Anal textuality

 

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 Scree       (Part 2)

 

 

Message from agent Bubo

 

Like some beautiful marble face encased by muck
history can also be favourably cleansed, dear friends!

(While, with the excellent results of God’s mysterious love
our opponents shall appear deservedly languishing in slime.)

Let us promote an end to psychic hierarchy and unpleasantness.

What joy!

 

Indeed, we should find life energy-possessed.

Yet certain people still write about “infinite exhaustion”.

Alas! The toxic union which links sensitivity and depression has even engendered a reluctance to breed (producing more suffering).

Yes! Philosophical infections persist.
Among victims, doubt knots its unsettling intimations through their very bowels:
insidious as a tapeworm!

Thus, noticing how things decay (becoming fodder for plants, plus tiny repulsive organisms), these types dwell anxiously upon death.
Because they are without faith in soul’s renewal:
when signs release transcendent meaning.
Undestroyed by halted blood.

 

Rest assured, all your activities have a function.
Remember that discussing fallibility could form another nexus for weakness
or anal textuality.

If stressed, simply contact a nearby security centre, using the code, “Twinkle, twinkle, little star”.

 

Always remain confident over our collective power.
Repeat its positive mottos.

Just ignore any diabolic shapes
briefly sensed pulsing

in darkness.

 

 

 


 

 

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Mottos ? Oh yeah,

“From each according to his stupidity.
To each according to his greed.”

Ha ha!

 

Until next time,

Limbo dancer.

 

 


 

(1972)

 


 

(This is part 2 of “Scree”, which I wrote at age 16.

Though basically prose, a few poetic elements crept in.

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Posturing

 

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  Lostness    (103)

 

 

It hurt: admitting deep belief
got built upon
some shifting sands
that proved unstable.

But many things were learnt before
skilled reasoning was primed.

 

Illusions may be preferable
compared with harsher truths.

I wondered:
had kind ancestors
less chance of spreading traits
in ancient days when strangers
carried spears or axes?

 

Even now, on darkened streets
if lacking ways to guess
at inner natures
stereotypes alert survival
biased judgements happen fast.

Those who act beyond the norm
surprise more careful minds.

Hostility might swiftly flare
from standing in supposed reproach
to other’s sensed esteem.

 

 

Resentment
being simply stirred
finds politicians seeking votes
by posturing as punishers
for group morality.

Lauding money-saving cuts
they channel latent spite against
the unfit and the sick.

 

Such tactics sparking parody, I wrote:

“Behold!
A righteous call is heard to
“rise up from thy bed
and work.”
Declaring thousands newly well
in single pen-signed
miracles.

Once doubters then spoke cautiously
predicting public backlash
voices countered any qualms
upbraiding:
“Oh, you faint hearts
trust the masses side with us!
These broken ones are quietly despised.
Expect responses satisfied, at
watching shirkers stressed.”

 

So all softness became scorned
replaced by mirth
imagining
the lowly get chastised.”

 

 

Wealth had gentler treatment, though

on seeing how
our state
controls
its rich with
dangled “carrots”

 

while the poor
receive the
stick.

 

 

 

(2011)

 


 

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Zombie or vampire?

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Lostness   (98)

 

 

People often resent what they’re forced to do
so why should the poor love work?

 

Some call on social transformation
yet revolutions rarely
end oppression: merely change oppressors.

Now globalists prefer consumers rootless
differences defanged
as just diverse.
Nothing prompting dying for
or fighting.
Culture in vast fashion statements
varied clothes plus wide food choice.

Once traditions have been undercut
those mourning them may get disdained.

Perhaps reports
on communism’s death
were slightly overdone
since it also served by propping up
our bloated capital?

Old antagonists continue
toxic codependency: where
thesis and antithesis promote
stasis before synthesis.

Still certain rebels find their
opposition shuns contentment.
Dissidence becomes life’s purpose
intolerant at long set ways
and furious for progress.

 

Violence forms a spectacle
while serenity does not.
Hence millions scan the broadcast news
or enjoy combat games.

 

Recently my onscreen view showed
rioters busy looting shops
they dragged away new psychic bonds
as extra TV sets.

