You say I see the world as monochrome – No texture and without tonality. The truth for you grows wild: reality Springs forth, connected, plural, as rhizome. Perhaps it’s true; I’d rather be at home Within the comfort of fixed certainty, For here amidst truth’s many pleats I see The wholeness seen across each movingContinue reading “The Truth is Three Persons (For Gilles Deleuze)”
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Apologetic
You’ve heard, of course, how Blaise Pascal played dice – An arbitrary way to find the truth, As though the logic, weighed up in a trice (A coin tossed in the air), could render proof Redundant. Can eternity be found In such impulsive propositions? We Feel that faith should demand much surer ground. All theContinue reading “Apologetic”
Remembrance
These tragedies that war upon the screen, These day-to-day reminders that all’s sick: They cut into our vision as we dream And lie within stale hearts. The silent prick Of death we can repress, but not the waves That fight like foes upon our passive shores, Waging war where war was not. The graves ThatContinue reading “Remembrance”
Sonnet for the Mad Philosophers
Of course they all had their own complexes: Excessive longings of the silent heart And disorders of the solar plexus. Guilt too played its nagging, primal part: That drive which came from God-knows-where to minds Now smart enough to fear but not to change. Plato jumped at shadows behind the blinds; Descartes saw lying demonsContinue reading “Sonnet for the Mad Philosophers”
Post-Cup Fatigue
This morning you looked nice, I understand, Just like a groom on his proud way to church, But now your tie’s undone and you can’t stand Unless the lamp-post guides you as you as you lurch. Your partner calls and indicates the way, But legs – unsteady things at best – have schemes That thwartContinue reading “Post-Cup Fatigue”
Operation Jazz
Who comes here? They have grey hair mostly, to Complement these grey wristbands. The weekend Set aside for jazz, I suppose they hail, Like us, from the city – a pause taken At the very busiest time of year. For some, no time off is needed, it’s true. Others, though, must pause their schedules rightContinue reading “Operation Jazz”
Faith and Sight
I. “Am I okay?” the question asks itself. The mind retreats within to make reply And eyes forever dart towards the shelf (The cupboard open, fruit left out to dry). Unsettled souls put back the oil of joy And rifle through supplies to find the seed. The memory bank’s a plastic, moulding joy, Responsive toContinue reading “Faith and Sight”
Inhumane Traffic
It’s strange the impact that these moments have As, silently congealing in our cars, We feel somehow abject, dehumanised, And in that moment that is what we are: Mute and seething that we couldn’t save Time on roads much worse than realised. Still, this is not as bad as it could be: Our tyres areContinue reading “Inhumane Traffic”
Sonnet
Do not mistake the fold for where we live: It overlaps the outside and the in, Suturing together, and it binds What otherwise would float and duck and dive In nexus-waves of incompleteness. Yes: It’s true that we are nothing if our minds Are not caught up in Being’s dance. The less We live toContinue reading “Sonnet”
All the wisdom of Babylon
“The thing that the king asks is difficult, and no one can show it to the king except the gods, whose dwelling is not with flesh.” They can only rearrange, those magi whose god is their own minds. Taking what is known already, they squint first through this eye then that. Ask for wisdom, theyContinue reading “All the wisdom of Babylon”
The Consolations of Writing 