Love is never

the only reason
for love.

On a lighter note...

The man who had a free willy
thought people with clothes on were silly
- though not in the snow
where he would not go,
for it made his willy turn frilly.

Crass

is not too simple a word
to describe the complexity
of our culture.

Unlike a corpse

buried knowledge
can sometimes
rise up from the grave.

It came as no surprise to me

to learn that the Founder of the Church of Jedi
is a teetotal, caffeine-free web-designer.

It comes as no surprise to you
to learn that I have never seen
and never will see Star Wars.

Even before writing was invented

most human acts were perverted.
Laws - and our lives - are
the shadows of words.

Suicide is simply

taking control of one's destiny
by assuming responsibility
for one's death.

It is one of many useful
life-skills not taught
in schools,

because they are
beyond examination.

Smug scientists

who think that they truly
make the world a better place
don't seem to notice
the damage that the application
of their discoveries,
and the resulting human overpopulation,
have wreaked on every other species.

A government you dislike

is called a régime.
A régime you do (dirty) deals with
is called a government.

Is it not outrageous

that the happy
are expected by the less-than-happy
to be pleasant ?

Strange that the English -

- the most genocidal people
since the fall of Carthage -
think of themselves as paragons
of fairness and compassion,
and beacons of Right Behaviour
to the world.

Is anyone on TwitFace

real
or for real
or for reality ?

The nature of importance

Not much that is important
is factual.
What is important
is numinous.
What is numinous
is beyond the banality
of religion.

Toilet bowls were surely not

meant for adult men to piss in !
Wash-basins
(which are too low for face- or hair-
washing comfort) are, on the other hand
the perfect height.

There might emerge, perhaps, a clue
to the craziness of 'western civilisation'
if it could be revealed why men
must miss and piss in toilet-bowls,
and why are there pockets
in pyjama-tops.

Smug

Science is religion without morality.
Religion is morality without æsthetic.
History is the dreadful course
of our violent banality.

They're not barbarians at the gate

but the moneylenders' touts -
locked in the temple of our greed:
we're Property's pale louts!

The colour-draining

Sodium Enlightenment
makes us all
obsessed with gaining
and complaining.

Some shrines

are empty, moribund,
and others tackily uncanny.
I think a glass of
armpitty-scrotummy
Mourvèdre* wine -
is a better shrine than many.



(*also known as Monastrell)

Shipwrecked on the Desert Island

I'll have three books bound neatly into one:
Rilke's Duino Elegies,
late poems of William Butler Yeats -
and much of Emily Dickinson.

Poems that are spoken loud

should not be written down -
apart from The Charge of the Light Brigade
and The Butterfly's Assumption-gown.

Moses and Monotheism

The formulators of the various
but distressingly-similar
codes of morality
were mostly male
and humourless,
and had no interest in æsthetics
or even beauty -

which is why moralities
are hideously, assymetrically
obsessed by conformity
and duty.

Suddenly,

everyone is saying
multiple
instead of many,
less
instead of fewer,
and lifestyle
when they really mean
way of life.

But language is just a small part
of the fashion/entertainment
industry, and a helpless victim
of the bureaucratic-jargon
juggernaut.

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

Surely not!
- but rather
OMNIA MORS ÆQUAT.

Although death merely winked at me
I'll go and live with him -
his many mansions in the grave
restoratively dim.

The Burden

Šarūnas Sauka


Though this week I am unreasonably happy
I know that life's a burden, not a gift.
I would not want to be a Bodhisattva.
To ease my living burden I just drift.

If the world is made of words

the sea is warm and dry -
gush after gush restoring me
till I go gaa... or die

Not remembering the word
I float in fresco-memory...

This is my whisper to the world
which is all that words are not:
Man is just his hubris hurled
out of your melting pot.

'Tea-Party'

If Apocalypse won't come to Earth
it is our weapon-rich Duty to bring Earth
to Apocalypse.

Happiness

was the air of heaven -
Became heaven on earth -
Became the American Dream -
Straight line from purity
to hedonism
From a state of grace -
Beauty of soul -
to the biggest business
on the planet -
Yet another oppressive goal
in a shell of shoals
of oppressive goals

Pop-stars get fabulous

fees to perform privately
for disgusting dictators.

No surprise.

Money attracts money
and the vulgar
attract the tasteless.

Art is the bed

that wealthy violence
sometimes sleeps in.

One principle

destroys all others :
the principle of ownership.

Anyone can found a religious sect.

So why aren't there even more of them ?