stephen colbert is the lord of the lord of the rings
The Phoenix, my favourite pub, and the place where I started performing poetry, may have been badly damaged by a fire this morning. Here’s a poem.
eventually but we gather to the spectacle
of flame like it is water
and open our mouths. Swallow
the alchemy of memory turning to ash,
line our lungs with endings -
already in the florid stench
of burning plastic are oily flickers
of entropy ending this land
remembers rebirth in gumtree seed
and alluvium and flame, in the way
we watch disaster eyes dreaming fire.
eventually but by the flash
of policerope a lean of fireman
folds his tobacco and papers away
into hip pocket like they are
I just invented a new word:
there are a lot of serial killers outside and they sound like little girls being attacked by geese wtf shut up im trying to sleep here
THERE ARE GEESE OUTSIDE HOLY SHIT I MEAN GEESE WHO SOUND LIKE LITTLE GIRLS BEING ATTACKED BY SERIAL KILLERS I FUCKED UP I FUCKED UP BADLY
You guys I wrote a song. It was very poignant and original if you pretend that Joan Baez never wrote Please come to Boston, it was called Love, Live With Me In Canberra, told of heartbreaking romance over the backdrop of our fair capital.
It had one chord, a new one that I invented on ukelele.
It passed away quietly, after 20 minutes repetitive melody.
Those close to it said they wanted to ‘remember its time with us fondly’.
If I see another status along the lines of “If you don’t like Australia, stop complaining and just leave,” I swear I will do something slightly angry, like throw this saucepan. Oh my god do you people not realise that the reason terrible things happen to good countries is because not enough people complain? COMPLAINING KEEPS DEMOCRACY ALIVE. It’s the only political system based on having a whinge, and frankly, if nobody was complaining about the shit that goes on in this country sometimes, I would be leaving because you’ve all turned into a herd of apathetic, gormless cretins who think the status quo is as good as life gets.
This is not to say you should be miserable all the time! Of course, spend 90% of your life enjoying it, because being unhappy is exhausting. But channeling that unhappiness into action and desire is better for you, better for the world you live in, and better for the people around you. If nobody ever complained, we wouldn’t have civil rights, women’s rights, any rights for anyone who wasn’t already in the upper class white male hegemony. And we can still do better.
Complain! Complain more! And yes, absolutely, there are idiots and bastards out there who can’t see the wood for the trees, or who are just trying to stir shit up, but you know what you can fucking do? You can complain about them.
Start discussions. Go to protests. Write to politicians. Never, ever, ever fucking ever think your country is as good as it will get.