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Day 23 — Marlowe MashUp + History

In the past week I’ve read the same poem in three different anthologies. It’s unusual for me to have read so many anthologies during NaPoWriMo (normally it might only be one or even none, I tend to prefer volumes by a single poet) but I’ve felt a stronger desire for variety this month — & anthologies definitely give you that. Except in regards to this poem. I took it as a sign. 

Today’s poem is a tweak on the Shakespeare focus I usually have on this day. It is a reworked version of Marlowe’s, The Passionate Shepherd to His Love. 

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The Passionate Capitalist to His Doom

Come frack with me and be my doom, 
And we will all the world’s riches groom, 
Those Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, 
Woods, or steepy mountain yields. 

And we will tear up every rock, 
Strip the Shepherd from his flock, 
Pump our waste into River waters 
& so Create infertility in our daughters.

Poison aquifers, ramp up your ire, 
Enable tap water to be lit on fire: 
And if these pursuits fill you not with gloom, 
Come frack with me, and cause our doom. 

Capitalist Bastards shall rip and plunder 
Turn the world utterly asunder: 
If these delights in thy mind do bloom, 
Then frack with me, and cause our doom.

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Day 23 – TIL  some things about Christopher Marlowe

Marlowe: A Potted History 

Marlowe’s nickname was Kit
& like a more modern KITT
was a Knight Rider who served 
as one of the Virgin Queen’s spies ;
a shadowy flight into the dangerous 
world of a man who did not exist.

Was once arrested for counterfeiting 
coins in Holland ; a crime punishable 
by death, but … nothing happened.

Some say : he should’ve been
executed for his terrible
translations of ancient verse
particularly Ovid’s book 
of love pomes , Amores.

Symbolically killed in 1593
cos Bill Shaxpere no longer 
had time to be both him
                                         & himself 

Day 22 — calefaction + comfort zones

Too often, my first drafts while researching topics are a bit heavy-handed, a bit dry. This one I like because it’s more ethereal. More elegant. I probably shouldn’t post it in its entirety. But I must: I like it. And the Poetic Factoid is just fun.

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The Horse-Powered Apocalypse 

She doesn’t rustle branches.
Hair doesn’t ruffle.
She doesn’t arch up like a wave.
Earth doesn’t tremble.

She is subtle, predatory.
Something almost unholy.
She sneaks, thief-like
but ends by committing assault.

She is vital, active, brutal.
Kills more every year than guns.
Yet we rarely consider her.
We scoff at and scorn her.

She is extreme. She is coming
Correction.       She.   Is.   Here.

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Day 22 — TIL about comfort zones

rift valley thermostat

as a general rule
our genes love heat
preferring desert 
island paradises
to ice-covered 
coldilocks zones

the majority of times 
when we can choose 
how our air is conditioned 
preferred temperature 
is a low humidity 22°c

a combination 
that closely resembles
humanity’s east 
african birthplace 
where we first walked 
hundreds of thousands 
of years ago

Day 21 — dominion & Dominions

This is a poem/idea I’m pretty pleased with. It took a few goes to find exactly what worked best, but when I figured it out, I was extremely chuffed. It’s a visual poem which I think by using less, says a lot.

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Extractive Dominion 
Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the fowl of the air and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth. Genesis 1:28

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Day 21 — TIL about conflicting information about Dominions

the duty of Dominions

in a strange : etymological irony : the angelic order : known as dominions : lords of the lower choirs : humanity : have been variously ascribed : a range of roles : within creation’s : governance

but most often : their mission is to administer : our universe : control the elements : supervise sun, moon, & stars : keep the planets rotating : oversee seasons : every aspect of nature : basically

it seems : they have become : derelict : in their duty

Day 20 — winter sports + *bling*

Another poem inspired by my housemate’s weekend activities, writing sitting, baking, as my iPhone screen overheated. I love today’s Factoid.

