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…
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.
Quantum theory deals with fields of potentiality and wave functions that collapse under the gaze of an observer.
As I sat down to write, I had three Afrikaans words come to mind. “Wrok. Wrak. Wraak.” From them a life and a world was born. A tragic one, it turns out.
A DIY build-it-for-yourself kind of interactive poem where you and I make some progress and growth together. Nice!
