Ideas above your station,

December 8, 2008 at 6:17 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 10 Comments
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vast slowtumbling caravan
cascades filling the sky
with imminent drama,
pink and grey some
obvious stockman charade,

you don’t need god to be good
son or a piece of shop-bought
tinsel draped on some dying tree

you see the sky boy,
now run inside there
and get your mum,

Hating Walt Disney (1)

November 2, 2008 at 9:23 am | Posted in writing | 13 Comments
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There was a time when societies were held together by mutually agreed mythodologies. Because the whole is more than the sum of its parts, a surplus was created. A harvest, enough through cooperation and hard work and open sharing of experience gained, hidden in the common mythodology, to last through winter. Let’s have a party.

Then certain mutations in the evolution of thought, ones who had some drive to conquer and control and they would off and explore and find something unknown, unnamed, new territory to claim. They had a purpose and were usually under the control of very strong women.

Then suddenly they bumped into each other at the border between some desert and some mountain range and everything was owned that could be. I hate Walt Disney. He took the fundamental myths which held our world together and turned them into advertisements for the basest kind of empty consumption, you feed this to your children and their minds will be distorted. It is an evil magic they weave. What shall we do now all these mutant beings have gained control of everything?

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