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1 comments Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Questions:

How do you break out of conventional and cliched descriptions of phenomena? It has become automatic and worthless to use phrases like 'dusk descended', or 'night falls'.


Why is there this connection between night, or things of the night, and falling? Why do we rarely say moonrise, whilst sunrise is much more common? Why do we never say moonset when we regularly say sunset? We prioritise one above the other, such that it has become almost natural to view it in this manner.

I had a third one, but i forgot.

0 comments Tuesday, January 23, 2007

In the mornings we trudge tiredly up staircases
to freeze in the cold classrooms
where we have the content of our heads measured -
in arc-tangent and sine;
in the equation of a line.

why equals em ex plus see
or, reduced to a sum of ATP -

we sit in a row slumped behind bags and old jackets
pillowcases woven out of daydreams cushion our heads, exhausted from yesterday's real work,
which was the contemplation of how the pink clouds made the morning.



adam

0 comments Sunday, January 07, 2007

the chains of illusion are born in the night
and slowly but surely conquer;
no hero can break from their gossamer might
nor resist their ethereal lure.

faint wisps of deception, mere tendrils of smoke,
entwining, corrupting bouquet
invisibly gather, then gently they choke
and lightly on ankles they weigh;

incorporeal yokes on relenting a neck,
the manacles gladly accept
and willingly bend as a beast to a beck,
to a whip of dismay and regret.

look on, on the herd! look, behold them, the slaves-
now slavering at their desires
held out of their reach, all their longings and craves
to stoke their consuming heart-fires;

and chained to a plow, all the oxen with faces,
and turning the earth sown in flood
the harvest of falsehood, the windfall of graces
to slave yet their children, their blood.

their ghostly enslavers have no need for reins
for the people have asked for their binds
anytime they can break from their tenuous chains
for their sinews are bound with their minds.

the chains of illusion are born in the night
and slowly but surely conquer;
no hero can break from their gossamer might
nor resist their ethereal lure.