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Round 2: winter sports

admittedly it’s been over 30 years
since i last donned the sprigs 
& dashed out into the mud
as bewildered teenage boy
in the middle of his gap year 
on his way to university 
still terribly uncertain 
of his own personality, his destiny 

however 

one thing for certain
neverever sunburned
watching or playing 
winter sports before 
like i did today 
sitting on the sidelines
tentatively keeping score
through the heat haze

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Day 20 – TIL I’ve gone back to a fact I found a couple of days that I just couldn’t let go.

*bling*

one page told me
pirates believed
gold earrings 
improved 
their eyesight

& i didn’t seek 
corroboration
because i so want
this to be true
i’d be crushed if it wasn’t

Day 19 — Reef + 10,000

Love a good pun. & irony. So ironical puns. Brilliant. Even if the topic is depressing as hell & makes me want to drink bleach.

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Great Barrier Grief

Australians are experts in irony
(& coaly, but that’s a different topic) 
hence why we’ve built a mega-massive 
coal transport terminal on the coast
bordering the Great Barrier Reef 
the only living structure visible from space

hey! we gotta get these coal-filled 
show boats to China & Indonesia somehow

— it’s not our fault there’s a few bits of coral in the way 

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Day 19 – TIL about reefs

10,000 years 

by midcentury, pretty much every reef 
in the world will be crumbling ruins

— gone after enduring 250 million years

in a blink of geological time, they’ll return
but it’ll be 10,000 years before we see a reef again

— assuming “we” even survive ourselves 

Day 18 — vision + OH&S for our eyes

The book of poetry I read yesterday was a welcome relief. Winning Words: Inspiring Poems for Everyday Life this book really does live up to its blurb. Reading/researching climate change can be extremely depressing/debilitating. There’s a lot of hard work to be done … & it really does feel like a near impossible task. But reading so many of these poems made me feel excited & alive & tingled with hope & optimism & what not. So I wanted to try capturing that in my poem. 

I tied it in with a wonderful Joel Pett cartoon which became a meme in its own right. A disgruntled man right up the back of the auditorium of a Climate summit asks fellow conference goer a frustrated question. Only the first verse is shared.

The Poetic Factoid is a perfect example of the form. Me being silly.

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vision
What if it’s a big hoax & we create a better world for nothing?

What if we : take better care : of our home : of the natural world
. : value it : appreciate it for what it is : rather than what it can give us
What if we : redress : past inequalities : lift people out of poverty :
. : end the immorality : of billionaires
What if we : make the world : fairer : for every human 
. : regardless : of which country : they call home
. : remove the reasons : people flee their homelands

…

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Day 18 – TIL about OH&S for your vision 

20-20-20 vision 

when working at our screens
apparently we should 
be employing
the 20-20-20 rule

look at something twenty 
feet away every twenty 
minutes for twenty 
seconds

turns out i’ve been doing this for years
but bosses got made at me
called it — daydreaming!

Day 17 — fallow + souls

The Climate Change book I finished today concludes with several chapters on fertility — both the earth’s & the author’s. In so doing she mentions a beautiful word I have long loved & long wanted to use in a poem. That word is fallow. The poem isn’t quite there, though the verse I’m gonna share, is close. It also prompted a parallel poem instead of a Poetic Factoid.

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fallow

by growing single crops super-intensively
the brutal industrial-agricultural industry
has abandoned an ancient methodology
for keeping the earth fertile — they forget fallow

so desperate are they for continuous every increasing
crop yields they dump on (usually chemical) fertiliser, irrigate heavily 
& dump more chemicals on to kill the weeds, insects & other pests 
that thrive on monoculture

more traditional agricultural societies 
use natural methods to maintain soil fertility 
including allowing fields to lie fallow 
rest, regenerate and re-submit energy into the soil
often by planting nitrogen-fixing legumes 
like beans into a variety of crops grown side by side. 

