Monday, 30 May 2016

Migration. David Stone (USA) and Cheryl Penn (South Africa)

MIGRATION


beginning the human migration from Africa (about where you are now)walking thousands of miles one foot at a time,crossing the Mediterranean Sea. entering Grecian air space. encountering razor wires,sharks,hunger, love-somewhere-mother's- hanging on-handling life's pills-flesh-evolving-haunting-tasks-meeting knights-arts and sciences-never
more famous or brilliant than these tastes.

sometimes there’s inspiration,
in migration
BUT lack of preparation
can lose the challenge.
its all off the same plate
this life,
the audience - they’re cruel
and unforgiving,
clapping from curtained windows
in commercial towers
fast and furious meetings,
no time
for matchstick girls
and Little Princes,
just the inevitable Red Shoe Dance, dictated by political Blackbeards
(and borders).

observing the North Sea-the people stream and hide in cliffs. the Vikings-the terror of the broadsword-displaced by bullets-then-mustard gas and nukes-then just terror itself-shepherds.
hiding flocks. flocks massacred. come here into the hereunto aftereffects for balance. solace. families. tied. ribbons. collections taken. rumbled the carts.

You know
that what you have begun
will NEVER end -
this North Sea trip?
stark white barely cast shadows
intended effect
watching drones
fly over desert landscapes
wondering
where they were headed.
Boats were conveniently there and no one thought it could be a trap
desperation is a sad bedfellow. moon on tepid water adrift for days eyes on the future -it may be an endless ocean.

The North Sea-the Neanderthals stood at its shore,burying dead,looking up at the stars,believing their souls became the stars. the flux of time and entities expressed. homes. cold nights. the hearths. warm stories told to children.

Deep fjords
sharper sheer cliffs
but the LIGHThouse,
that was real -
as were gunshots and strange animals
while they took to water
and rowed for their lives.

the beacons the speeches proclaim eras. yells. periods. later who fell into the state with toetags. the belief systems. origins.
petroglyphic stains once were reddened with cells spirit pours icicles inches desisted lobes anterior reforms made theses
proclaimed corruption the popular pope the kids think he is cool he rides in his bulletproof car and waves and blesses.
argued Heraclitus nature loves to hide herself the worst forms deterred in traffic.

metamorphic mysteries
high rise technical drawings
plateaued
the line
never missed its natural mark
Jasmine -
there were so many mouths to feed
nature DID hide. 

the plateau. the strife-crying-worn-a welcome?
somewhere
else
we
speak
sent
a
combined
message
to
from
after
the legions
of God
plastered
the fable.


although there were fabled guests
the octaves were high
she made a deal
a deadly deal
but if you wait
just long enough
for one last take
you’ll see
There are no bloodless revolutions
but words don’t bleed
do they?

the fables and the speeches request a messenger adopted children a trickle beseech pleas beings encumbered embarrassed erased all sizes described. positions postulates dilations on tablets benefits compounded wait
unmask the messenger drank a cup once and intoned mercy.


Mercy?
So the desert loomed (someone opened to that page). All incoming shows were put on hold for current plays. Physical distress is monitored, especially in fire emergencies and postulated positions. Reproduced, cloned words were active at the beginning, assuming they would be used with gay abandon.  Their dreams of use died early - no one wants complications or compound waits anymore.

The cold watch the view from the bridge the operators door opens gates celebrates mass migrations metempsychoses chosen people replicate doctrines of obedience folds disposed toys children cry the bridge connectors replay replenish soldered holds.

That’s the problem with double crossing in obedience folds - they generally occurs at double crossings.  Was he responsible for the migratory bombing or was that just what was written about him.  Enter the dictionary see if you can find some other adjectives.  Keep it simple as far as he knows we’re meeting him for the first time.  Do you think this is a long or short story? 


Not too sure, if we run the libretto sequence again the spots on her stockings will stop shining.


Water. the children need a drink. So do adults. crossing a million miles and years and here we speak. must one believe at least to feel better?

Jasmine, I’m so tired.
water surfaces
so still
no ripples
glass
what will I say to them?
Its been so long
I too have changed
inside and out
and the wounds
 still throb.
Shall I
take the first watch?

Here,drink this. It is (just)water-so pure(but not purified-no special filter)-people in the desert. ice water. bottled water. you cannot drink the ocean.


why are they staring
This ocean of people -
he’s on the guest list  - smile maybe
in the basement with all
the unsolved files
the leaded glass was old
and cracked
make this simple
in fluid moonlit
vaulted ceilings
keep your voice
down
there’s a line
KEEP your voice down!
a child,
but So Ancient.
A word?

the tribes and societies. some do not climb. all perish. the guardians know best. in Plato's Republic-no poets.  some songs are too bright.

