RETORT
I have a PhD too
from the same
institution,
same discipline
as you
but do not wear it
night and day
inscribed
across my forehead
third eye
with which
you give
the world that
look.
07 Sunday Jan 2024
Posted Academic, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, satire, Uncategorized, University, Value and meaning
inRETORT
I have a PhD too
from the same
institution,
same discipline
as you
but do not wear it
night and day
inscribed
across my forehead
third eye
with which
you give
the world that
look.
21 Thursday Dec 2023
Posted absurdism, art, Author, Beauty, Capitalism, Civilized, classical, Creativity, Deconstruction, Design, Dumbing down, Fashion, Genre/form, Heavy irony, Iconic, ironical/comic, Lost, metaphoric, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Politics of poetry/writing/Literature, postmodern, science, Uncategorized, Value and meaning, writing
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HE WRITES
He writes
faultlessly
so beautifully
watch how he pens those letters
the geometric curves,
the sense of definition
they need to put
that word in an art gallery
and the one next one too
every single word, they
could fill
a whole wall with them
turn into a mosaic
(mosaic of
all mosaics)
could be
an investor will spend
a fortune on the whole piece
at least, spoken with sincerity
from my lowly position,
that
is the hope.
21 Thursday Dec 2023
Posted Academic, Artificial intelligence, digital age, Intellectual, Intertextual, Mechanistic, Metamorphosis, Metaphor, metaphoric, metapoetic/metafictional, mystical, Nonlinear, Parable, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, postmodern, Reality?, Separation, Transcendence, transformation, Uncategorized, Value and meaning, wordplay, writing
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AH, YES, I DO
HAVE HEARD OF
PROFESSOR IAIN
MCGILCHRIST
polycrisis
metacrisis
ideas prowling around my
head like curious tiger sharks
uncertain how
to take me
unsure whether to strike
and me
switching from left
to right and
right to left
colouring the world differently
on one occasion I pulled
such a hard left
(hemisphere)
I did not see shark
or water at all
just bits and bytes of
stuff on a page
algorithms maps plans
of how
to make a connection
23 Monday Oct 2023
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STUFF
for your
information
I am
a content creator
force
of Nature
ever since
the Big Bang
I’ve been trying
to fill
empty space
with stuff
abhor
a vacuum
so much out there
expanding so fast
need to
think fast, shape
create
use AI
use digital technology
my brain expanding at the speed of light
16 Saturday Sep 2023
Posted Binary opposites, Change, Chaos, Consciousness, cosmic, Creation, Creativity, Dark and light, Drama, Humanity, intense, Nature, Pastoral, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, power, The World, transformation, Twist in the tail, Universe, Value and meaning, writing
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SUPREME
the air is ruthless
seething
with anger
the soil
diabolical, rock hard
implacable
they are not prepared
to listen to each other
in this
struggle for mastery
let dialogue be damned
which brings me
tiny figure ensconced
in this farm house
into
the picture
being asked
to take sides, all
offers of arbitration, re-
conciliation
swept
out of the window
for the Universe is
(am assured)
state of
contention
the cosmos is thing
of unceasing strife
and so
why should I go scribe
and try to
write this bleak philosophy
in the light
of my
small
small
humanity
my
fellow creatures for
sign
for wonder
forever yearning
enough
deep, dark conflict
to match the war
out there
in my tiny
poet’s heart
whose
meaning
odds-on, so insignificant
whose
music
at this moment
oddly
perhaps, supreme
21 Monday Aug 2023
TALK TALK
I talk to my poem
but it does not
talk back to me
I rehearse in
front of the mirror
dance
(to no avail)
in the spotlight
watch the scribbles my
pen produces as it
crosses the page
circumnavigating
my world
sometimes it is as if
it is in code
cannot make
head or tail of it
and you
recoil in happy shock
surprised delight
pretty sure that there
in the shadow between syllables
space
between stanzas
so much presumed vacuum
is teeming with metaphors.
26 Wednesday Jul 2023
Posted Innocence, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Romantic/romantic, Sexual, Uncategorized, Value and meaning
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EXCEPT PERHAPS
They stole everything, William,
vagabonded the cupboard bare
dug up
your beloved Garden of Love
stripped it bare
except perhaps, for
this tiny, wild flower
which I do hold close to my heart
with joy and reverence scarcely real
and tenderness
knowing all that it stands for, all
that it means.
Yes, William
they sold everything
every
single stock
and share
got the best price they could get
more than we can guess at,
way
beyond our uncouth estimation
beyond belief, the fire-sale they held:
devastating the demand, in
the face of
that poor supply.
23 Sunday Jul 2023
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PLATFORM
the study
of philosophy or
social theory
does not make for
redemptive figures, or
great Romantic heroes;
this since Socrates,
whose student Alcibiades
turned traitor, fought
for Sparta
out of pique, or
on a whim
and then Althusser, whose
wife (sadly),
the recipient of ordinance
that does not flow
logically from his theory
Oh, Descartes, Voltaire
and Wittgenstein (we
will not even presume to
speak about Nietzsche)
how is it
that you generate truth
from words
powerful insights
but which,
at whim of history
shift
in the zeitgeist
they no longer mean
anything more
than
documents of their time
footnotes to
footnotes
to
footnotes
to Plato
enough to give cause
for doubt,
reason for disconnection
you standing at the station
for a train
never due
to arrive
long
since departed
but others
in your rank
tell us, frankly, they
are not
about intuition, description,
any species of
ratiocination
but
the storming of Winter Palaces
barking orders in
dialectic
from somewhere more
towards the back
such
thinking universal, but
might not mean
good for the Universe, or
got total
cosmic buy in
even complete terrestrial agreement
for we love
what we have, selfishness
so ingrained, a mission
to clarify
and clean it
whilst you
spouting that interpretative,
perspectival logic of
previously mentioned
Dionysian creature
go to town on my paper
of signs and signification
discourse and
meaning
it is all
code and system
you proudly proclaim
which
in the Matrix of
your being
suggests
a deep gnosis
(preparing to Turing Test me)
harkening
back
to Plato’s Cave
19 Wednesday Jul 2023
Posted Humanity, Life, Nuclear, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized, Value and meaning, wordplay
in04 Tuesday Jul 2023