The Amazing Tree: Our Mother, Nature

Think of:

A great enshadowing tree which is personified, a great mother who binds all living things together in the manifold embrace of her leaves and branches... No man or woman is limited to him or herself, but each is joined to others by the means of this tree, diffused like a mist among all the people and places that he or she has encountered.

J Hillis Miller on the narrator of Mrs Dalloway

The Sony Poet

He liked to flash the Queens head about,
and roll it into a tube.
Brand new Nikes and a hat to match.

Colour, not the label.
Signed by Sony!
Oh those walkmans,
So robust.

Looking for the ears that pricked
his French accent twirled about.
“I rap you see.”
Another poet! Urban too.
The legion did you say?
Racking up lines on the outskirts
of the modern courts

I’m touching fame

His scaled legs dipped in dye
to match his hat and trainers.
“Boy meets girl.
And girl.
She meet boy,
That IS what’s important!”

Oh. The Red, it offends me.

Procrastination

Okay, I am sure by the subject of this entry you can see my predicament. I do have a lot to do.
Honestly.....
A horrible amount. Its terrifying hence sitting here in this stupor.

In the wanderings of my mind I decided that I should restart an online blog. A place to Muse over things etc.
I hope this will restart a little bit of creativity in my writing.
A chance to discover a new authorial voice that I am so desperately searching for. I feel as though I'm grasping at straws when ever I write anything down. It is like a concept which seemed so much better before it was defined.

What new sound is generating from this generation?
What are our beliefs?

There's a pacifier, shoved roughly into my mouth.
We are ants.
What difference can be done?
Winding through
layer upon layer upon layer upon layer of slightly broken ideals.
This shit it's up to my knees!
How can we be free when Ronald; Our childhood friend
tricked us, the money grabbing thief.
No wonder we are so afraid of clowns.

Careful its hot!
No, you don't say!
Although which one of these drones
will complain when its ice cold?

First past the post, make a difference and vote.

So we came out in our hundreds.
Yet his charming smile,
followed right behind a Scripted Baboon.

Now petrol is dear
and it's okay for you beat your wife,
sure cover her up.
We are far too civilised for all THAT.

My elders, the wiser
are you happy you fell for his face?
Remember his pictures with his guitar.
Do you feel cheated?
I do, and I couldn't vote.