time, again

we feel like time is all we have
when we are under its spell.
but we could abolish it
now,
not tomorrow,
neither yesterday,
in the universal now.
clocks and calendars
are metaphors for our
warped perception of a dimension
that we can not comprehend.

the earth is forever moving in space, such that the events of last week took place literally millions of miles away. are time and space one and the same? does time mean anything at all, on the universal scale? time is relative, even within a single planet there are an infinite permutations of 12 noon. in britain we run with greenwich time as a compromise to keep the trains punctual. but the sun isn’t directly overhead in greenwich while it’s immediately above lerwick.

christas traditions

a message from a fond reunion,
hidden in a bottle
overdrafting on my sidling savings
a big bright banging badhead
brings a boozeless bath
often when alone i think,
“this is exactly what an insane person would do”
and that means i am sane
i feel the agony of love
and recall that the future never happens

consequential couples day was covered in stanza 5 of the love epochal, published may 2025. i will quote as it explains it quite nicely:

every coincidental couple share or will share a day
(assuming all live lives that lap over and aside)
when one is either twice or half as old as their partner.
we only live in relation to each other:
brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, children we are all

anyway, the day that my love and i share is 11/1/1999. 1111 999. it’s a message from the universe. i don’t believe in soulmates. but some people do make a lot of sense for each other.

and the future does never happen: it appears that we are eternally doomed to live now, in the present.

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.

the failure and possible redemption of language

we don’t yet have the language
for the time in which we live
the 2010s, the 2020’s,
don’t feel lived in like the 90s
like naturally stressed 501s
two sizes too big
in every direction
y2k was the last mass adopted nickname
there is no confidence yet
in the unfolding millennium
so i propose a radical redetermination
y2k of d2k,
then d2k.1,
now 2k.2,
or, i posit “point two”
in practice

i mean obviously i don’t expect this to be taken on. its quite abstract. but i hope i can at least draw attention to what is a serious problem. we can’t be going around calling this the 20’s, it’s preposterous.

but you never know. this will probably go viral. by next week i will undoubtedly be a very famous poet and everyone will agree that this is d2k and maybe even that this is y2k.25? anyway, if we are going to live in the future, we should start talking in a befitting manner.