Etymologies are fascinating
the Hunter, Aus. Capitalism is the crisis, capitalism destroys everything around me. Music, Politics, Poems and whatever else comes to mind.
What started as a simple poetry exercise became a labor of attentive craft, embracing revision and refinement.
Enjoy this piece in iambic blank verse, where tone, style, and metrical variation weave together to enrich a poem rooted in thought, feeling, and form.
Partly inspired by ‘An ordinary evening at Hamilton’ by D Malouf — a reflection on how Nature’s boundlessness offers comfort, rather than making one feel small and insignificant.
Anima asunderAgony the mind is underCup your palms, rub your faceKneel and wail, and embrace A hail in winter, here comes, boyo!Dents on your fine conveyance, boyo…Who’s gonna give in, and then save face?Who abandoned you, it was a mistake. Anima asunderAgony the mind is under Fireworks have begun, festivitiesOn a crowded meadow, lovers embraceHeads… Continue reading Anima Asunder
Functional response to a biological input code. Involuntary, part of a complex fabric. Efficient organ systems intertwined/ Meticulously pieced by a gradual process ⏸️ An eventuality, now an event: ▶️ Shapes and forms assigned, driven to survive… Survived to drive ⏸️ fathom it as ▶️ Breath: In the short history of everything/ A short history…… Continue reading Respirare
Oh Sonny boy, dear Sonny boy,did you get caught in the storm?Went out a moment ago to playwith other untainted divinities. The thunder mustve dispersedradially the little school band,you mustve weathered the stormsomewhere under with a plane tree You took your time but got back,struggled with the gravity latch,innocently, and only for a moment,came round… Continue reading The Wings of Embrace
The MOP, man should enter with economic friedman (freedom)But buyer of his labour power resides in the wealth towerso high, in clouds, the dome is, unseen. Sold is self! slave of the towermanIs a commodity of cheap exchange, expoitation – how it’s been. How then deem I this world, life’s experienceAs Emotion overpowers the body… Continue reading Smudge, part 2
I fixed my hair on the mirrored wardrobe before going out to meet you on a cold night. My thoughts – can’t you hear? The brain disturbance unsettling The air between me and your ear To create earnest sound waves Likely weakened, on reaching, In virtue of the distance, The faint song of which -… Continue reading Life’s empty without it
Obviously in Covid times, we talk about economic growth slowing down, but do we in parallel realize also that growth cannot be indefinite? And it cannot be unlimited? Nature has a carrying capacity; material production and human development has to happen in a way that is balanced and sustainable (as trite as it may sound).… Continue reading Thoughts of the day
Yea, the gradual sedentarization; The slow erasure of self, of mind… Have you ever looked, observed, The window pane, the detergent, The water soaking into… The wooden frame – capillarily, The second rinse-wipes happen The result? Still a smudgy, Lacklustre, slightly translucent, Unglamorous see through — Ugly, uninteresting, unnecessary, Unsummoned — like tiptoe diabetes. The… Continue reading A Poem, part 1 — Smudge; A soul be disturbed not stirred
I, the perpetual foreigner resident in amassed empire a culture reigns that business reins and misery rains global, all in denial. A handsome lotus in a dirty pond, oblivious of chlorotic associates confines its imagination to colours only vivid, cohabiters on surface, friendships fostered with not all. A lone frog on a float waits about,… Continue reading Foreigner
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