Clutching shiny product’s flesh with
addict’s raging neediness.

(Resembling films:
when zombies rush
in mobs
like savage proles
compared to smarter vampire
aristocrats.)

 

Then noticing
alone
among the glass-strewn streets:

a single bookstore
stayed untouched

and only there
might one feel
tempted…

(wisdom’s value transcends cash)

…but

though
peace of mind
could be worth stealing

I doubt
it would
result

from
theft.

 

 

 

(2011)

 


 

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Kinder conquest

 

 

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Lostness   (93)

 

 

While hate, in others, looks extreme
we often see good reason for our own.

 

Vice is too rewarding
to be entirely left behind.

Hence anger could well clasp offence
as focus of an inner stress.

Scant evidence which vindicates
can bring a short relief.

 

Yet, should want
plus sensed entitlement
become deserving rights
these soon inflame
at nagging faults
with sad reality.

Heaping more frustrations over
still fermenting rage.

 

Suffering need not make us nicer.
Victims might grow merciless in
victory, when pride demands
great recompense.

 

Once armed
a doctrine gains
self-serving force.
Where bias blinds
less crimes seem unforgivable
if targeting
correct disfavoured groups.

Vengeful movements used to work
at hiding guilty secrets
newer versions, missing shame
show pictures
post event.

 

After harmful acting out
an understanding may be sought
and so one hears excuses sound
in softer hearts
like codependent abusees
appease bad-tempered bullying
holding back from bolder speech
they tiptoe round to keep
a peace that rarely lasts
for long.

 

Later
conflict starts again.

Best maintain patience, anyway

just hoping, somehow
kindness, caring,
empathy

will spread worldwide

and conquer all.

 

Admittedly
it’s hard to find

an empire won
by love.

 

 

 

 

(2010)

 


 

 

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Led astray

 

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Lostness   (86)

 

Like a youth resenting parents

certain rebels have turned harshly
on their origins.

Favouring antagonists
now sided with

escaping blame
since always
viewed as right.

 

Once doubts get impermissible
any power shuns restraint

finding evidence superfluous
for criteria of faith.

Over doctrines claimed infallible
humility’s soon lost

how are groups less confident
defended from such force?

Can shrinking introspection halt
those lusting to expand?

 

Intellect may not be fitter
at survival
seeing reason create
nihilists
human future could belong
among the dullards.

 

Do people rise to fight
for simple questioning?

 

Perhaps thought
leaves mainly hunger
in the place where falsehood
serves its sweeter stories.

 

While suffering still mocks us
through comparisons

deeming strangers greater

so we listen
thirsty
for the tales they tell.

 

Some are even led astray
by fools or rogues
who might be cheered
watching others
act as badly
as themselves.

 

 

Without a better answer
for life’s problems

we shall cede
continued triumphs

to the lie.

 

 

 

 

(2006)

 


 

 

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Gratifying paranoia

 

 

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Lostness   (84)

 

 

 Upset at an injustice

we can feel let down by life

and overwhelmed
decide
primal unfairness thus
extends
across from illness
on to death.

 

Sometimes great dejection
unrelieved
grown toxic
drives a pen
exhaling word-fumes
as its vent.

 

But still ideas recur
of better ways
and systems

Views that provoke taking sides.

So wanting all might share
in these fond dreams
may soon produce the wish
for countering dissent.

Such tendencies have often led
toward coercion:

Force made bold
since lacking guilt
perhaps outlaws offence

itself offensive to
old freedoms
won through cost

existing safer knowing
who despised us
rather than
instead
kept hid by silence
out of fear.

 

While rights attained
could work as weapons
pitting groups against
their rivals.

Or awareness
believed raised
seem gratified
embracing paranoia
with its certainty.

 

Observing euphemisms form
diverse in latent tension
sees a shift away from conflict
about honour

basing renewed status
on complaint.

 

When well-fed grievance
thrives

competitive
in victim styles

some innocents are shocked
at finding hatred
among places where
they once had hoped
or played

expectant

eager

to be liked.

 

 

 

(2004)

 

 


 

 

 

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