So They Say: the spasticity of time and the meaninglessness of everything

A Digestion of Slaughterhouse Five

Listen, they have lost their time.

It is as useful to write an anti-glacier novel as it is to write an anti-war novel. Without wars there would be less art. Less art is less humanity and less progress in the sphere of the humane. And more war. Their art is not possible without a dance with death.

So they say.

Their truth is discovered among the dead. They have no other truth. The only use of their wars, and lives, is death. They are afraid. Their war is an art form of history, to be studied leisurely in warm rooms with loosened ties and full stomachs.  Their truth is dead.

So they say. Continue reading

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A Smooth Beginning

It’s in the liver he says. I shiver, or is it quiver? when I think of it sitting there, ticking, an unheard black clock. Bare. I feel some sort of stare in the end of my fingers. In my nails. The eyes of time make me fidget. If I had a tail it would be between my legs. That’s a given. The unknowable is now known. But not forgiven. I have a date of departure. The waiting is over, I am a futureless feature. I am a dying creature. How time has slowed down now. Every moment is as infinite as I like it to be. Continue reading

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From here to there

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Envelopment

Envelopment

Hands are tied to time a threat
let it in or in it let
Make believe is what is seen
undo the leaves of what I’ve been
Box of shadows and future tense
hands a furniture face a fence
Out and in same sides I doubt
the measured feels no voice to shout
Alone to rise and bones to fall
nothingness holds a lonesome call
Heart unfolded fate and colour, I my universe my only lover
Head of felt sees sight of sins
knees of knelt no saviour brings
King of skin of bloody groan
I a breathing of mean unknown
The line of life a straightened cross
just as judged I am nothing lost
The atom might of lighted eyes
hears cloud of cries and cradle lies
All I done I done in good stead
all I lived I lived without dread
Nothing today of tomorrow be part
nothing said can save my depart.

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Poem for a man who lost his son in the Iraq war

The love of my life

The world has stopped turning
The clocks have gone mad
The buses won’t stop
And the planes won’t land.

He was the love of my life
He was the apple of my core
He was the sun of my light
And today he is no more

My heart, my kidney
My little boy son
The world has not stopped
But he has impossibly gone

 

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Death by Williams Carlos Williams (+ doodle)

I love the the first line of this poem, and have done since I was 18. Dog, death and potatoes. A lovely mixture.

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An old favourite poem by Dylan Thomas

The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives the Flower

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