Poetry – Surreal – an ode to Dali

Poetry – Surreal – an ode to Dali

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I always loved Dali. He was a showman, used car salesman, and an incredible artist. I loved the humour, trickery and expertise. There was always a sparkle in his eye and mischief in the making. You could take nothing on face value. I also adored his imagination, inventiveness and disdain for officialdom. He was a rebel.

Perhaps he did sell out? Perhaps he was arrogant? I’m not so sure. He was an artist and one of my favourites.

I wrote this after visiting Gala’s house in Spain. It was crazy. What a game!

Surreal

Confuse me with long legged giraffes

Beneath the melting clock

Armed with the Dali Gala

Feed me the nuclear shock

For I will wax my moustache

And cavort with the ants

Within the world of my dreams

That your colours all enhance

 

Opher 31.12.98

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Where? – a poem

Where?

 

Where was time

Before the first second?

Where was matter

Before the first atom?

Where was space

When nothing existed?

Where am I?

 

Opher 24.8.2019

 

 

The philosophy of being never ceases to enthral me.

They say the universe began with a big bang. In that instant all time, matter and energy was created.

That is impossible to comprehend.

We find it easier to create gods.

Numbers – a poem

Numbers

 

I saw a trillion stars tonight

Then a trillion grains of sand.

But they were mere handfuls

Compared to the atoms in my pen.

It took billions of years

To appreciate this fact.

These numbers are too large for

My billions of brain cells.

 

Opher – 24.8.2019

 

 

We have a hundred billion brain cells. That is all. It is not enough.

The size of the universe. The distance in miles. The length of time. The number of stars. The number of atoms.

They are all beyond our limited ability to comprehend. We only think we understand. We are fooling ourselves.

A Pathway – a poem

A Pathway

 

Everything’s a pathway.

Love’s a pathway

Writing love’s a pathway

Thinking love’s a pathway

Tasting tea’s a pathway

Moving my arm’s a pathway

Hearing words – a pathway

There is nothing that exists that is not a pathway

Reality is merely a pathway

The universe lives within my head.

 

Opher 24.8.2019

 

 

I sometimes wonder if I exist at all? Or if the universe exists?

All I know, see, feel or hear is a neuronal pathway in my brain.

Each aspect of the universe sparks a unique firing of brain cells as electricity flows along its pattern – its pathway.

Each aspect of the world stimulates a different firing, a different circuit.

All we have is in our head.

If we were clever enough we could feed in the patterns of a different universe.

What is real?

We do not really see.

Beauty – a poem

Beauty

 

Beauty in a face

A sunset and a tree

Beauty is a state

Decided by you and me

 

A scene that moves to awe

A sunset over sea

A flower or a baby

Water lapping lazily

 

On some we agree

On others are unsure

For beauty is degree

We create aesthetics for

 

Opher 24.8.2019

 

 

Nature is my awe and beauty. To watch wild creatures fills me with excitement. That never dims.

Trees, rocks, mountains, sunsets and rainbows. So many things are breath-taking.

Then there is the beauty of art, music, dance, drama and architecture. I adore the things we have created. It is the best of us.

People are also beautiful.

When you see real beauty it fills you with wonder.

But when you come to analyse what is beautiful and what is not things become blurred. We have different views.

What makes something beautiful?

The Best Minds of my Generation – a poem

The Best Minds of my Generation

 

I watched the best minds of my generation struggling to discover the truth,

Striving to establish equality,

Learning to respect the universe in which we find ourselves

And dreaming of discovering a better, more meaningful, way to live.

 

I watched the best minds of my generation applying their whole being

Into filling their lives with wonder,

Celebrating the beauty of existence

And expressing their lust for sensation.

 

I saw them laugh, rant and argue,

Rabid with passion,

With bulging eyes and wild gesticulations,

Desperate to communicate the ideas in their heads

Before they dissipated into the ether,

Until their tongues were too exhausted to sing,

Their limbs too exhausted to dance,

Their organs too exhausted to love,

And their minds too numb to thin.

So that they finally subsided

Into contemplative ecstasy

And slept wherever they found themselves.

 

Opher 20.8.2019

 

 

I was fortunate to find myself among a group of artistic people who were eager to expand their horizons and were never content to lead a mundane life. They were explorers of inner space, travellers and creators. They were as eager as me to delve into the possibilities and mysteries that surrounded them.

They were not prepared to accept the ordinary and always strived to unearth the extraordinary.

I was very fortunate.

You may have noticed more than a passing nod to the great Allen Ginsberg!

Buffy St Marie – Carry it On – Lyrics of defiance with hope.

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I don’t know about the praying and God bit but I like the Mother Nature parts. We are all here by incredible luck. The future is uncertain. We have to create it with all the power we have, respect the planet, all life and the people.

The establishment is made up of power-mad psychopaths who put profit before life. We have to make them put life first.

Nature is sacred.

We have to carry that message on through the generations. Life is sacred. Life is more important than money. We need to cherish it. We need to nurture it. We need to protect it.

We can change the world for the better. We can end war, poverty and inequality. It’s all a matter of education, science and sense.

I believe that. I believe in a new positive zeitgeist.

