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On A Brighter Note …

ON A BRIGHTER NOTE …

You are being
lied to and
indoctrinated
day after day.

Being expected
to conform to
unquestionable
empty rituals.

But at least
on a brighter note
there isn’t
a deadly virus.

A Season In Edge Hill (Repost)

A SEASON IN EDGE HILL

Self-important piddling patchwork college,
peddling half-regurgitated rote knowledge;
chiselling chaste gems into brute ashlar;
live surging forest stripped for lumber cash.

All of a piece: “Sit down, don’t rock the boat”.
Sing up: “Graded brains keep us in power”.
You know the drill. “Do keep up at the back!”
“Hands up if you know the answer.” “Miss!” “Sir!”

Meaninglesswhile in the college canteen
(“Starved a lot, blah, blah”; cabbage days again)
running dogs and other wage slaves drivel,
drone, mimic windmills uncomprehending,

grinning at their own expense, face polished
shiny, shiny, aloof, above all that,
admiring Handsome in smooth-tongued mirrors,
accolading lucky fortunate one.

What can I say? A dickens of a place.
Lancashire’s tundra; bleak without the house.
Overgenerous to call if half-life
One man arrived and only stayed for tea …

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A page of personal history.

A Season In Edge Hill

A SEASON IN EDGE HILL

Self-important piddling patchwork college,
peddling half-regurgitated rote knowledge;
chiselling chaste gems into brute ashlar;
live surging forest stripped for lumber cash.

All of a piece: “Sit down, don’t rock the boat”.
Sing up: “Graded brains keep us in power”.
You know the drill. “Do keep up at the back!”
“Hands up if you know the answer.” “Miss!” “Sir!”

Meaninglesswhile in the college canteen
(“Starved a lot, blah, blah”; cabbage days again)
running dogs and other wage slaves drivel,
drone, mimic windmills uncomprehending,

grinning at their own expense, face polished
shiny, shiny, aloof, above all that,
admiring Handsome in smooth-tongued mirrors,
accolading lucky fortunate one.

What can I say? A dickens of a place.
Lancashire’s tundra; bleak without the house.
Overgenerous to call if half-life
One man arrived and only stayed for tea …

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A page of personal history.

Polite Conversation

POLITE CONVERSATION

Don’t mistake my silences for indifference.
Don’t mistake my jollity for self-confidence.
Don’t mistake my generosity for fulfilment.
Above all, check out your assumptions.
Despite your own fear, take a few risks
and – God forbid – communicate instead.

The Painted Albinos

THE PAINTED ALBINOS

Having first disposed of Unthinking Man
(Praise be for Unthinking Man
He makes us glad we’re not like him
He makes us wish we COULD be like him)

(And anyway he does think a bit
It’s just another cheat)

Another cheat
Everything Thinking Man says is a cheat
A big pretending that what he says
Is all there is
Or even all he sees

But if he owns up to being a cheat
To his neat chains of thought
To his neat little boxes
All being cheats that he knows are cheats
He must drop all his boxes
Cast off all his chains
And accept the world as it is
As it is
Meaningless – signifying nothing
Standing for nothing behind

Look at us here
Look at me here
We know what we are
I know what I am
And we go on living?

And I go on living?
I laugh
I mock us
But it’s a hollow laugh
And I’m a cheat

Everything we do is a pure waste of time
Everything, mind
We’ll never be known or loved by another
We’ll try to love people who can’t love back
And all the time we’ll be turning our back
On the way that we’re wasting our time
Babbling

And if we look round
And shut up for a minute
We’re so worthless and disgusting
We turn our back again
And pretend we’re unthinking

(Praise be for Unthinking Man
He makes us glad we’re not like him
He makes us wish we COULD be like him)

(And anyway he does think a bit
It’s just another cheat)

I mock us
But it’s a hollow laugh
And I’m a cheat

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