liquid core belching belly up
rumbling raging
rolled over throwing up plates
splintering concrete ceilings
cracking heads......
net zero
Month: May 2022
Face Off
I used to steal flowers. And once a painting. The Duke and Duchess of Urbino. Ruling all the earth. With the pallor of death
ASK for the vibration of self love
filtered through rose quartz
ASK for the creme de la creme
an ambient bask
of crystal signals....
What was it that made America drunk?
27 school shootings have so far taken place in the USA in 2022. The terrible murder of young children continues in America.
Schrodinger’s Cat
"All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life, and his relations with his kind.” Communist Manifesto Marx and Engels
Bethnal Green Tube Disaster 1943
During the second world war blitz in London people used the Underground to shelter from enemy bombing. It was only after defying the authorities and occupying stations that they won the right to shelter. A tragic accident happened in 1943 at Bethnal Green when 170 people died in a crush down a flight of stairs to the entrance.
masters of war
Gerrard Winstanley - (1609 – 1676) led a band of diggers during the English revolution in 1649 to occupy waste land at St Georges Hill in Surrey. The diggers believed that they had the right and freedom to grow food on common land and live peacefully within their own community. The men of property sent in armed force to destroy their claim. Ironically today St Georges Hill is one of the most expensive places to live in England. And the masters of war live on.
The Collision of Neutron Stars
I didn’t see it coming but I should have.
piano in a graveyard
The freedom of Palestinians to return to their homeland is continually denied by the violence of the Israeli State. Most recently journalist Shireen Abu Aqleh was shot by a sniper. There will be no criminal investigation
Our Red Road
“‘Ke alanui maʻawe ʻula a Kanaloa’ is a common poetic reference to a path one’s soul takes to Kanaloa after death. Kanaloa is not just the god of the deep ocean, amongst many other things, but also the god of the unconscious—mine, yours, the unconscious of ʻāina. It’s the infinite space waiting under the membrane of life, feeding or diminishing us, as those that came before us return. My growing understanding of Kanaloa intertwines with the caretaking of my grandmother, especially with the cruel shapes that dementia takes. A few weeks after we wrote this together, she left on February 16, 2022. She was ninety-seven years old.”