Ding Dong! The Bells Are Gonna Chime
On Sunday
we watched the television
there were silver-haired politicians
on the news who looked like
they had long forgotten
the thrill or the rush of blood,
of anything remotely resembling
passion and life and with hearts
as still as graves and eyes
all stone and moss.
They delivered a petition to No.10 against equal marriage.
One ancient war-botherer
told us all at home
that he was against gay people in love
making weddings and making home
and making love love love
And that boiled pink-ham of a
man, he had quite an opinion
i saw his eyebrow twitch
he was that one cave man
that froze to death
denying the invention of f-f-f
caves.
He may as well have been signing a petition
demanding the east winds be put in jam jars
to stop any wheel ever turning
to stop corners being so cornery
to make the round peg fit into the square hole
to stop the flowers of change and colour and
light and beauty and love and freedom and choice
ever blossoming.
(c) 2013. Salena Godden.
“Is Control controlled by its need to control? Answer: yes.”
William Burroughs
I was listening to an Equal Marriage debate on BBC LDN last night
and I heard a man say "Whatever next? Someone marrying their dog?"
Ayes have it! 400-175! The 21st Century arrived in England...
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| Bowie and Burroughs. William was born on Feb 5th 1914 |
I have just one performance to tell you about this winter.
I always found it difficult to hold a microphone and a pen at the same time.
I'm enjoying keeping a low profile, hiding from bright lights and the fizz and buzz, been writing new radiostuff and bookstuff...But, 5x15 is a wonderful event and so I'll see you here!
I always found it difficult to hold a microphone and a pen at the same time.
I'm enjoying keeping a low profile, hiding from bright lights and the fizz and buzz, been writing new radiostuff and bookstuff...But, 5x15 is a wonderful event and so I'll see you here!
www.5x15stories.com
"this is an enormous jigsaw puzzle,
we are all pieces of the same jigsaw puzzle,
some pieces get old, some pieces get worn
and some pieces die, as new pieces are born..."
we are all pieces of the same jigsaw puzzle,
some pieces get old, some pieces get worn
and some pieces die, as new pieces are born..."
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| Brautigan |
"i awoke to a kitchen a chaos of flour and
bread making,
my desk a litter of edits,
my desk a litter of edits,
my heart weighed down with
dreams of the dead,
who sleep in hammocks in rainclouds."
who sleep in hammocks in rainclouds."
salena godden / 2013
