endless time

how would you feel
if everything happened forever
if every moment of your life was still ongoing
everything always in total contradiction
i want the unexpected
off script, dumbfound me
astonish me quick
with your attention to retail
when they finish the history books we’ll see
we just have to just accept the past
it happened

i think about time a lot, the hopeless impossibility of the past, its unchanging nature, its doubtful nature. do facts remain or do they change over time? i worry that the despots of the past, henry 8, pope urban, alexander the great, ghengis khan become sanitised by history. i dread a work 1000 years hence on which the crimes of fascism are forgotten or decontextualised and hitler is remembered as some great socialist leader. perhaps in an eerie, whitewashed slave globe.

it’s important to remember that the rich and powerful are only in it for themselves. the pharos put their slaves to death. the romans were a plunder economy. social democracy is not normal and if we want it we always have to fight for it.

love me like a holocaust

influenced by scottish ned culture
a natty factagonal
revolutionary rear guard
my interest is piqued,
love me like a holocaust
quirkful monogamy
unpromised and distant
transient specs
in the universal scheme
sonic balance
tripping me

who was influenced by scottish ned culture? pretty sure i read it on wikipedia. maybe it was gerry cinnamon. love me like a holocaust is a maniac reference. it was a difficult time. my mid life crisis was unwinding and i had sought refuge in the angsty left wing rock n roll of my teenaged years.

christmas cheer from ear to ear

i was sent from outer space
to complain about the traffic here
with christmas cheer from ear to ear
and elephants never forget new year
there is finite information
in any place at any time
but my question relates to the data
pertaining to time past
i mean, i feel the breath leave my body:
how can i get it back?

the last couple of years, my friends from university have sent me a christmas card which is a picture their son drew. they are always quite absurd, and i hope to receive more of them. being, essentially, an adult child, i like to try and reply with something on theme. so last year my christmas card was an elephant wearing a santa hat standing next to its igloo. i hope the tradition carries on, but d and k’s eldest son is in high school now so perhaps he will outgrow it. i certainly have no plans to outgrow drawing my own christmas card in response to anyone who sends me one they themselves have drawn.

no ai pish though.