Do we lie about who we are?
Are those migrating voices that sing?
Swallows in mudhouses
under the eves -
they come from north Africa I’m told.
trapped, that’s what WE are
No Exodus awakening.
When did you become so captivating?
(perhaps)
Where shall I start?
The remains of ancient civilizations
they were a cake-walk
(compared)
tribal diaspora
another pivotal point. 

the great lies- Plato bans poets from the Republic (so he can be the only poet). the philosopher kings know best-the people-the herds of the unknowing.
eating. God's magnificent inventions.


Lyrics and Epics
tragedies philosophized
until
suffering is merely words.
oral evidence
retro rhetoric
It was shady down there
(the characters I mean)
half formed story lines
poetics
waiting in shadows
not called to service.
(mimesis).


Climbing a ladder. a wrung of tissue. a race rink idols speak fresh messages ladies and gentleman the big top the trapeze the tiger tamer clawed and blood soaks his brilliant orange shirt. tissues. admission fees casino machines funds to buy food sparklers hurt worse dinner families leap and chew.


senses not bound to representation,
imitation, expressionism,
rigor, test train crash, debate, attacks, global markets, oil gluts, reported dead, emerging footage in migrating gyres.


the news the bombings/religion-one wonders who goes to heaven.

I would venture NONE.
You’re right you know
but who did this?
We couldn’t bear it
not for another hour
another minute
it all slipped from under us
for real it will come down
to OUR reality

one day.

the talk suspended all night people sleep pterodactyls rustle asking for feathers.

the power walk of one migratory line. 



PostMigrations: 

The evolutions of societies-amalgams of cultures and languages-the drives of rivers of people not just individuals but peoples and cultures-cultural clashes when they arrive and over centuries shift the fabric of beliefs and actions. For as powerful as China is and its grand traditions-in American society-Chinese restaurants and laundries and everything that was made in america is now made in China. 


Post migration pilots dreaming
and immigration deals that never happened.


THIS

to see what they allow
Spionkop killings
forced (im)migration
graves testifying to the futility of that.
I bet they had dreams too.


Immigration and Naturalization. Language. Skills Culture. the tenements. fruit vendors. go to school. language accents. identify your address from your pronunciation. 

Mind snow attacks the television
migrating thoughts
shots to fashion. susanna to walking bare foot over the mountains before succumbing to the british.  boer concentration camps. sapphires in crowns of thorns. rubies set in bones. white on white crotched doylies. sisters hiding brothers in anthills.  sacrifice. listening to voices one cannot hear.  whispers from the graves. soft winds though pine trees.
so many thoughts,
no clarity
Was I dreaming?


In New York, Blackwell's Island (so distant from Blackwell's in Oxford!). hope. a little girl. a tin drum. some day I will become a great drummer. listen to this sound.


LISTEN TO THIS SOUND.

Sunday, 20 December 2015

SO, how was YOUR day?

So, how was YOUR day?

 you do the right thing -
but then
you get to live with
IT
within eyes and ears
and forest withdrawals
getting their/our people
back
right now,
there are no sides.
the child’s a survivor
she’ll get through this thing

but what was the whisper
and who was it for? 


makeshift gates
the lights came on
just in time
but her eyes -
they held no trust.

Moving fakes aside
(no one could have thought
THAT was Vermeer). 


Today
we marched together

I thought.

I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to I had to
they were ready to talk
but so were we
Now, no chance for truce
when horror runs through
the camp
of
foundational fears.
  
wait !!
you’ll be heard -
  JUST
recognize pain
   for
      what it is.


standing there,
it came to me
the order we woke up in.
(Previously)
its always with hindsight isn’t it.
(marvelous subatomic stuff)
Shaking
the realization of
WHAT she’d done.
don’t be too hard
that was another time
another leader
trying to save
everything that happened
too late.


 we all had to choose
be responsible
for selected sides
THEY said
she’s free to go
but
the seconds faded
the morning drew on
too late to prove
we were not afraid
watching for movement
troubled
I would never see you again. 

buying time
on free fall markets
spent minutes
kept in strongholds
detained for treason
ferocity past imagining
we’re ALL
trying to find a way out of this
sparks of light welding time
that time
the time before an imperfect
physical stepping into the abyss of beyond (here and there)
hands tied and willing to consider
time spent with visionary voices
speaking face to face understanding pain.

 traipsing on forests floors
do you see anything?
because you cant see
do you think its not there?
checking again
still no sign
watching rising moons tethered to reality
are you reading?
Do you copy?
MayDay Today.

closing outer doors
mental seminal realities -
why did you come?
how long before you leave?

enough have wept
(the things we’ve done
to survive -
do they define us)? 

what if we are
who we are now
surrounded by
manual overrides
capital crimes
taking blame
but not moving closer
and that blame?
you bleed for nothing.
NOTHING! 

spare no expense
the spot
an altercation
blood on the carpet
MOZZIES like Messerschmitts
(the morning pep talk)
processing loss
life soldiers
understand
the cruel but unyielding concept
there are always suspects
within broad black strokes
and
voluminous views
over grey skyscrapers.
(SO WHAT ARE WE PAINTING MAAM?)
Maam? 

not friendly
this environment
that is ferocious
a secret wish for nasty things
the glass
reflected the past
and the future
2 buses and a train
strangers in a strange land (in here)
laughing about making it (out there)
help me -
have you any idea
how veins
travel through marble? 


