Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Monday, July 30, 2012

Hate is getting easier


Hate is getting easier
regrets are feeling breezier
and slime-balls seem less sleezier
these seeds are scattered wide

Hate is now acceptable
its strategies adaptable
to contexts deemed amenable
with bosses choosing sides

Hate sits in a La-Z-Boy
directing traffic, feeling coy
and modestly protests the joy 
accompanying every ploy
that thickens human hide
dismissing all that's died
forgetting those who cried
let's focus on the ride



8 comments:

  1. This is perfect - have you been watching Fox News?

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  2. oh yeah! Parading vice as virtue!

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  3. Nicely s/played this virile parade!

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  4. Intelliwench-- not for its edification, but nothing beats for target practice. amazing. i have also been noticing so much nasty stuff going around with little sense of distress.
    thanks for the visit and the comment
    Garth-- indeed, indeed. your blog often provides with the impetus for this kind of critique. thanks for the visit and the comment
    Aporia-- always a pleasure to see you here!! nicely left comment.... wonderful word play.

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  5. There is that whole thing about "it's the journey, not the destination."

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  6. Mr. C. Well said. and it's quite the journey, n'est pas?? thanks for the visit and the pithy comment. :)

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  7. Very tight rhymes, well chosen words. Rhyming is like violins. Often the high school level really hurts because of the out of tune. Poor rhyme is like that. But when rhyme reaches the level you have here, well, that's like concert violins.

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  8. Christopher- thanks for this kind comment. i often keep rhyme at a cautious and respectful distance for just the reasons you mention. this one came together.... nice when that happens.
    i am loving the prose and poems and lifeworlds you are writing at your blog.

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