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Dire Legacy


Clearly then no one is here now
‘cept for I to be here as if for you

As if in need of a handy whipping boy
(Work with me here, work with me)

To go tick all the proffered boxes
Catch a breath and run like hell

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Happy 2019 everyone! 🙂

The Misdirection


There is what we knew
And there is what we were taught
They are not the same

24-Hour News (29b)


Distortions meant to
Convince us
We know best
Tapered, tampered, distempered
Not breaking, broken


Shadorma November

Ho-hum (12c)


Poppy Day
A century since
Years later
Orwell coined
“War is peace” and “Doublethink”
Today: normalised


Shadorma November

Oh Media Mania’s Puny Hum


Illusion within
Illusion masquerading
As reality
I interrupt this broadcast
With breaking news of silence

Group-think Doesn’t Just Happen

Please do remember this next time you’re watching “the news” and similar broadcasts. (If you still bother.) And it’s also pretty funny. 🙂

Lessons From George Orwell’s ‘1984’

This article is a companion to my recent post The Daily Grind.

Lessons from George Orwell’s ‘1984’

(For Beth, with love.)


The Daily Grind (Reposted)


morning well wicked early still
when alarm bell rings

unglue gummy eyes
peer through foetid gloom
grope around to kill it
sniff up last night’s stale breath
puke worthy – and you expected?

quick shower, squirt and spray
baited hooks set – and dreams
“I swear (s)he fancies me”
a hopeful phone trills – eyes gleam
and stick it in your ear – “hi”

now on your mark, get set
and go, raging or else uncomplaining
by crammed tube or heaving bus
or through poison-pumping gridlock
noxious hell whichever option

a compliant commuter – a clone – a costumed clown
stuck up the back end of a pantomime horse
blindly galloping into thunderous oblivion
holding your snotty nose to the grindstone
scrounging shekels to fuel your shakey schemes

yes, here’s the life you were schooled for
to be laid on the butcher’s chopping block
to hang ripe for the black reaper’s picking
next to our attempts to heal our broken hearts
keeping food on the table is their sharpest weapon

but pity the overseers in their turn
the restless scuttling tinker men
well heeled tepid heartless overlords
with their eternal fear of the rank and vile
whose oversensitivity is such a bore

do they lie in the dark wakeful
awaiting the day their own alarm bells ring?

Read This While You’re Still Allowed To

Analyzing Mainstream News Anti-Logic

Looking Out Not In


We have been schooled into believing
That love’s opposite is hate, but hate
Is simply an outbranching from fear

They want to govern us using fear
So they try to distract our attention
And teach us how to hate instead

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