Poems For a Cancelled Christmas

Banana Mango Season

No Genocide for Christmas

Deck the halls
with amputations
Israel is a fascist state
Tis the season
for mass slaughter
Crush zionism and celebrate
Turf it from
the United Nations
For Christmas
no more assassinations
Israel is a fascist state
Dismantle it
Boycott it
Don’t wait
Till it kills
More children
It calls “little snakes”
Stealing their land
because #GenocideJoe
Says it can
Strip away its tinsel wrapping
Israel is a fascist state.

December 2023

SILENCED

Because if we don’t see it or feel it
the blow didn’t happen
the wind is revealed as trees bend
and shuffle their leaves
when bodies lie like playing cards
strewn in shrouds along the ground
so much fallen fruit from a season
of harvest in the charnel house
see rotten farmers feeding the world pain
if we turn away the wind will still blow again

November 2023

Nuts on the Table

Oh what a lovely familiar war
Nutolini wants so much more
Land for settlers, rewards for sacrifice
Annihilation of ‘animals’ a worthy price
Israel’s the nadir of colonial white pride
Wallowing in endless genocide.

December 2023

Ode to Decolonisation

Decolonize the world of patriarchy
From the mountains to the forests
To the rivers to the sea
End the scourge of white supremacy
People should be free in every nation
From capitalism’s vile predation.

Apartheid Israel, you can’t hide,
you’re committing genocide,
The whole world knows you lie and lie
By your own foul acts, your end is nigh.

Time to bury US hegemony
for people want freedom
not capitalist tyranny
open up your weary eyes
find solidarity and decolonize.

November 2023

I See You Whitey

domesticated by washing machines and
other white lovely things
microwaving dreams
turning away from the savages
displaced by your invader parents
turning away because you can
busy with barbies and dresses
surfing and ebikes
beautiful minds don’t want to worry about wars
while long covid wreaks hell with
frontal lobotomies
whitey, whitey everywhere
turning away because they can
doing the ‘both sides’ tango
while they forget they live on stolen land.

December 2023

OCCUPATION

you don’t pause a beating
you end a beating
unless you’re a continuous beater
with a track record of wife beating
israel’s like a dedicated wife beater
allowed to get away with it
put the missus in her place
a little touch up now and then reminds her
to submit and make allowances
for the high and mighty lords

December 2023

AI POETRY

the putridness of forced rhymes
typical of AI slime
with no musicality
and even less sensibility
AI’s the antithesis of revolutionary
Locking imaginations
in sanitized mediocrity

December 2023

||introspection||

every day i wake up
then once i check the media
stomach sickens
yet i cannot stop analysing
even while heart pounds
and bear trap mind recoils
still i analyse
taking the long view
from far away in the forest
i analyse and wish
i could return to the future now
mission to study the beginning of
the fall of the US empire complete
escaping inevitable collapse
extinctions and end play
of relentless human folly
still i analyse
unbearable anguish of oppression
bloody criminal wet dreams
of decadent old white men
prancing in celebrity boxes
relishing macabre spectacle
blooding eager young
ejaculating white phosphorus
still i analyse as tears fall
enough in which to drown
imperial wretches who starve
bomb and genocide
people who resist
for their simple wish to be free
from thieving oppressors
occupying them
still i analyse
there is no god
she was betrayed
banished and bamboozled

November 2023

Landlords

I would like to build a house from landlords,
Stacked into rammed earth walls
Or turned into bricks
Or stuffed into bottles
Then they would serve some purpose
Other than making their underlings miserable.
They could be repurposed into doors that close shut
on cold callers and JWs, ground up and combined with
bamboo and packaging.
Enjoy my recycled ruling class door
Which opens to admit the poor.

December 2023

Referendum Day

Scrub Turkey
I go to vote on stolen land
while across the world
another criminal mob of European settlers
slaughter mercilessly again
though she’s married to another man
stolen because the Beast says they can
the myth of empty land common to thieves
convenient nullification of the locals
for demonisation and extermination
if they didn’t have Western agriculture
how could they deserve their native home
I sing Treaty Yeah and Kev Carmody
Midnight Oil and Paul Kelly
I sing of never ceded sovereignty
as on a British constitution
there’s no end to the colony
a no means yes and yes means no
rubber stamps for white supremacy
while Albo cheerleads Israel’s bone harvest
holding his sickening white pride high
caring only for colonizers’ tears
yet the chant of Jimmy Blacksmith
rings in my ears
this sordid settler colonialism
when never again meant never again
yet again there’s genocide
usual suspects backpatting cheerfully
the latest vicious lawnmower regime.

Jinjirrie, October 14, 2023.

Plastic Backlash in the Trashy Country

Snailafact

Yesterday in the Stupormarket (a throwaway poem)

People’s heads overflow with plastic crap
Disposable thoughts
Bags
Lives
Wasted
Thrown onto the global garbage heap
To choke other species with trash
And then their own
The final backlash
Don’t care is made to care
when there’s none left to do the caring
Gobble gobble gobble
They can’t be bothered to remember to bring
Recyclable bags to the stupormarket
Eyerolling addicted octogenerians
Bubble wrapped the future
A plastic floating continent
On expansion of forgetfulness
Parasitical capitalism breeds
Superfluous boastfulness
of having so much
You can afford to discard
Without a thought or care
Trolley rage goes national
Surging through rigid brain aisles
Even the checkout boy complains
Take take take
Tupperware mentalities
Consume consume consume
Chuck the leftovers into the ravine
To poison the oceans and streams
Buy buy buy oblivion
It’s what civilised humans do
The way it’s always been they say
Nimby nimby nimby numbskulls

Jinjirrie, July 2018

Deakin University’s Centre for Employee and Consumer Wellbeing behaviour researcher Dr Paul Harrison the disconnect had to do with “the difference between an attitude and a behaviour”.

