Tag Archives: Jungle

NEW RECRUITS TO THE GUARDROOM

Posted on January 11, 2022 by Universal Octopus

On Tuesday after a silenceof three months,suddenly,where the junglethrows evening shadows over the bougainvilleas,all the cicadas shouted out at once;stretching and releasing their tymbalslike the shimmering and vibratingof a thousand silver cymbals. No notices were posted on the trees.No announcements … Continue reading →

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LORD OF THE JUNGLE

Posted on July 16, 2021 by Universal Octopus

In the Jungle of the Worldand the tangle of the Senseswe build us hutsof mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences.“This is ME! This is MINE!”is the burden of our song. We cannot see, still less define,that pain … Continue reading →

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EGO EGO LORD OF THE JUNGLE

Posted on February 14, 2021 by Universal Octopus

My task(and yours)is(and always has been); to get rid of you and meto get rid of us and themto get rid of was and will beto get rid of should and shouldn’t beto get rid of might and mightn’t. Is(and … Continue reading →

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MEO

Posted on June 28, 2020 by Universal Octopus

He has dirty feet;“Washing is dangerouswash much, sicken and die.”He wears a short black jacketand floppy black trousers.A large silver lock hangs round his neck.She has a blue jacketand a tightly pleated kiltof hemp and cottonwith heavily embroideredand weighted black … Continue reading →

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RIGHT VIEW

Posted on March 20, 2020 by Universal Octopus

In the Jungle of the Worldand the Tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences. ‘This is me! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading →