Inspired and paraphrased from the Red Hand Files (again!) #337 and for the GloProWriMo Day 20 prompt: write a poem informed by musical phrasing or melody that employs some form of soundplay (rhyme, meter, assonance, alliteration).Also, the poem ‘In Evening Air by Theodore Roethke was suggested as an example, and I used the rhyming form, which I found quite pleasant and I think worked very well.
Maybe not a helpful admission, I’m not sure where I stand these days; as the ground shifts exposing each other’s rifts, it hardens without permission and uncertainty sings its praise.
The world, beautiful but broken; my temperament wishes no further harm; no left or right or centre might have, to me, truly spoken and guided me towards a calm.
My reason searches for the true to ease the burden of each other’s sorrow; how easy it is to break, to forget to give and take; cautious and careful in what I do when nothing is certain tomorrow.
Not knowing what I’m talking about; does the world need to hear that voice? Listening to all divergent views makes me ever more confused so that when still filled with doubt silence is my choice.
So maybe I just stand with my art, valuing the deed over the word; to the fragile flickering spirit bring a striving for such praise to sing; At least, it’s a place to start so that the silence will still be heard.
MockART – Some nice noise here that is keeping my brain active whilst trying to download an upload for my computer so that I can practice guitar again, since something has messed up one of the apps I like to use. Not sure that I would listen to this at any other time though!
Wet Nurse – Fractured and somewhat scary energy here. It’s interesting for sure but a bit too disturbing for me these days. About 20 years ago I would’ve been all over this.
Meira Asher – Interesting punk hip hop that reminds me of some similar weird freaks I met from Japan in the 00s. I like the more rhythmic tracks over the atmospheric ones.
Half Empty Glasshouse – I have their albums already but had forgotten about them. Lots of time changes and genre warping. This is my kinda jam for sure.
Constant communiqués of despair The end of times always kept in mind The hollow rings of Happy New Year Distracting us from our daily grind We become living embodiments Of the catastrophes we’ve foretold Trapped within these dark environments Hopes are fading for the dreams we’re sold
Embolden the heart! Be courageous! Inspire action to defend the world Sell, not be sold to, is contagious Flags of faith, hope and courage unfurled Hope becomes the energy of change A radical audacious duty With optimism, we can arrange Our thoughts towards a life of beauty
Inspired and paraphrased (one more time) by Nick Cave at The Red Hand Files #308. The title is also a play on words of Nick Cave’s album Faith, Hope and Carnage.
Is this matrix worthwhile? I miss her, I miss her so Broken hearts will mend in time I know, I know, yes, I know
Inside broken poetry Made a home from a dead heart We are creatures made to love And duty-bound, play our part
She has gone and I’m still here The cosmic universe chose She’s shown me that I’m worth it Back to the matrix she goes
Inspired, borrowed and paraphrased into seven-syllable lines from the question and answer at The Red Hand Files #293
The Decline and Fall of the British Empire, 1781-1997 by Piers Brendon (reviewed at Goodreads.com)
I love the language used in this book though it did make it a little bit of a slog but, as an Englishman myself, this was a fascinating journey. Somehow, in my youth, I was aware of the way things were going in Britain and got myself out just before the end of this book, the handover of Hong Kong.
I was appalled at the lies and deceit of the Empire and thoroughly enjoyed following its decline. I also noted how the USA was (hypocritically) critical of Britain’s colonialism before they stepped into the breach after WW2. And it fills me with warmth to see the USA making the same mistakes since then, and being able to watch their own empire’s decline in real time.