A space for conversations in a time of global disruption
Posted originally at www.lifescape.org.uk, 25.9.2011
On one level this feels like a very ordinary time. The early Autumn weather in Pembrokeshire is brisk and damp but still balmy – the seas still warm. The summer walks on the beach and the headlands have embedded me here – helping me take root in this place I have chosen to live. We drive over the hills to the gym and the sea unfolds as we approach Fishguard. We shop when we…Continue
In the Sahara
one grain of sand is alive:
find it, treasure us.
Added by Clifford John Vodden on October 3, 2011 at 12:57 — No Comments
Spin on, crazy world:
you're drunk with power, and your
soul has cirrhosis.
Added by Clifford John Vodden on October 3, 2011 at 12:54 — No Comments
So long, gorillas,
your time is up: you're wasting
Added by Clifford John Vodden on October 3, 2011 at 12:51 — No Comments
We want jam today,
and tomorrow, jam today:
every day, more jam.
Added by Clifford John Vodden on October 3, 2011 at 12:49 — No Comments
Roast chicken, roast beef,
roasted peanuts, roasted Earth:
find the odd one out.
Added by Clifford John Vodden on October 3, 2011 at 12:44 — No Comments
Regret city gone.
Wrong type of bomb used - nuclear.
Culprit has been fired.
Added by Clifford John Vodden on October 3, 2011 at 12:39 — No Comments
In books, a house built
on sand: but our world's built on
Added by Clifford John Vodden on October 3, 2011 at 12:33 — No Comments
when I wake
the weight of this
whole fractured earth
comes and drums on my chest –
this pain that is
mine, and yours, everyone's –
and yet and yet
too there is nothing
more beautiful than this fragile…
The grim figure of continuing economic collapse curls a hand around Europe: Greece, Italy, and the UK, shudder in its embrace. With its other limb, it reaches overseas to deliver a bony high-five to the maelstrom of destructive hyper capitalism let loose in the US; this is a narrative of…Continue
... and will you sing to God:
"Anything You can do we can do better,"
as you package a piece of the sun
and carefully place it in Pandora's little box
to threaten your enemies with?
And your enemies will shudder and think:
"We too must have a magic box
full of the sun's enriching power."
And when the last ant crawls across the…Continue
Added by Clifford John Vodden on September 25, 2011 at 8:44 — No Comments
Hark, I hear the herald monsters ping.
They're all rushing to join a gadget machine,
it tells them who they are, sometimes,
or not, as the case may be.
But it's good fun and everyone is doing it.
... trapped in a rotten civilization
well past its sell-by date,
adding endless glitzy gadgets to disguise the stench.
"Hey Mars is next,
we just need to upgrade
the weapons of mass destruction first."
But I see your face, Mr Death,…Continue
Added by Clifford John Vodden on September 21, 2011 at 21:40 — No Comments
North of the wild coast, you turn left towards the fire,
wait for the morning, head for the horizon
take twenty five steps and dig for treasure.
Descend the waiting well of the world,
fire up in the magma, accelerate beyond earth
drift beyond gravity in the slipstream of angels.
Follow their deception to an empty heartbeat
– two, three, four - inviting love, insufficient
to sustain life without survival needs being…Continue
Added by Steve Thorp on September 18, 2011 at 15:35 — No Comments
To wander the ruins of a civilization, walk along avenues invented by the imagination of the archeologist - for invention it surely is, far more than a faithful reconstruction - is to take part in an elaborate masque. A brick wall raised here, a fresco placed there where it might be most picturesque…Continue
Just came across William Morris' News From Nowhere ... then the next day it's referenced in Penny Red's blog (who had a cracking piece on the London riots) in her blog post here:
~ tide retreating unhurried, mouse-bit blewitts, earthstars, chanterelles, first wild autumn cyclamen, oak king ageing but the new hard green nodules of acorns for the new gods standing clear of their cups, shiny new conkers irresistible to the palm to the tongue, woodpeckers, holly berries red, a raucousness of duck and the gulls' flurry, mudflats slack, trees on the cusp (green…Continue
Added by Stranger on September 10, 2011 at 23:30 — No Comments
A few years back I wrote this and its become a bit of manifesto for me. Seems relevant to some of our discussions.
I want, I want
a sparse, clean life;
a small, stone house,
Around it the wind will
swirl and boom,
yet stir no emotion.
I do not wish to be buffeted,
or soaked to the skin by
spiking hill rain,
I want to sit cosily with