Carry It On
Humans are vulnerable, governments come and go, and Nature is sacred, so take care of your link with Life and thrive.

This is my favorite song. Not sure how I got so lucky as to find it in my head, but it stabilizes me and inspires me no matter what else is going on. I really believe it.
Carry It On
© Words & Music Buffy Sainte-Marie.

Hold your head up
Lift the top of your mind
Put your eyes on the Earth
Lift your heart to your own home planet
What do you see?
What is your attitude
Are you here to improve or damn it
Look right now and you will see
we’re only here by the skin of our teeth as it is
so take heart and take care of your link with Life and

Oh carry it on – We’re saying
Oh carry it on – Keep playing
Oh carry it on – And praying

It ain’t money that makes the world go round
That’s only temporary confusion
It ain’t governments that make the people strong
It’s the opposite illusion
Look right now and you will see
they’re only here by the skin of our teeth as it is
so take heart and take care of your link with Life

Oh carry it on – Keep saying
Oh carry it on – And playing
Oh carry it on – And praying

Look right now and you will see
we’re only here by the skin of our teeth as it is
so take heart and take care of your link with

Life is beautiful
if you got the sense to take care of your source of perfection
Mother Nature She’s the daughter of God and the source of all protection

Look right now
and you will see she’s only here by the skin of her teeth as it is
so take heart and take care of your link with Life

Oh carry it on – Keep saying
Oh carry it on – And playing
Oh carry it on – Keep on praying

Billions – a poem about overpopulation and the destruction of nature.

Billions

 

Billions of eggs on the conveyor belt waiting to be slotted.

Billions of sheep standing in line waiting to be garrotted.

Billions of babies in billions of arms smiling up at mum.

Billions of toilets being flushed, creating oceans of scum.

Billions of acres cleared today in order to fill many a gut.

Billions of calves and goats waiting for throats to be cut.

Billions of trees will hit the ground as a billion acres are cleared.

Billions of teeth will chew today as a billion steaks are seared.

Billions of houses are being built to house billions of people.

Billions of prayers rise from mosque, synagogue and steeple.

Billions of insects die today as billions of fields are sprayed.

Billions of swifts have nothing to eat as survival chances fade.

Billions of years of life are being threatened by global warming

Billions of businessmen continue to simply ignore the warning.

Billions of tons of methane are farted from billions of cows.

While billions of politicians arrogantly take their bows.

Billions of reasons, billions of deaths, billions in agony,

While billions of stupid trinkets are sold to you and me!

There are a billion good reasons for us to change our way –

Perhaps reduce the number of eggs we fertilise today!

 

Opher – 21.8.2019

 

 

I woke up this morning with this poem bouncing round my head. There were hundreds of lines but I could only remember some.

Everything has an effect.

Every mouth has to be fed.

For every new human, animals die and trees are felled.

A finite planet has finite resources and space.

8 billion people require a lot of land.

8 billion people kill a lot of creatures – just by existing.

5 billion years of evolution created a rich sustaining ecosystem

A few centuries of human greed can destroy trillions of lives and bring an end to the all that miraculous evolution.

All life is remarkable.

All life should be respected and cherished.

We share this planet with the most amazing plants and creatures.

Our numbers are destroying life at an alarming rate.

We are a catastrophe.

It is time we took action to reduce our numbers.

Phil Ochs – When I’m Gone – Lyrics about speaking your truth now.

Phil Ochs – When I’m Gone – Lyrics about speaking your truth now.

‘There’s no time like the present’, my Mum used to say. She was right. We live in a world that is full of problems and things that need addressing. While there is poverty, environmental catastrophe, cruelty, inequality, war, fundamentalism, creationism, ISIS and exploitation there are things worth shouting about.

We have to open our mouths and speak our minds in the hope that someone will listen and we can make things better.

I am a great believer that we build the zeitgeist that we all swim in. We can make the world a better place. All the problems are solvable. We need to force them into being a priority. They can then be addressed and improved.

It is not futile.

Phil felt that his songs, words and life was meaningless. He thought no one was listening or valuing his ideas. He was wrong. He helped change thing even though he did not know it.

We all make a difference.

I’ve been speaking my truth for many decades. I hope I will for ever. I do know the right from the wrong. Nobody else can speak my thoughts for me. I have to do it myself.

When I’m Gone – Phil Ochs

There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone
And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone
And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t feel the flowing of the time when I’m gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I’m gone
My pen won’t pour a lyric line when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t breathe the bracing air when I’m gone
And I can’t even worry ’bout my cares when I’m gone
Won’t be asked to do my share when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t be running from the rain when I’m gone
And I can’t even suffer from the pain when I’m gone
Can’t say who’s to praise and who’s to blame when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

Won’t see the golden of the sun when I’m gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I’m gone
Can’t be singing louder than the guns when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

All my days won’t be dances of delight when I’m gone
And the sands will be shifting from my sight when I’m gone
Can’t add my name into the fight while I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t be laughing at the lies when I’m gone
And I can’t question how or when or why when I’m gone
Can’t live proud enough to die when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone
And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone
And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it, I guess I’ll have to do it
Guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here