........................................................................................ - a weBlog by Snowy and me.

Friday, 7 October 2011

Wars Are Like Jokes

Both need good timing
and positive humour
to please their audience
and hit their targets.

Thursday, 6 October 2011

The Sin

The sin of Adam and Eve was
somehow believing that they owned
the garden they lived in, in their own right
when really they were always guests
paying rent in kind through their labour
of  naming all the animals.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Grow Old With Me...

The urge to breed is much more
about taking the waiting out of wanting
of another person, who later we want
to take care of us, than we are prepared to admit.

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Gradations In The Absence Of Peace

Capitalism is war by other means,
because it is about competition,
where the longer Capitalism goes on,
the more it defines perpetual instability.

The ultimate in instability is open war,
where there is always money to be made
from distortions in demand and supply.

War makes money a most powerful weapon.
Capitalism and war are two sides
of the same, forever spinning, coin.

Monday, 3 October 2011

Weather Report

Expecting Jesus to come back
is akin to the hope of lightning
striking twice in the same place;
it has happened more rarely in the past
than it was hoped for and predicted.

Sunday, 2 October 2011

The Piety of Sadism

is what turns pilgrims into tourists,
vocation and charity into consumerism,
and empties public ritual of meaning.

It hollows out martyrdom, 
which was a catalyst for change
long after it happened
into mere sadomasochism,
a perpetual mutuality of suffering.

It makes death as a sacrifice seem meaningless.

Sadism's gift, or curse,
is to normalise selfishness
to the point where to call sadists
animals is an insult to creatures
who are selfish within their means,
but are never as pointlessly cruel
as human beings are to each other.

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Unmemorable Product

Being human is about producing
unmemorable memorabilia
in the pursuit of amnesia,
to pass the time more easily
than it does when we remember.