but even if the moderns can’t do this
they can allow fields to rest fallow
let the dirt grow dormant, 
go quiet, move more slow
rest recuperate recharge

fallow also works in humans

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Day 17 A special +1 poem

A love poem with a difference. 100 years.

fallowsoul

Souls, like farm fields,
need to lie fallow for a time
before returning richer than before
so rest now in that far off fallow gold sea
— & may we meet again in the years that follow

Day 16 — missing fish + a trilogy of fish fun facts

There’s lots of research concerning the devastation caused by BP’s 2010 Deepwater Horizon 3 month long oil leak around the Gulf of Mexico. This poem, explores one of the least reported/appreciated consequences. One which didn’t make the news cycle because the effects weren’t felt for three, four, five years — but the experts, the fishermen of the gulf knew what was happening. [3 longish verses aren’t being published.]

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missing fish

missing fish don’t make 
the news ; there’s no dramatic footage

no bodies wash onto beaches
just thousands of bubbles of nothing

following BP’s deepwater disaster
fish embryos didn’t grow

…

missing fish don’t make 
the news … but they should

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Day 16 – TIL a lot of fish related fun facts. (Ironically, at this point last year I wrote my flamingo triptych which was one of the highlight poems of last season. Today I find myself with lots & lots of fish facts, so I decided to replicate the idea.)

fish triptych

i. 
something odd (& gross) is happening 
in the waters of Britain
— a third of all male fish are changing 
sex due to human sewage pollution

ii. 
Atlantic hagfish produce enough slime 
in a minute to fill a bucket — no, no
i don’t care about the size of the bucket
that’s all the information i need, cheers

iii.
fish “speak” using a variety 
of low-pitched sounds 

they grunt : moan : & boom ; hiss : 
& whistle ; croak : creak : shriek : & wail

they rattle bones : gnash teeth
noisemake by jiggling muscles : 

against : their swim bladder
— ahhh : kindred spirits : who knew?

Day 15 —  FOGhead + radar 

The Festival of Grief feels somewhat lessened this time around. Perhaps partly because I. of the publication of my poetry books last year. And II. Because only one date falls into Na/GloPoWriMo timeframe. And just for today I’m ignoring the Poetic Factoid component to write a second free form poetical sketch.

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FOGhead

My foggy head has ached all morning
& I cannot understand why
Grateful outside is a slow still day
The only anniversary this year
As Easter Sunday was the last 
Mad day of a manic March

I sit underneath the sunshine
& hear the multiplicity of birds 
Who share my trees carry on
Countless continuous conversations
Always moving through air urgent
To be some where they are not

Whereas it is my everlasting wish
To be wherever you are when you went

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Day 15 – TI Ignored the Poetic Factoid assignment 

interdimensional radar

as much as i want 
to take pain relief
to less the graine

i also don’t in case
it’s caused by you 
trying to get through

Day 14 — world peace + snow

Today’s poetry book was a collection of (second rate) haiku-poems. The author himself described them as haiku-poems to differentiate between them & traditional/proper haiku. So I likewise decided to attempt a few haiku-esque poetry today 1) because they’re short & I’m tired & 2) because I have a tendency to overwrite so forcing brevity is good. They’re based on a prompt: what’s standing in the way of world peace? They mostly adhere to the supposed traditional rules of haiku. Except for the Poetic Factoid. All were written based on notes taken over the past couple of weeks. 

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… in world peace’s way

i.
inequality
tax the rich right now
kill billionaires

ii.
dogma of all kinds
cold organised religion
believe & let believe

iii.
imaginary 
when superstition outweighs 
observable truth

iv.
lack of empathy
certainty in one’s rightness
apathy (too much)

v.
i’m 100% certain 99% of us just 
want quiet peaceful lives yet we let 
1% of sociopaths run everything

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Day 14 – TIL  how easy it is to cook the system when you’re tired

A “traditional” haiku
this line has five  beats
seven  syllables go here
back to five  now  snow