Poems and Dreams

After the incident, it felt like I just stopped writing, but I didn't.

My journal entries were a conscious discipline, a manuscript longer than anything I have ever written finally emerged, and I wrote poetry. It never occurred to me that I actually wrote quite a lot of poetry...

A few friends have been on at me to get it published. One particular friend wants me to create an anthology of the stuff and self publish, just so that some chums can have a copy - she isn't seeing it as a money making exercise. She has visions of, I think it may have been Chesca Potter, making a small book of her creations hand bound with green ribbon, a  beautiful thing.

But I am no crafter of that kind. Still, to collate the poems seemed like a good idea. It wasn't easy because I have seldom bothered with LJ tags, let alone used them correctly, and  seem to have deposited poems in random places all over the net/my pc/wherever.
Possibly a few have escaped. The ones I have are not all good, by any means, and the ones that are 'good' in terms of skill are not always alluring or enjoyable.  But still, it's useful to have them in one place.

Yesterday was Larians birthday. We were meant to be going out to see Superman vs Batman, but the weather was so atrocious, we stayed in with gorgeous food and wine instead - the wine was the stuff we got shipped back from Oz, a silken shiraz from the Two Hands vineyard. It was a good night.

Searching around for poems, I found this entry from last year:http://smokingboot.livejournal.com/547911.html

Maybe this dream was what prompted me to contact Dad and thank him for what he had done for me. Or maybe it was just a buried memory of the crazy Chinese fortune teller who, way back in the 80s, warned me to make peace with my father, or even a subconscious understanding that Dad was unlikely to be around much longer...Either way, thank you dreambrain. And thanks for the poetry too.

Cannibal Countries

http://johnpilger.com/articles/a-world-war-has-begun-break-the-silence-


Terrifying.

The problem with Pilger is, though I respect him very greatly as a journalist, I wonder if  he suffers from personal anti-Americanism. Is he prejudiced?

But he makes some undeniably good points here.  Mainstream news is almost a cosmetic industry in the West. What we read is slanted and sanitised even to the point of lies and/or silence. We really have not a clue what is going on outside our own borders, and the war against the poor is on every doorstep. Caught up in our own battles, even if shown the big picture, what choice is there and what can we do?

And we are comfortable enough, many of us. Pilger's right about the me-ness. It's become like some sixties Twilight Zone episode, when one is invited to dinner  only to realise that the meat on the menu is human...Looking around and noticing that everyone is tucking in, and either doesn't know or doesn't care. And in this imaginary episode, your choices are to join in, to unobtrusively abstain, you could point out the current cannibalism, you could try to stop them or you could try to sneak away.

And because nothing stops them, you just end up doing what it takes to make sure they don't all start devouring you...if you are lucky, you get to sneak away or just not eat the stuff, if you are lucky you can shout harmlessly.

If you are lucky.

How to change things? If they've got a taste for cannibalism, there's nothing to be done, except stay out of the kitchen, and pray they still like their food cooked.

And when everyone's too drunk to notice, you leave the ghastly meal, the  house, the town... how do you know they don't do the same elsewhere?  Where do you go?