Elites

MeditationYou market racism
inbuilt in capitalism
you sell division
you hawk your tools
so i can on-sell
fear’s smell
complicit with
your smug, private
accumulation
stolen nations
down the multi-level
marketing pyramid
intimate and bigoted
this colonial poison
mass death enjoyment
this ponzi scheme
which only benefits you
i refuse to shill
your septic poo
drowning the planet
in trickling inequality
your squalid legacy
and strategy.

Jinjirrie,
May 2016

Barnyard Frolics

#ErdoganInsultoftheDay :

The US loves Nutanyahoo more than you,
an extra-special relationship despite all you do,
so you’ll have to settle for second-best Merkel
and throwing your detractors into prison hell.

Hypocritical PolliesLudicrously, Germany retains an archaic law criminalising insults against foreign leaders which has enabled the litigious Erdogan to prosecute a German comedian who devised a satirical poem to test the limit of the German law. Eager to placate Turkey in order that it assist staunching the flow of refugees into Germany, Merkel has invoked this farcical anti-democratic law.

Whilst the poem may be very insulting indeed, political leaders getting their knickers in a knot over insults to the extent of imprisoning and prosecuting their lampooners is both sinister and side-splitting. Copping insults on the chin is obligatory for politicians who don’t wish to become global laughing stocks.

‘Among other things, the poem said Erdogan kicks Kurds, smacks Christians, all while watching child pornography. That’s one of the few lines we can repeat on NPR. It also imagines the Turkish president committing acts of bestiality.’

‘Chancellor Angela Merkel on Friday authorised a Turkish demand for a German TV comedian to be prosecuted over a crude satirical poem about President Recep Tayyip Erdogan in a bitter row over free speech.’

‘Since becoming President in August 2014, Mr Erdogan has filed 1,845 court cases against individuals for insulting him.’

So sue me, Turdogan,
I’ll donate scatological verbosity
and poke fun at your litigious pomposity!

How to Grow a Garden - World Poetry Day 2016

It’s not that one has been forced to silence, rather that words have tumbled elsewhere than this blog for a while. Here’s a good excuse to restart this blog – commenting on the imprisonment of Palestinian poet, Ashraf Fayadh, jailed for “apostasy” for eight years and 800 lashes, his beheading sentence commuted by the vicious, tyrannical Saudi oilagarchy, best mates of the US empire and Israel, connivers in the oppression of the region and in particular, occupied Palestinians.

How to Grow a Garden

Mulch the Saudi princes,
jumped up hereditary popinjays
presiding over the ineffable infinite
as if they know it all by divine right
and can take it with them.
May the Saudi princes,
enemies of poets and truth
be deposed and decomposed,
words choking their greedy mouths.

Jinjirrie, March 2014

From Ashraf’s latest poem, written since he was jailed.

“I saw my father for the last time through thick glass,
then he departed, for good.
Because of me, let’s say.
Let us say because he could not bear the thought
I’d die before him.
My father died and left death besieging me
without it frightening me sufficiently.
Why does death scare us to death?
My father departed after a long time
spent on the surface of this planet.
I didn’t say farewell as I should have
nor grieve for him as I should have
and was incapable of tears,
as is my habit, which grows uglier as time passes.

The soldiers besiege me from all fronts
in their uniforms of poor color,
laws and regimes and statutes besiege me.
Sovereignty besieges me;
its highly concentrated instinct
cannot be shaken by living creatures.
My loneliness besieges me,
my loneliness suffocates me,
I am choked by depression, nervousness, and worry,
remorse, that I’m a member of the human race,
kills me.”

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For Fayadh from Gaza, Haidar Eid performs “Thirsty for Freedom,” adapted from a poem by the late legendary Egyptian poet Ahmed Fouad Negm.

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‘There are two ways opposite to each other, one leading to the house of freedom, the other to the house of slavery. Lead the people on the road that goes through courage and harmony; avoid that which leads through strife and ruin.’

Delphic Oracle (circa 7-9C BC)

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How many couplets do you recognise?

How many of these poets were oppressed for their visions and lived in squalid unhappiness?

Don’t wait till they are dead or imprisoned, treasure your local poets today!

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Symbolic Power Plays

Here’s another in the Unoriginal Patriarchy series, which commenced with Sol Invictus. Take It To The Max thorned on cross cock no more crows triumphant, yet salutes her mourning below. while lambs vie, coquetting with lions on foreign barricades medusa snakes writhe disapproval in mother’s grimace. kill it, kill her now recruit sisters, initiate daughters . . . → Read More if you dare: Symbolic Power Plays

The Imperial Bourgeois Rag

Hieronymus Bosch – ‘”A Violent Forcing Of The Frog.”My principles are lofty, my politics so cool, and if you dare to disagree, I’ll push you in the pool. I follow only brightest bulbs who shine the truth for me, and if you don’t embrace them too, I’ll string you up a tree. Ch: Black and . . . → Read More if you dare: The Imperial Bourgeois Rag

It's Always the Season for Irony : Syria and the White Knights of US Imperialism

In this crusade, armchair liberal trothawks[1] sally forth to save “intelligentsia” like themselves from Saddam, sorry, Assad. Vilifying the majority of Syrians’ electoral decisions which are also supported by polls, the white knight trothawks claim to represent the wishes of Syrians and in particular “revolutionaries”, though the Syrian Communist parties at this juncture defend their . . . → Read More if you dare: It’s Always the Season for Irony : Syria and the White Knights of US Imperialism

Samhain

light the good fires along the hills edges dissolve you’re almost in reach talk with me again remind of the nearness of all things angels cavort on the end of a pin forever mirrored in your dead eyes waiting, waiting waiting, waiting for here within i see you then another year circled squared and slaughtered . . . → Read More if you dare: Samhain

The Dictator Quadrille

Did you cheer when NATO boots smashed into the face of Afghanistan? those evil Taliban, hate hate hate, such primitives, more sanctions and the wall came down, Brzezinski crowed. Did you party when US bombs destroyed the Koranic library in Baghdad, because democracy is messy? So Cheney gloated. Saddam is gone, pushed off the long . . . → Read More if you dare: The Dictator Quadrille