ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND SIXTY-FIFTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Biden cries that he gives Netanyahu

everything and Netanyahu gives nothing

to him; how stupid can these Yankee

politicians be, who have dealt

with Netanyahu for thirty years

and learned nothing?

31.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND SIXTY-FOURTH DAY OF THE YEAR

 Truth is a grinning skull

and Beauty a painted face

hiding pock-marks.

30.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND SIXTY-THIRD DAY OF THE YEAR

Apartheid Israel's occupation forces killed 106 people

in a single air-strike in the Maghazi refugee camp

in Israeli occupied Palestine's besieged Gaza

a day ago, and that was nothing much to write about,

according to the BBC, who today is terrified

that 'massive Russian attacks' across Ukraine

kill a grand total of 18 people.

29.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND SIXTY-SECOND DAY OF THE YEAR

Trying to explain things in Palestine

to a supporter of Israel and Ukraine:

Netanyahu has killed around 25 000 civilians

(including 10 000 children) in Palestine in less than 3 months,

Putin has killed around 10 000 civilians

(including at least 560 children) in Ukraine in 22 months.

Do they listen? No.

They think Putin is a good guy to me.

28.-29.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND SIXTY-FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

Israel's regime says openly, once again,

that it wants to completely ethnically cleanse

Israeli occupied Palestine's besieged Gaza Strip,

and the 'West' pretends it can't hear

what it itself unconditionally supports.

27.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND SIXTIETH DAY OF THE YEAR

I sleep much of the day, feverish,

and in my sleep I make love

to you with passion and ability

which, if I would have had then,

could have kept you. Girl,

you would have deserved

to get what in that dream

I did with your body.

26.12.2023

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SOFT, COOL, WONDERFUL THINGS

Sick, between trips to the toilet

and the coughing, I dream of

soft, cool wonderful things,

things to which lay my hands

for rest: Your breasts.

24.-27.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FIFTY-EIGHT DAY OF THE YEAR

Ill, I'm reading an old cartoon,

and are struck by the innocent

ignorance of the American artists:

A bird nest, with a nestling in it,

on bare tree on a snowy

Christmas day.

24.-26.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FIFTY-SEVENTH DAY OF THE YEAR

The old mistakes, the cardinal sins

of life, spread as ripples through time,

begetting, birthing new errors.

From small beginnings, little fears

grown beyond all measure,

death and betrayal and dreams crushed.

23.-26.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FIFTY-SIXTH DAY OF THE YEAR 2 (1 WAS LOST)

If only one could pay for

old mistakes with this illness,

but the world doesn't work

through superstition, suffering

doesn't atone for sins,

and an illness is just an illness.

22.-26.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FIFTY-FIFTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Pretty ill, but it could be

worse, a bombed house

atop broken bones.

So no need to complain,

others in these months

have lost a hundred relatives.

21.12.2023

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AFTER THE FALL OF WAD MADANI TO RSF/JANJAWEED IN CENTRAL SUDAN

The army that crushed democracy

and shot revolutionaries on streets

month after month

just melts away when its own

militia genocidaires wander into

one city after another;

some random bombing

of civilian neighbourhoods,

and that's that,

Janjaweed in control

of another major town,

massacring, pillaging, looting.

The army that crushed democracy,

from decade to decade,

just melts away.

The civilians don't have

that luxury, its either atrocities

or long road to an unknown fate.

20.12.2023

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BRUNE AUX SEINS NUS(1872) BY ÉDUARD MANET(1832-1883) 3

She reminds us of Goya's women;

this is a woman who is not made

vulnerable when her breasts

are bared, to be admired

or gawked at will at by any

male observer.

No, our watching eyes are instead

drawn to her sensual face,

making us feel we should be

asking from her, with a slightly

trembling voice, a permission

to gaze at her wonderful mounds,

and be prepared to be denied

with a dismissive

wave of hand.

20.12.2023

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BRUNE AUX SEINS NUS(1872) BY ÉDUARD MANET(1832-1883) 2

The brunette reminds Goya's women;

even her breasts bared she doesn't

appear vulnerable, open to any

passing male gaze.

Instead you get the feeling

you should be asking permission

to let your gaze rest on her bosom

and be prepared to be denied.

20.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FIFTY-FOURTH DAY OF THE YEAR

In Manet's Chez le père Lathuille the waiter

doesn't look at the seated young couple, the woman

with the straight back and mostly hidden face,

the young effeminate man with the pleading puppy

eyes, no, the waiter standing on the background

with the coffee or tea pot is looking at us, looking

at the painter, but the painter long gone,

all there is are us to meet his gaze. But

there is no table for us to be seated. 

20.12.2023

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CALL HIM SOMETHING ELSE, DEAR BRITONS

So wrong that the British compare

blackface 'comedian' Baddiel

to a cunt. I love cunts, I just

fucking adore them, never

happier than when inside one,

however brief my visits.

