My People

see What Is Normal? by Simon Critchley

All I know about My People

Is that they’re from somewhere far north

Migrated from somewhere far east

Descended from somewhere far above

Like us all

We’ve forgotten our powers I’m afraid to say

Here we go

Electrical immersion into sultry summer heat

Plug me in to this base bass line beat

Instant colour shape line rollercoaster ride

Madness, I have my seat

Flood our empty echoing beckoning halls,

Memory and mind

We have never been so alive

and so open before

We are dancing and f*cking in our freedom to access

The darkness inside

All we need is a little nudge and we’ll move

Closer to the door

Because we probably don’t care anymore

And we no longer have to hide

Supplication

You’re aiming too big she said that’s maybe

Your problem you know if you aim too big

All that’s left to happen to you is

Contraction her hands move in to squash

The atoms in this room together into a

Tight ball as she says you need to start small

And people don’t make it on their own

Stare into the bright white light

Ask, for I know only a little

If you would avail yourself of

This chance to help out a fellow seer

I would trade this knowledge I have in return

For it is a universe in my mouth

In this small space

You dream too big she said

Can a person dream too big I said

Yes she said

(see Nuclear Winter)

Die duiwel se musiek

"The universe, as has been observed before,

is an unsettlingly big place, a fact, which,

for the sake of a quiet life, most people

tend to ignore.  Many would happily move

to somewhere rather smaller of their

own devising, and this is what most

beings, in fact, do."  

-Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy

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photo by Cassie Lee - Rhini (Coffee Bay), South Africa

Some new verse for the new year...

DIE DUIWEL SE MUSIEK

There it is again: that talk of the City,

That tingle in my base chakra,

The muffled far-off hooting,

The low moan and hum of movement,

Alone and free with unlimited space and time,

The smell of coffee and warmth, new music:

Sensation

Each little sound, the silence

The life, the expression, the art, and

The little holes and niches in the walls

Tucked away in secret places

Where everyone goes when the act is over

And the day is done

________

OK, NOW

Talking in rhyme and accent

I celebrate my blood with verse

A magickly acquired dome of light

Burns my right arm as I drive

And I realise I define

My own space at all times

Using my left hand instead of my right

Always sharpening points and changing my mind

Chilling my spine with sunshine and white cloud

Spinning webs and sling-shotting round mountains

Connecting with Earth, topless

Feeling her grind and moan at rush hour

She is sultry and sexual

We cramp her, we crowd her

But when the megalithic landscape

Beds down for the night

Earth comes in your fitfully free dream state

I really feel the cold

(My brother, he’s out there)

When the cursing gets worse

(My sister, she’s reading)

I’ve waited, for so long, to die

It hasn’t happened.

I live beyond each point

And pay avid attention to the detail now

No longer living for an end, The End

In a Spirit so vast, so enormous

I maintain a watch on my lands purely for news

And information

The curve of the sunspot across the sky, I’m open

We’ll show you our Yonis and make you cry

You’ll find release

Uh...

Relief and release

I like your flies

They remind me of wrath and holy inquiry

I spit my truths

You let me listen to your story

We like to do it over wine, red wine

But equally so we meet
For tea and sweets

And smiling treats