Plog 27th January 2012

January 28th, 2012 Posted in Uncategorized

This Pantoum started as seven stanzas but extended as I felt the need to explain the peculiarities of its content. I am becoming more convinced of it now; but am sure that if I went on any longer I might get to the heart of the problem: these false dichotomies and empty polarities that so much political canvasing is based on.

My intention was not to wallow in inaction; but here’s the excuse: a Pantoum has to take the reader back to the first line. Circularity is part of the process.

So don’t bother reading this if you are looking for transcendental euphoria. But if you have the nerve to consider the fundamental flaws in the options Western politicians present us with, this might be enlightening.

Personally I am sure Eastern philosophy knows the way forward; so I am longing to learn.

Internally stalling between two fools
and the kaleidoscopes that they create.
Each of these clowns has his own set of rules.
I ‘m not on their wavelength, so hesitate.

and the kaleidoscopes that they create
reflect and refract. No straight line is seen.
I ‘m not on their wavelength, so hesitate.
then feel retarded – D’you know what I mean?

Reflect and refract. No straight line is seen.
Combustion forbids me to radiate
then feel retarded – D’you know what I mean?
At the very least, I’d like to see straight.

Combustion forbids me to radiate.
My energy’s all eaten up inside.
At the very least I’d like to see straight,
With some kind of confidence on my side.

My energy’s all eaten up inside
By a pair of fools, who take the biscuit.
With some kind of confidence on my side
I could feed something more than statistics.

By a pair of fools who take the biscuit
When not covering face with custard pies
I could feed something more than statistics
If validity was discrete from size

When not covering face with custard pies
The first clown’s a chancer. His answers scoff
If validity was discrete from size
Maybe his facetiousness would wear off.

The first clown’s a chancer. His answers scoff
The other’s serious, he’ll have you know
Maybe his facetiousness would wear off
If competitive compulsion would go

The other’s serious, he’ll have you know
He demands the right to assert himself
If competitive compulsion would go
He might have the chance to enjoy his health

He demands the right to assert himself
No one can deny him. No one listens
He might have the chance to enjoy his health
If he wasn’t a man on a mission
No one can deny him. No one listens
The ring master has his own rounds to make
If he wasn’t a man on a mission
He’d be a moron too dumb to be fake

The ring master has his own rounds to make
Each of these clowns has his own set of rules
He’d be a moron too dumb to be fake
Internally stalling between two fools.

Please, if anyone has comments on the content of this poem or suggestions for a brighter solution, drop me a line.



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  1. Sally
    29. January 2012

    Ahh it makes sense now I see what its about, I love it! but on the topic…

    Maybe the two fools work perfectly to help everyone realise that the only power for change we have is within ourselves x

  2. Katrina
    29. January 2012

    Yes Sally,

    Thank you for visiting!

    They say: “Never dismiss your gut instinct”, because as John Sterling pointed out: ‘Instinct is intelligence incapable of self-consciousness.’

    Hugs,
    Katrina

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