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GUSTAV
shadow
will out
shadow not going
to stick down there
best let it not
jack-in-the-box
best
let it
bleed
out slowly
into the system
07 Tuesday Nov 2023
Posted philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, psychological/psychoanalytical, Shadow, Uncategorized
inTags
GUSTAV
shadow
will out
shadow not going
to stick down there
best let it not
jack-in-the-box
best
let it
bleed
out slowly
into the system
25 Monday Jul 2022
Tags
Humanity, identity, meaning, Night, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Unconscious, writing
NIGHT WRITE
I write the night
but then
the night
writes me
inks my
brain
tattoos
my spine
none of your
daylight textual
fripperies
for what is written here
gets ingrained, is
acid etched
into the very calcium
of the bone
will
with time
unwrite, revise, edit
itself
to change its
speech, its theme,
its rhyme
so very different
in essence
the same
these words forever
sacred in
their truth
forever
subterranean
writing the night that writes
the writer in you.
07 Tuesday Jun 2022
Tags
death, identity, meaning, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, Reader, Universe
EXCHANGE
time to get serious
deadly
serious
time to
get so serious
the world
evaporates
(no chance even
of resolving
itself
into a dew)
time to tell you
the certainties of this Universe
are but a shadow
at the cosmic level
at the social level
the intellectual level
at the
quantum level
ask yourself
is this real? Is this
poem
real? Is it
even a poem?
is this world real? The sun
came up this morning. Do
we know how many
bodies burnt at the stake
in advancing the cause
of that Copernican deconstruction?
And, you, my friend,
dear reader
do you exist? How you
feel about this question;
how you
live the seeming reality of
your being, your consciousness,
I have
no way of knowing.
It is light outside
but because of the light in my room
being on
I could escape
having noticed
but having
laboured you with this
deadly seriousness to the point you may
be feeling, imagining,
supposing
your flesh to disappear
let us suspend truth
for a moment close on the thought
the happy thought
of a beautiful, crazy chimera
part
at this point
perhaps unaware of
the depth of our exchange
07 Monday Mar 2022
Posted Allegory, Apocalypse, apocalyptic, Civilized, Control, Dark and light, death, Devil, Dystopia, Evil, Fascism, Good versus evil, Humanity, Lunacy/madness, Madness, Misrecognition, mythical/mythological, Nightmare, Nuclear, Parable, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, psychological/psychoanalytical, Repression, Shadow, Subversion, Twist in the tail, Unconscious, Unconscious (the unconscious), War
inTags
apocalyptic, Dystopia, Evil, Humanity, identity, meaning, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, psychological, satire, Twist in the tail
SHADOW MAN
no one can kill shadow man
not
for want of trying
from the dawn of humankind
we have tried to wipe him out
remove from the face of the Earth
his tiny, despicable body,
which, strangely,
almost paradoxically.
no one not wishing
to be declared insane
will claim to have encountered
confess to having seen
or heard:
the sound of his evil
somewhere between
air raid siren and
rattlesnake rattle
warning
both of the danger
and of the deep, ugly
incurable hypocrisy
his presence
seems to elicit
as the troops
are marshalled, the Churches driven
militant,
taken to the next
official hysterical level
everything hinging
on his total destruction and
effacement of being
this time
and forever
beyond a shadow of doubt
04 Thursday Nov 2021
Posted Family, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, psychological/psychoanalytical, Shadow, SUN: the sun, Uncategorized
inMAN OF SUN, MAN OF SHADOW
you
are at the heart of everything
yet there are no pictures of you
holding my hand, holding our hands
was I in your arms once
and then you dropped me?
the Sun
prescribes thus to
everything that lies beneath it
respect my prominence
serve, and be happy
the blessings so bountiful
that sometimes they burn
sometimes they leave some of us
ripe for the snake, scorpion, centipede:
burnt to a desert
I tried to
honour you, tried to
follow you
but could not
escape your shadow
wondered
if there is truly a nuclear engine
in your chest that keeps
everything moving
or perhaps
a machine would so tight you
believed it might
never run down
the fuel in the Universe
not lasting forever, however
04 Monday Jun 2018
02 Sunday Oct 2016
Posted economic, Nightmare, Poem, poetry, political, Postcolonial, power, Shadow, Sleep, South African
inwe stand in the shadow
of a colossus
well, not so much stand, as
scurry like rodents, everyone
now Boesman-and-Lena-ed
scratching an existence under the
impervious eye
of he who
straddles us, taxes us
to the poor limits of
our endurance
20 Tuesday Sep 2016
Posted Integration, Nietzschean, Ocean, Poem, poetry, Shadow, The ocean, The ocean, the sea, the sea
inMEANS
this is
beyond my means
I cling to
a rock like a limpet
petrified that
the ocean may take me
so deep
a disconnect
my shadow
yearning
to fly
to be somewhere
anywhere else
to bathe in sea after sea
of unruly darkness
cherishing
each terrible wave as
it passes, returns
beyond my
means to fully understand this