Category Archives: Blondin

EVERYDAY LIFE (DYING NORMALLY)

Going out there is no othercoming back there is no trace.As Eternity comes nearer-clearer,the brackets themselves have a smaller place. Meeting in a far-off futureyou will not recognise my facebut will turn away to your then-close familyin your then-dear corner … Continue reading

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HAVE A HAPPY WEEK!

“Empty-handed I comeand lo!the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable VoidAll is destroyed(and Nothing is lost!). Everything appears anew:good seeds flourish(and evil too). They said to the Poetat his birth,“Go! Love!Without the helpof anything on Earth.” A naked … Continue reading

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OWN GOAL

Cast up on a desert island,hut to be erected,food to be found. Making something I can call ‘my land’to protect and be protectedon my own ground. Another somewhereto be hot and cold in.A here (or there)to be young (grow old) … Continue reading

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I, ME, MINE

In the Beginning(or perhaps a little later)there was I. And then, because I was lonely,there was me. And we got on like a house on fire!And, so that we could have something in common,there was mine.And we got on like … Continue reading

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TO THE BELIEVERS IN OUR GOVERNMENTS

Do you really think the othersare any less stupid than you? All history is prejudiced and gossipy,all science misuse of the misunderstood. But nobody waits to understand.There is no timejump onuse ityou can’t refuse itit’ll make you happywhatsitmatter whatsitsfor? A … Continue reading

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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

This yearthe dead are blindand do not seem to hearour prayers.Nor do they seem to mindthat we now ownwhat they once thought was theirs. Herethey shed no tearat all the painthey left behind. Now,when they come again,they only findechoes of … Continue reading

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ARMISTICE DAY

‘Died some pro patria non dulce non et decor.’So Ezra Pound adapted Horace’s linesfor those whose sufferings for their nationhad bred a dull, dark, painful generationwith gloria cauterised from their minds. In the calendar their deaths are still recorded.Poppies and … Continue reading

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THE HAPPIEST OLD

The happiest oldhave nothing and don’t mind.The happiest youngare old before their time.Few these. The others are behind their years,suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fearsinto their twenties,and in their fortieshave appetitefor sins of twenty. But not the bite. .

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WHY DON’T YOU WANT TO KNOW?

Not knowing is a barreltumbling over Niagara:darkness withindanger without. Knowing is the full moonat midnightsplashing lightin the darkest corners. Wanting to knowis taking responsibilityfor the goodand the bad. Not wanting to knowis a skeleton in the cupboardand a bloody knifeunder … Continue reading

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A SHELL

A SHELLa big shellon a warm sand shelfbuilding long and strongout at last kept out. TIME to decidewhat’s insidefor inside meditationfor contemplation.Any answers? A SKULLa big skullwith a warm snug selfbuilding long and strongto keep out out. EYE, ear and … Continue reading

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