Day 24 — a scientist speaks + gargoyles respond

Irony aplenty in today’s topic as the poems take a decided shift (I think they’re going to anyway) away from what’s been before. You’ll understand why at the end of this poem …

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Runaway Gargoyle

There is : general scientific agreement : that the most : likely manner : in which mankind : is influencing the global climate : is through carbon dioxide release : from the burning of fossil fuels : there are : some : potentially catastrophic events : that must be considered : rainfall might get heavier : in some regions : other places might turn to desert : some countries : would have their : agricultural output : reduced : or destroyed : man has a window : before the need : for hard decisions : regarding changes : in energy strategies : become critical : once the effects are measurable : they might not be : reversible

so spake : highly respected : senior scientist : James F. Black : waaay back in the 70’s : (words his : formatting mine)

the twist in the tail : the kick in the pants : the punch in the gut : the knife in the heart : the stab in the back : the sell the whole damn world down the river just for greed’s & profits’ sake :

is that Black : was a lead scientist : for fossil fuel giant Exxon : but rather than : heeding its own scientists’ warnings : it : & every petrochemical company since : has waged the most aggressive : PR deny & deflect campaign : snow job : contesting the scientific evidence : using all their : (not inconsiderable) : wealth & power : to lobby : purchase politicians : stymy global protocols : & to block : absolutely anything : & everything : even to the point : of purchasing : green competitors & technologies : only to shut them down : repressing : every : single : thing : (i repeat trying not to get hysterical) : aimed at curbing : their carbon polluting : cash cow : which is slowly : (& more & more so : swiftly) : killing : our : only : home

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Day 24 — TIL about the original gargoyles

irony overload

knowing : what i know now : that fact that : exxonmobile’s original company : vacuum oil : used a gargoyle : as its logo : portrays : next : level : irony

given people : once believed : gargoyles protect : the buildings : they guard  — not pillage them : that they could : ward off evil spirits — not rape the planet & poison the air

some christian legends : state : gargoyles are : monsters : that attack people

& aside from keeping water : off of buildings : on churches : they supposedly : remind sinners : of the terror of evil : gargoyles : were meant to : shake you : quake you : make you : fear : hell & the devil

all of which : seem eminently reasonable : emotions to feel : about the richest : most immoral : entities : the world : has ever known

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

Day 09 – oligarchs + dragons

Today’s main poem has exploded. I’ve been collecting billionaire facts & memes for several years & today I began the exciting but overwhelming task of trying to poetify some of them. There are currently about 7 sections (the borders are amorphous) some are datapoems, others more like actual poems, one is quite lyrical. They’ve been fun to play with (& I don’t think I’m finished yet). They make a nice sequence (even if that too is ever-changing.)

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idols? false

II
how much is a billion?

postulation 2.1 — basically the same

if you believe billionaires 
are just, like, slightly richer 
millionaires !! think again

a million seconds 
is 11.5 days

a billion seconds 
is thirty one years !! six months !!!
plus a handful of loose days !
(the maths eventually got too complicated for me)

postulation 2.2 — conclusion

billionaires ! are ! immoral

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Day 09 – TIL about the truth concerning dragons

the truth concerning dragons

In the Old English saga the dragon 
was once a wealthy king 
jealously hoarding  & brooding 
until selfishness & avarice
turned him into a monster
— till Beowulf kills him

Smaug amassed vast loot in his Lonely 
Mountain lair plundering Middlearth 
over millennia stealing from hapless mortals
hoarding gold  Elvish armour  dwarven gems
— till Bard kills him

who says fiction doesn’t teach us how to deal with real-world issues?

Day 08 – poem about gifts

Blue_Moon_CROP

Arrrggghhh! Can’t seem to shake this subject. Despite several poems worked on today, the two I was considering for today’s post somehow didn’t seem to stack up, so had to go for this fallback. New subject matter tomorrow, I promise (I hope).

the gifts of the luni

every night the moon leaves me gifts
like a cat depositing nightkill on my mat

this week on the wall by the back door
a rectangular jewel box, waiting to be buried

above the kitchen blind, a sliver of laser light
as i stumble out for an insomniacal glass

repainting the window in my bedroom
into a mirror which reflects undreamt dreams

on the drive home it rezones the countryside
into a dimension far beyond the fourth

even its gilding of the boxangular city
until it is almost beautiful enough

to star in its own fairy tale