I would never compare

the greatest source of joy

to be found on this Earth,

the source of all human life,

to a racist comedian. So

wrong Britons, so wrong!

20.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FIFTY-THIRD DAY OF THE YEAR

Our mind brings up feelings unmoored

to any past activity on our part;

put aside and ignore, there are

enough feelings of real shame.

19.-20.12.2023

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BRUNE AUX SEINS NUS(1872) BY ÉDOUARD MANET(1832-1883) 1

The brunette with the bare breasts

reminds of Goya; here is a woman

who is not vulnerable with her

breasts bared, to be admired,

to be gawked at will by

any male observer.

Looking at her, you get instead

the feeling that you should,

very politely, with your voice

slightly trembling, ask from

her a permission to gaze

at her wonderful mounds,

and be prepared

to be denied.

20.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FIFTY-FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

An artist makes himself a minotaur,

full of animal vigour, but patient

Theseus is traversing the labyrinth

of years, searching, searching, in

his hand the sword doomed to cut

a thread more frail than Ariadne's.

17.12.2023

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WE CHANGED AND SO DID THE WORLD

1

In our youth we mocked

the world and its ways,

and ever since we grew

old and became wise

the world has mocked us

and our aged ways.

2

To our wisdom

it has no time,

and all the seeds

we planted

died among

the weeds.

16.12.2023

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MAN MAKES A FOOL OUT OF THE MAN

Man makes a fool out of the man

who watches from the mirror

in the mind, man makes

a fool out of the man

who watches from

the mirror on the wall.

Two victims he has,

the man who never sees

his own face anywhere.

16.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FIFTIETH DAY OF THE YEAR

 We think we only hurt oneself

when we cast ourselves

down into the dark waters;

but the ripples spread forever.

16.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDRETH AND FOURTY-NINTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Beyond the termination

shock, in the heliosheath,

where the Sun would be

just a bright star to its

frozen cameras, Voyager 1

talks gibberish, in ones

and zeroes, to the void,

the far listening Earth

lost in the glare

of that bright star.

15.12.2023

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CURRANT BUSHES

Old and unpruned, the currant bushes

produce few berries; I remember gathering

their berries, what my mother made of them

in those long gone years of fading memories.

They are older than I am, and I'm old, in

my own long autumn without harvest.

They will still be here when I am gone,

unpruned, fruitless, forgotten,

unheeding of the passing of people

and the worlds they built in their minds.

14.-15.12.2023

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RADIO METEORS

There are radio meteors,

shooting stars heard not

seen, their brilliance lost;

only sound tells how voyages

of millions of years end.

14.12.2023

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WHEN AUTUMN FELL

There is love that is known

only when it's gone, recognized

when beyond reach; pointless,

bitter love for those once held in

embrace and pushed away

or allowed to slip away,

love that germinated too long

and sprang from Earth

when autumn fell.

14.12.2023

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ALL FLESH IS DUST

If but the mind

would be strong

and pure and

the flesh weak,

but the flesh

is as it is, and

the mind is weak

and horny,

and the swan

comes to Leda,

and the bull

comes to Europa,

and the golden

rain falls into

Danaë's tower,

and the eagle

carries away

Ganymede, and

in the crimson dusk

all flesh is dust.

14.12.2023

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ALL THE LITTLE ANGELS

All the little angels

with their broken wings,

their famished faces

smeared with blood,

all the big men with

their big spears

and their big guns,

leading them

to the wound cut

into the earth, where

machinge guns await

to sing their requiem.

14.12.2023

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TO DUST, INTO SEDIMENTS

That which doesn't crumble

at the hands of time is buried

under its shifting sands,

becomes fossils on

a canyon wall.

14.12.2023

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LIFE, THAT RUBIK'S CUBE

Life, that Rubik's cube,

which few solve,

but which solves all.

14.12.2023

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YET, I TOO, WONDER ABOUT THE MUMMY

About the ancient Egyptian royal mummy

which Gaston Maspero claimed was that

of king Thutmose I(r. 1504-1492 BCE),

Strange how we spend so much time

trying to find out who is the the late

17th dynasty or early 18th dynasty

prince with an arrowhead in his

chest, when a lot of teenagers

like him, across the world,

die with a bullet in

their chest.

14.12.2023

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LET'S TALK TO HUMANITY FIRST

Why would aliens send messages

to us, come and meet and talk

to us, when we ignore the messages

from most of humanity, refuse

to listen and meet and talk,

turn inward,  and just have

endless monologues in hermetic

echo chambers?

14.12.2023

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CAST OUT OF EDEN

What corrupted beings, angels

given gender and organs and lust,

apes given sentience, moving beyond

primal need to beget, conceive and procreate

life, are we, what now corrupted beings

whose imagination takes them beyond

the innocence of flesh and spirit,

and defames all, makes ugly all

that is pure in itself. We make

horrible the beautiful entanglings

of bodies, darken those brief moments

when two are one, make their bed

a bed of thorns, not of roses.

