Selective Viewing

The gift I most admire
in successful people
is their ability to disguise
their failures as after-thoughts,
or ideas that were never meant
to get anywhere near fruition.  

Memo To My Teenage Self

Not only is the brain
the biggest sex organ in the human body,
but when it is not processing sex
it can process many other tasks too.
Many of which can be processed
at the rate of more than one at a time.

When sex is the pursuit
it is often only partial engagement
with another live human being.

And still very little happens.
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A Cheap Sign

For a problem that was always bigger than we think.

Farewell Fidel

Bye bye Fidel Castro, who did for State Socialism in Cuba
what Mother Theresa of Calcutta did for Christianity
and the care of the dying in the poorest parts of the world;
he made his brand of Politics the fullest experience possible
for as many as possible, where previously the masses
had suffered under the yoke of imperial first world abuse.

In both India and Cuba the world was slow to report
and quick to forget the abuse the poor had suffered.
And first world news was rather prompt to condemn
the lack of choice that Fidel and Theresa offered.

But them the first world was always apt to rewrite
it's own history, and turn it inside out,
forgetting it's roles in creating poverty for others.

In the worlds of Fidel and Theresa's there was never
going to be thirty different brands of baked beans
on supermarket shelves that audibly groaned
under the weight of choice of their consumers.

Nor would they give the people they cared for
1000 channels of television, all supported
by advertising, fraudulent political campaigns
and state sponsored debt which was disguised
by complicated hypocrisies as 'the new financial probity'.

Fidel helped far more people survive better
than ever he made to suffer under his rules.

In Tough Times

you will rediscover
you have centres of feeling,
in your head, heart, and gut
and there will be no 'But...  '
about it.

Gloating For Profit

Something I resist,
with varying degrees of success,
is being cajoled by the popular press.
I find their search for the worst
in human life bad enough in itself.
But it is far worse than that.

I don't want to imagine the profits
that the national press aspire make
out of advertisers who support them
on the back of their reporting disasters.

There used to be rural traditions
of paying mourners in some beliefs.
The moneys were small and stayed local.

What happens when the national press
gets to work is worse than being paid to gloat.

The Joy Of Existentialist Gardening

Where nature remains alive whilst man remains fearful of being spiritually dead.