Antenna

Antenna

Monday, 12 March 2012

CONFESSION

i confess
i'm scared
scared for the past
scared for the present
and scared for the future
scared by the horrors that civilisation is inflicting on our planet
scared by the misery that it is bringing to the world's people
scared by the havoc it is wreaking on all the beautiful plants and creatures
fearful of the future for those i love
in particular
my precious daughter
and my tiny nephew
too young to understand what is happening
or what is coming
this predicament holds humanity in its pincers
it pushes us between a rock and a hard place
it crushes us like a vice
we lack the wisdom to understand
we lack the courage to be face the truth
and we lack the heart to care
i confess that i am in despair
and yet i know that despair is a necessary precursor
to an effective response

BEAUTIFUL NAKED WOMEN

...are only a click away
on other websites...
so why do you ignore
the mounds of patiently photoshopped pixellated flesh?
the copious other distractions of both the real and virtual worlds
to visit Death Of A God?
what brings you here, my faithful friend?
if you are in search of levity
you will more than likely be disappointed
the occasional bad pun aside
levity has been in short supply on here for quite some time
though who knows when it may resurface
like a dolphin coming up for air
insightful analysis?
i flatter myself
infotainment?
i doubt it, although i do my best
google search gone wrong?
most probably
art?
poetry?
music?
they are most of what i have to give
sheer curiosity?
i'm just curious
whatever it is
my visitors are a select band of brothers and sisters
and i humbly and gratefully welcome you into my peculiar world
with thanks for your companionship
for your patience
and for your bonhomie

Saturday, 10 March 2012

ASLEEP-AWAKE

I wrapped myself up
In the warmth of the blankets
I turned out the light
And I tucked myself in
I buried my face
In the black of the pillow
To banish the nightmares
That fought to creep in

I slept fitfully
Tossed and turned restlessly
There in the darkness
Alone with my fears
As the moonlight
Spread his cold fingers
As the dew
Shed her soft tears

Asleep to reality
Asleep to possibility
Asleep to my destiny
Fast asleep

I stirred from my dreams
Distant voices were calling
The cry of a stranger
The howl of a wolf
I awoke from my slumbers
To the cold light of morning
A sense of great danger
A moment of truth

I drew back the curtains
Threw open the window
I drank in the birdsong
Breathed in the cool air
I danced round the garden
I scrambled through hedges
I tumbled through meadows
Without any care

Awake to reality
Awake to possibility
Awake to my destiny
Wide awake

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

GRATITUDE

a student sneers at my description of 'a person i admire'
a brave man who catalogues the problem of civilization with great eloquence
"how can an american citizen complain about his country?"
admittedly the student in question hails from a middle-eastern dictatorship
with an even less subtle approach to authoritarianism than in the us-uk
but it gets me thinking
should we really be grateful for this culture?
thankful for belonging to a culture of abusers
rather than bearing the burden of the abused?
the 'wretched of the earth'?
what is it that i'm protesting about?
how fortunate i am to live in a liberal democra$y
what more could my heart possibly desire?

OPTIONS

one thing i think i need to get straight in my head
and on this here blog too
the problem is not people per se
it's the prevailing culture
it's easy to come over all misanthropic but that would be wrong
i don't want to make it so easy
for the civilised to dismiss me out of hand
there are the abusers and the abused
the natural world falling into the latter category
but when a person is born into this abusive culture
a brand new stone-age baby
the opt-in is pretty much automatic
no-one asks the baby whether it buys into the great machine
the uncontested religion
the god of consumption
no one asks baby if it approves of decimating the planet
systematically cutting off its life-support systems
for the sake of profit and greed
just so that we in the 'rich world' can all go on driving around in our jeeps
or consuming the latest i-pads and kindles
or taking hot showers
or putting on our central heating
or whatever level of unsustainable technology you wanna propose
so what about opting out?
well that's the difficult bit
because to survive in this culture
opting out is a pretty tough business
most of the avenues have long since been blocked
how to opt out of the water authority
that pipes stolen water from a welsh reservoir
in a dammed (damned) mountain valley
to a large conurbation
where the local landbase's supply of fresh water
has long ago been sullied and poisoned?
i dunno
a complete opt-out is practically impossible
unless you're ray mears
but a partial withdrawal is not
to take a few examples off the top of my barnet
rejecting car ownership is a form of withdrawal
it says: "i refuse to buy into the car-manufacturing and owning culture"
tearing up loyalty cards is another
it says: "i refuse to be a slave to your brand and boost your profits
to supply you with free data about my purchasing habits
all for the sake of a few measly crumbs from your table"
cancelling direct debits is a third kind
it says "i refuse to give up my right to settle my bills myself
when - and not until - i am good and ready"
these may be more or less trivial examples
(i'm sure you can think of better ones)
but they show that there are degrees of opting in and out
that there are choices to be made
so this is what i'm wrestling with right now
how far can i opt out?
and to what degree do i still opt in?

Sunday, 4 March 2012

PROPAGANDA NEWSFLASH

two media buzzphrases of the moment:
'job snobbery'
'anti-business snobbery'
cynical inventions of cleggameron's marketing drones
specious low-grade propaganda
classic examples of the abuser blaming the victim
for those without jobs
cannot serve
or are perhaps unwilling to serve
their masters
unable or unwilling to labour
to be employed
used
profited from
capitalised upon
worn out
and discarded
as for business
what is money-making
if not converting the living
into the dead?

Saturday, 3 March 2012

LOVE AND RAGE REVISITED

love
love for the natural world
for the innocent
the weak
the vulnerable
the defenceless
the pristeen
the beautiful
the sacred
love for life
wilderness
nurture
compassion
truth

rage
rage against the machine
against the aggressors
the abusers
the capitalists
the civilised
the psychopaths
the murderers
the ugly and the twisted
against those who would concrete over
every last inch of this planet
rage against entitlement
money
lies
death
and other false gods