The month of love is now upon us so, as you have probably noticed, I am off my usual script and will be tackling lighter topics that include love and infatuation.
Cthulhu help us all!
For the first day of the month-of-love, I’m sharing this old Afrikaans poem of mine, with a beautiful romantic twist in the end.
There was a time when I spent an inordinate amount of time on the road, and a lot of my writing reflects that.
I love the concept of thoughts and words as mind-viruses – little bits of code that are transmitted from one person to another without any actual transfer of physical matter between them.
I have a happy book dedicated to writing nothing but comedy. But as we know, comedy cannot exist without tragedy as its reflection.
This is a poem about that.
I kissed a girl and I liked it
We all know the song
Or at least, we thought we did…
Any time I try to sit down and contemplate the “seriousness” of reality and all its demands (mostly made by people who want economic number-to-go-up all of the time), I fail miserably.
Reality
Existence
Being
In the face of, and in contrast to, not being
Is laughably absurd, and no matter how you try, you cannot intimidate me with it.
I laugh at every attempt and so it is a daily practice of mine to contemplate the various individual demands on me and my time and make sure they are sorted into the appropriate non-anxiety-inducing buckets in which they rightly belong.
This poem is a commentary on that.
Sometimes it’s a lot of fun to write pure comedy. Hierdie is een van daai komieklike stukke.
The military industrial complex is directed by capital, not politics. Politics is subservient to wealthy conservative families backed by wealthy conservative private institutions. No matter how “we-the-people” might think we have a say, we don’t.
We-the-people vote for parties, and the money decides on the people who actually run the things. It’s a clever little ruse designed to make us think our votes matter and it lets the money make even more money by writing their campaigning sponsorships off to tax.
