Revolution flares up
Revolution flares up
in a domino effect across the world,
tagged freedom fighters,
protesters or pure criminality,
depending on the perspective
of the commentator
and the tone of the uprisings.
And a lone runner heads off into the distance, but nobody knows what he is running away from - perhaps it is us!
Does a crack baby's scream make a noise,
if there is no-one in the Council flat to hear it?
If you can bear the danger,
If you can bear the danger,
talk to a stranger or look at the sun,
because we are all one.
Amnesia is the condition that keeps
Amnesia is the condition that keeps
the mass turning the wheel.
Those who imagine a Day of Judgment
Those who imagine a Day of Judgment
should bear in mind that
the animals will be part of the jury.
Perspectives collide and their fusions
Perspectives collide and their fusions
give birth to new forms of thought.
The monkey at the typewriter
The monkey at the typewriter
has given up the task,
since postmodernism has taken over the incessant, potluck generation of random prose.
The taut elegance of formal language
The taut elegance of formal language
is being massaged, seduced and raped by renegade poets, rap-artists and generation text.
Art is being bent, bleached, burst open -
the bloody carcass of tradition
has had its guts spilt
and only those with courage proceed.
Tapping at our door,
Tapping at our door,
psychic phenomena
and creatures from other dimensions
pop into sight in dreams,
comic books and hallucinations,
reminding us of unseen realms,
excluded from contemporary vision.
The race to Mars has been postponed,
The race to Mars has been postponed,
whilst we negotiate whether
life on this planet will endure.
Politics has been squashed,
Politics has been squashed,
compressed and packed into darts of spin - tipped with a poison combining
promise, ambiguity and lies,
in an unconvincing yet compulsive mix.
The Earth shakes,
The Earth shakes,
because that is what the Earth has to do,
to keep itself vibrant,
and all those cultures
that have built upon its joints,
see their buildings fall.
Our closest friends are our wits,
Our closest friends are our wits,
which need to be exercised,
to be kept alive.
People, often with the best of intentions, sometimes with much worse,
can pull the wool over our eyes.
In a cyclone,
In a cyclone,
the safest place is the epi-centre,
the still-point around which
the illusion turns.
Forgetfulness may be an agent of grace,
Forgetfulness may be an agent of grace,
but memories are also doorways
to wider perceptions,
which the grey agenda
has tried to shut down.
Pressure forces us to reply
Pressure forces us to reply
to the ongoing question of our lives -
'What is it, exactly, that you want?
Where are your allegiances?'
And in the alchemical laboratory of emotion,
And in the alchemical laboratory of emotion,
the transformations of love, stress and pain -
a new creature is being formed -
whose blueprint lies in your dreams.
Things must be turned upside down,
Things must be turned upside down,
if we are to awaken to life.
Only through rebirth,
Only through rebirth,
can the lies that have taken up residence
be dissolved.
Now we can see
Now we can see
the roots of life are in the sky,
and Nature is a mirror
of our psychic landscape.
The poetry of the universe
The poetry of the universe
is being made visible,
and her children are
setting themselves free.
NB. Another person on the poetry scene, a while back called me 'a cultural conservative'. This comment makes most sense if you know the person (AVG), though reading this poem, I can see that strain of thought in my writing. However, although there are some lines which betray a scepticism about some elements of youth culture (which I hold to - for example, poor use of language in some cases), there are also here acknowledgements and celebrations of creativity - of artistic and psychological nature. What is true is that I am not slavish to popular culture and tend to carefully select what I enjoy, approve of, what is most useful and what is most potent.
NB. Another person on the poetry scene, a while back called me 'a cultural conservative'. This comment makes most sense if you know the person (AVG), though reading this poem, I can see that strain of thought in my writing. However, although there are some lines which betray a scepticism about some elements of youth culture (which I hold to - for example, poor use of language in some cases), there are also here acknowledgements and celebrations of creativity - of artistic and psychological nature. What is true is that I am not slavish to popular culture and tend to carefully select what I enjoy, approve of, what is most useful and what is most potent.
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ReplyDeleteHey - thanks for the feedback! Did I meet you in London the other night?
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