PING
bats is
cats
gone
AWOL
cats
is bats
less
upside-
down
cats with
devil wings
even more in need
of holy St Bernard
canine salvation
sacrificing
grace and poise
for
stealth
avionics
and
hi-tec ping
20 Wednesday Dec 2023
26 Thursday Oct 2023
SO TO SPEAK
my cats laugh at me when
I pull Dawkins out on them
(out of the
hat, so to speak)
assure me
that being a cat does not feel like being
just a cog in the biological supreme machine
that there is nothing
remotely dignified, still less
superhero in being reduced to that
it not having escaped them
the extent to which their whims
and their wiles have
suffused human culture
and the degree to which
our jury on their species
is — even after a couple of thousand years
still solidly out
and they wonder from time to time
about their great contribution to Copenhagen theory
with the cat in the poison box
neither dead
nor alive
neither in
nor out
though they themselves are pretty solidly of the belief
in the contrary position, that
reality branches, that we are
all in
a multiverse
where the possibility that another version of myself
less wise in disposition, less clever in choice,
has condemned other myself to
that sad life of incompleteness
and abject loneliness
beyond all comprehension
horribly intolerable
without
such cats
as my friends. So to speak.
25 Monday Sep 2023
HIM
cat
human
connection:
jury still
out
on this one
and talking of this species
my two
are currently
cavorting with him
in the tall, tall grass
right next
to my house
decimating the rats
and the mice
instituting their
own rodent genocide
have already
become little legends
with the neighbors
that me
do surround
the Sun getting high now, so
they should be
saying their goodbyes to him
returning home to sleep
in some cozy place, but mostly at
my feet on the left side of the bed
not quite like
the sleep dreamt by Mr Hughes
in his poem
about the hawk
no nothing so crude, purely Darwinian,
mechanical,
biological metaphor for
fascism in
any size, shape or poetically laureate form
(as my cats might say)
if we translate from the tapestry
of their rich body language:
“no way
are we just mechanical, do we
think or move or
react to anything mechanically?
except perhaps when
homing in on mouse,
about to pounce for the kill”.
***
it’s midnight
they are outside, with him,
have been out now for hours
amazing how they agitate
for this, have agitated for this,
as if it is
their basic right
I imagine
someday meeting him, their
bringing him home with them,
him
checking out my books
perusing all the literature
producing a dry smile
to match the wildness
with which
he is synonymous, for which he was worshipped
against which I am sure
I must have wrote and warned
in another life
I wander out into the night
really, hypothetically,
in my possessed
state of mind
what would constitute the difference?
and there they are, those little eyes
burning as if
they were
straight from the kiddy version
of Blake’s poem
I miss
that soft-toy, purring, rubbing up
against me
fear he is taking
that away
from me
and
of course, dear reader,
it should not,
breaking all fourth walls
as matter of principle,
if in fact they here do speak
addressing me quizzically, yet
somewhat sweetly
asking me
why I do not elect to run, play
with them
enter this realm
where
all divisions
between
man and animal and yes, god
are suspended
at that
moment of
most mystery
we find
most sense
****
you should come with us
be with us
forget who
you are were think you are
experience him
as we do
for he
is not outside you
can never be outside you
he watches us
as we do our cat thing
as we
play the game of life, of being
the stakes so serious
yet we have to play
see
these little creatures we found
that we
played our game with
something has gone
from them
we
took it away
and whilst he loves this, loves us, loved
every moment
he feels
for them, have
seen
him shed
a tear
so much out here we could show you teach you
if you but open your eyes be prepared to
watch and listen
we will
talk about this again
talk about it soon
so strange everything appearing at
this moment
light of the Moon
horns
of the Moon
29 Saturday Jul 2023
AS YOU NO DOUBT HAVE GUESSED
cat came
through my
window
sorry,
stand corrected,
meant to say
through HER window
sat on the bed
started to give me
a lecture
on agility
and, as I’m sure
you have no
doubt guessed
that lecture
contained
way more show
that it did
tell
(and all that show
telling it
like
it is)
19 Wednesday Jul 2023
16 Sunday Jul 2023
15 Thursday Jun 2023
12 Monday Jun 2023
17 Wednesday May 2023
Posted Alternate universe, Cat, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, quantum, Uncategorized
inTags
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there are other Universes
parallel to this one
on running around it
in a circle
press ALT DELETE
to navigate between them
consciousness and cosmology
connected to each other
via
cut and paste
and here is
a revenge universe
one where things
are not
served cold
but with lashings of
irony
where cats are the physicists
figuring out the formula
for the collapse of wave function
and Bohr, Planck, Schrodinger,
Heisenberg and the rest
of that gang
take turns is the cyanide
box playing
dead or alive
the cat physicists to a man
think this much
more ethical and humane
than using
rats; or mice
09 Sunday Apr 2023
Posted art, Cat, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized, wordplay
inBASTET
man with a cat
writing a poem about cats
cat lying on his foot
so that
must be
a footnote
the kind of note you
couldn’t possibly write
as a cat
because then
it would be
a paw note
all of philosophy
is actually a
paw note
to Plato
and all of the art
of Greece and
Egypt
is just
a paw print
Bastet’s
paw print
man writing on a bed
with cat on his foot
does not
as you might expect
know
anything about this