I caution you
they doesn’t travel down
after work hours
(today new
antiques tomorrow)
I want to be involved
we found this key
make sure it gets back to me you know he was an only kid -  a long time ago - bearing in   mind you experience time                          
(and tide)
   a little differently.


-    brutal 
-   not an adventure,
-   a pointless exercise (you’re afraid), (so am I) but risking your life for something you believe in - was it worth it?


There’s a car on a hoist someone working in its belly.


its not my first case
floating boats on locking mechanisms
distress levels
in red zones
strange accents
doing magic
on evidence.
guys like you
in places like that
maybe there can be a deal?

What’s the date
Am I still doing today? 


shall I get a lift with Tina?
paper shreds
all in vain
the parking level matters not
and the lights
they took the fall.
committing fully to the protection
of another
creates a paradox
of risk
their choices
are out
of our control.
you stick with me
I’ll take care of you. 
  
Enter the night -sky
close the blue door
she rowed
a moonlit river
certain nothing was real
the bell
its sound was 7.25
candle lit blur
he forgot to plead forgiveness
running on moors
trying to escape
this day of all days.

the dude who copies locks
do you know what kind of key this is?
will it unlock frustrated attitudes and existential questions?
Will it knock the shadows from cave walls
allegorical disputes in arrears
will the rows of keys and
locks keep THEM at bay? 

have you done the test?
It’s a no
not meant to be after all.
what are you doing here?
what answer would you like?
listen
I’m sorry
Tell me what happened
he didn’t show
I was ready to do this HUGE thing
and then he didn’t show
why are you smiling - because you’re back
this is you - you’re back
and we’re unraveling
does this mean
I should muster
my star pupils for a field trip? 

she tore the veil
and told him to
wake up
brushing butterflies
off his chest
Where are we?
First I have to show you something
it all rewound
and certain corridors were blocked
those of course were the ones
where she needed to be. 

do you have a better idea?
She could see his eyebrows rising.
I’ll send his resume
man to man
compromise my integrity
live with whatever you earn
and don’t underestimate
     suffering in silence
   rarely a smile
 feeling guilty
using
  the big guns
   for secret discussions
on plus size couches. 

MAN!
we were ALWAYS
in alternate realities
a sink hole
some story
I’m a therapist
but their disbelief
(shadowed faces)
was palpable
we’re better off without you
he closed the door
and said
I’ll find what’s there
I lost everything too
open your door
lets share
(while thoughts continue to pile). 

everything was long gone
before that
sometimes
what can we change
who are you trying to change
me or you
it comes down to falling beams
endless seems
and places to live
everything
fairly
squarely
always
substituted authenticities.

CRISSX-CROSSX
time divides
brackish river
spraying gunmetal sparks
I’ve been through this
before
you know that you can talk
(to me)?
he told me to come to his old place
waiting in the garage
-   it looked like him
-   but it wasn’t him
matched fingerprints
should identify persons
taken into custody.

I saw the look
the installation
the evidence -
why would you do all that
looking beneath the water
from below
above
there is no going back
an unwired source
said - it’s the edge, the flying papers the chaos
the knock on the door
heralded her
(unexpectedly)
(guarded)

YES!!!!
I’m on my way!


in airport departure
lounges
they don’t like spies
or mistakes
(like they used to)
the cable says
can we find a solution
to the current situation
an apology
public appeasement
but trials are scheduled
already.
(A life NOT for the faint-hearted). 


redefine ‘right away’
eating noodles
that’s fast
even
in that part of the world
turn a prison guard
king Arthur’s round(ish) table
what will move them?
high tech defense system
chess?
pawns and castles
ALWAYS
jostle the king.

this is a preview
wait
I know where it is
lets go there
right now
lets go
to a world
where you cant catch me
no matter how hard you try
HOLD ON
NOT SO FAST
its different
when the questions
are not yours.


Large trays of fresh baked bread
the smell
a formidable workforce
the pause
brought a beautiful smile.
For what its worth
a touch
can make you move on
from here to there
Are you here?  

today was not my favorite day
but it wasn’t all bad
I thought it was what you wanted
just not today
if you want to talk
I can do that too
done pretending
not enough absolution
in a fantasy world
the grey came so fast
the voices were calling.


SO, how did YOUR day go?