Poetry – This is a hit song

This is a hit song

I am alwaysamazed by the tendency of human beings to shut themselves off from reality and live in a nice little bubble. They fill the bubble with froth in a shallow, unchallenging mindlessness. They do not want to involve themselves with the real issues. They would rather live in a world of gossip and celebrity.

Pop music is created for the mass market. It takes care to not make any waves. It is sanitised and vacuous.

If you want to sell lots of ‘unit’ you take care not to upset anyone.

It’s a background nothing. It is pointless consumerism.

I want something that involves my brain and feelings.

Pop music doesn’t have to be drivel. It can be art. It can have substance.

This is a hit song

This is a hit song –

Two and a half minutes long;

Radio friendly,

Nothing contentious,

Totally trendy.

This is a hit song

Won’t offend anyone;

Says nothing,

In a sharp way,

On nothing.

This is a hit song;

Set for I-tunes.

Sweet melody

To tweak the ears

So easily.

Racing up the charts

Straight to number one

Charging into I-pods

Selling a million and one.

This is a hit song.

Opher 15.3.2016

Poetry – And never a question asked

And never a question asked

Safety, comfort and ease,

Is the mantra of the modern world.

Superficial, artificial and pointless,

Is the new way of things.

If anything dares to live……

If anyone cares to be different……….

And never a question.

Shallow pleasures

With laughter and jollity,

But no spirit or substance.

Light to the mind –

Easy to the taste –

Lest it disturbs thoughts.

And never a question.

No depth or meaning

To ripple the mind.

Purchasing and consuming

Are the only purpose.

Numerals on a loyalty card –

And never a question.

Opher 16.1.2016

And never a question asked

I’m on board a ship heading for South America – a two hulled Russian ice-breaker, full of old, and mainly fat, British people with minds to think but most with a propensity for trivia. Life on board is a round of games, fun, grumbles, indulgence and pointlessness.

They read, for the most part, trite rubbish. Around them is a huge ocean where life and death are played out before our eyes. It is not reflected in the literature. It is all escapism with no depth.

We crossed the equator to the performance of a juvenile enactment of penance to King Neptune. The gods of the past, feared and respected, were now fair fodder for farce just as the gods of today will become in days to come.

It is 2016 and everywhere the global corporation is sucking the life out of the planet as society is guided away from the natural into the synthetic. All products have inbuilt obsolescence and an endless stream of new models. We have to replace the old. It’s a game of catch-up.

We are consuming the planet for a mad game. We are creating and nurturing desires for profit – for nothing more than profit.

Poetry – A New TV

A New TV

Our whole culture has gone soft. It’s obsessed with trivia and distraction. There seems no depth or purpose.
I turn through the three hundred channels of repeats, trivia, game shows, old comedies, banal gormless morons, celebrity pricks, extravaganzas, musical dross and material of the lowest common denominator, in search of something profound, interesting or worthwhile.
I rarely find it.
We are fiddling while the world burns.

I’ve got a new TV

It’s bigger than me

It tells me who I want to be!

It’s got 2300 channels

And all of them crap

In super 3D

HD with Soap overlap.

I can watch the Game Shows

Sport and MTV,

Filling all my hours

With tasteless gravy.

My new TV is great

It feeds my head

With everything forgettable

Where absolutely

Nothing

Of any consequence

Is said!

Opher 15.8.2015

A New TV

Our whole culture has gone soft. It’s obsessed with trivia and distraction. There seems no depth or purpose.

I turn through the three hundred channels of repeats, trivia, game shows, old comedies, banal gormless morons, celebrity pricks, extravaganzas, musical dross and material of the lowest common denominator, in search of something profound, interesting or worthwhile.

I rarely find it.

We are fiddling while the world burns.

Poetry -After a fashion.

After a fashion.

I believe

Life is a credibility statement

In which

            Attitudes

                        Ideas

                                    And philosophies

Are the gaudy ornaments

On a plastic Christmas tree.

Opher 23.6.95

Christmas trees and dressing up have their place. They are peripheral to the main event.

The main events are:

The incredible nature of the universe

Nature

Human beings

Consciousness

Creativity

Purpose

Education

Freedom

Friendship

Pollution

Conservation

Reading

Writing

Sex

Fun

Travel

Tolerance

Peace

Preventing cruelty

And a hundred more!! Fashion is trivia.

A better day starts!!

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The cold, dank drizzle has stopped!

I got up this morning to find the toilet wasn’t blocked and the central heating was on. I turned the lights on and a bulb did not blow! The electricity stayed on!

On the down side I did have a bit of a hangover from last night’s shiraz (we had friends round)!  My ribs are very sore and my computer is still buried in treacle. I still cannot open emails or do any pictures or documents. I can type though. I can do some things on WordPress – but it is severely cramping my style.

All in all – a mixed day (so far).

I’ve got big hopes for tonight! We have a Blues night with friends! That should ROCK!!!

So Good Morning everybody! Here’s to a better day!