“People can say, ‘I like the idea of having to bring my own bags’, but people struggle with those things. You can say you’ll do something but whether you’ll do that are two different parts of the brain,” Dr Harrison said.

“Getting into neuroscience, the prefrontal cortex says, ‘Yes of course I can do that’, but the prehistoric brain says, ‘I’ll just keep doing what I’ve always done.'”

Incantations Against White Supremacism for Easter

Ball Tampering

Whitey’s Still on the Moon

Whitey gets a pass
because whitey is whitey
and white is right
whitey leads the fight
of the righteous struggle
of those oppressed
by benevolent whiteness
whitey’s the biggest victim
circling white wagons
benedictus benedictum
white saviour behaviour
honoured by whitey
for wealth and privilege
take up the white man’s burden
dissent is sacrilege
pre-ordained fame and fortune
whitey won the lucky dip
to captain white-sailed ships
first on the list
white supremacist
whitey’s got a ticket to ride
most active of activists
yachts to burn
marches to march
white gutless wonders watch
and silence is assent
quiet as white mice
no white divisiveness
of imperial solidarity
this exploitative opacity
colonise the colonised
the way it’s always been
whiteness is rightness
eternally blessed
the rough Beast’s in Jerusalem
Gil Scott Heron embraced BDS
and whitey’s on the moon still.

Jinjirrie, March 2018

Ball Tampering

They’ve lied once too often
to be trusted on their word
Craven politicians polish
yet another turd
The public’s asked to buy
a “Russian novichok”
While the greedy Toadball class
put us all in hock,
Cut those corporate taxes!
Give the rich another break!
It’ll trickle down to you scum
So our mates are on the take?
On military exports
the western world depends
Who cares if our warmongering
causes life on earth to end?

Jinjirrie, March 2018

Invasion Day 2018

Settler Colonialism

False Muse

what is this verbose cotton wool
but suffocation of truth?
sentinel poet effuses verse
for privileged settlers
descant to daily injustices
chorused in white racist media
relentless revisions of theft and denial
endless rights and return betrayal
triumphalism of patriarchal curses
veiled advice to contaminate resistance
normalise collaboration
embrace post-colonial defeat
tender submission to ongoing genocide
for security of invaders
boot must sink in hard
negative peace sucks the bones
such brave generous poetry
healing to conqueror spirit
a noxious complicity with drones
rubbing noses of oppressed
in the misery of their predicament
with hubris of beauty and art
escaped red lines revealed
in anodyne alliterations
and poetic capitulations

January 26, 2018

Invasion Day

Invasion
Invasio
Invasi
Invas
Inva
Inv
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January 26, 2018

Related Links

“The new campaign to deny the Aboriginal genocide, led by Quadrant, was taken up in the Australian mass media by a chorus of right wing columnists with records of antagonism to Aborigines and “leftist” supporters, and easy access to a wide public.”

In Genocide and Resistance in Southeast Asia by Ben Kiernan.

‘Even within the realm of literature, political writers and readers knew that their enemies were active. In 1956, Richard Krygier, head of the local arm of the Congress for Cultural Freedom, established Quadrant, explicitly intended, as he put it, as ‘a counterweight to the kind of leftism so evident in Meanjin.’ The founders of Quadrant liaised about their project with ASIO and Prime Minister Robert Menzies; their funding came primarily from the the Congress for Cultural Freedom.

Yes, that’s right – Quadrant, that scourge of tax-payer funded arts organisations, owes its existence to money secretly siphoned from American taxpayers courtesy of the CIA.’

https://overland.org.au/2014/06/overland-and-the-cia/

‘ After a series of exposes and repudiations of the CIA connection, in 1967 McAuley published a careful response in Quadrant admitting the funding from the CIA was ‘deplorable’, but no more than ‘a well-intentioned blunder’. His defence that he had been an unwitting recipient of CIA largesse has been restated by the new editor of Quadrant and by its previous editors. Yet how was McAuley so unaware when Clem Christesen knew the money came from the CIA as far back as 1956? How was it that the editor of Quadrant had shown so little curiosity as to the source of money being so liberally handed out? A quick perusal of McAuley’s editorials give the flavour of the invective he would employ should the editor of a left-wing magazine discover he had ‘unwittingly’ been receiving 40% of his income from the KGB.’

http://jacketmagazine.com/12/pybus-quad.html

‘THE conservative magazine Quadrant has accused the Australia Council of political bias after its annual grant for next year was cut by 30 per cent, from $50,000 to $35,000.

Quadrant’s editor, the historian Keith Windschuttle, a key protagonist in the history wars who denies that the removal of Aboriginal children from their families was racist or deliberate policy, has written to subscribers saying the decision by the council’s literature board was ”patently political”.’

http://www.smh.com.au/national/quadrant-cites-political-bias-for-15000-funding-cut-20091221-la2e.html

‘The troubles Quadders has with Ozco funding might suggest that they would have an easier time returning to the CIA as their main funding source. But wait – in Cassadnra Pybus’s The Devil and James McAuley, we learn that the Congress for Cultural Freedom (the irony-free CIA front set up to pay for magazines like Encounter and Quadrant) repeatedly warned the magazine’s early editors that it was too politically strident, and not publishing enough of genuine cultural worth.

Got that? Even the CIA thought Quadrant didn’t publish enough good poetry.’

https://www.crikey.com.au/2009/12/21/rundle-windschuttle-screams-blue-murder-over-quadrant-funding-cut/