Like pigs we wallow in the mud

that fills our minds which once

were like those of angelic apes.

14.12.2023

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YOU DECIDE

Life is one big shared dream,

one big, brief shared dream,

and it depends on you

when you are living it

whether it's a happy dream

or a nightmare.

One big, shared happy dream

or one, big shared nightmare.

You decide.

14.12.2023

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THE STATE OF AFFAIRS IN MURICA

People who hanged out with men

in "6 Million Were Not Enough"

-shirts are now claiming that college

students who say "Free Palestine"

"want to kill all Jews".

People who claimed Jews are bringing

black and brown people into the USA

to enable "Great Replacement"

are now claiming that the shout

"From the River to the Sea"

is "a global call to kill all Jews".

And the 'moderates' nod in approval,

the media repeats it uncritically

and the big buck donors, like the angry

baboons they are, are shrieking,

baring their sharp, yellow teeth,

and defecate everywhere.

14.12.2023

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DU FU'S(712-770) DEATH

That was the final crossing,

as the dark waters below

and the dark skies above,

blurry to you weakened eyes,

merged and one black wave

of silence carried you away,

and the northern capitals,

longer-for, were as distant now

as the unreachable shore;

that was the final crossing,

from the crest of the world's

wave to the still waters

of the unmoving past.

14.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDREDTH AND FORTY-EIGHT DAY OF THE YEAR

I haven't yet gone to see the news about the genocide;

when you start you can't stop, it devours everything.

So I sit here, drinking coffee, reading about

26th dynasty tombs discovered in Egypt

while sipping coffee, listening to a video

about the invention of writing, plan finishing

that very much a second rate Yeats poem

I am working on, thinking of all the people

I have abandoned to their fates

that were far from pre-ordained.

14.12.2023

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AND THE MEDIA, OBEDIENTLY, REPEATS THIS

According to the same people

who claim that Italian Neo-Fascists

are "Center-Right",

and that the Neo-Nazis

in the United States

are "Conservatives",

Hamas are

"worse than Nazis"

and the

call for the liberation

of Palestinians

from Israeli occupation

and Apartheid,

to end the ongoing

genocide by Israel,

is a

"global call to murder

Jews everywhere".

And the media,

obediently,

repeats this.

14.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDREDTH AND FORTY-SEVENTH DAY OF THE YEAR

 Be the person people

think you are, not

the one you are;

except, of course,

if they think you are

Jack the Ripper,

Al Capone or

Ronald Reagan.

You know

what I mean:

Take the most

positive vision

people have

of you

and be

that person.

13.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDREDTH AND FORTY-SIXTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Switzerland is what you get

when you scrape the bottom

of the barrel of humanity.

On the day Israel blows up

a United Nations' school

after killing 134 UN workers,

Switzerland's government,

in power since 1959,

decides to cut aid

to UNRWA

because Israel and

Israeli Lobby demanded it.

 Switzerland is what you get

when you scrape the bottom

of the barrel of humanity.

12.12.2023

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NOOR BARAKA, AGED 6

As on a video of Palestinian

journalist Noor Harazeen.

Noor Baraka, aged 6,

breaths with difficulty,

and with every

laboured breath

blood pours

from her nostrils.

In an another hospital,

in an another land,

not under occupation,

not being bombed,

with ample supplies,

she might have

a chance,

she wouldn't

even be there,

blood pouring

from her nostrils

with every breath,

but this is

Israeli occupied

Palestine's Gaza Strip,

and an old man

in Washington,

in an old, grand 

white building,

decreed

that Apartheid Israel

has a right to do this

to Noor Baraka, aged 6,

and to thousands

upon thousands

of Palestinian children

like her.

Joe Biden

did this.

11.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDREDTH AND FORTY-FIFTH DAY OF THE YEAR

I don't take the bus,

go to the store,

for the sake of Gaza.

One more day of

black coffee and

crackers,

while hundreds

must be alive

under the rubble,

thirsty, hungry

and beyond

help

because a man

in Washington decreed

they must die.

No ceasefire,

no heavy rescue

equipment send.

Not even talk

of the latter,

because

a man in Washington

decreed they must

die.

So black coffee

and crackers,

while

hundreds more

are killed

today,

and dozens

buried alive

under the rubble,

people

who could be

saved,

if not for

Joe Biden

in Washington.

11.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDREDTH AND FORTY-FOURTH DAY OF THE YEAR

One called them 'a gentle giant',

but all broke in their hands

and their shadow was

that of a dwarf.

10.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDREDTH AND FORTY-THIRD DAY OF THE YEAR

Whatever the best that people

see in us, that we should be,

whether it truly exists

inside us or not.

09.12.2023

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WHEN FASCISTS ARE YOUR VOCAL ALLIES

Whatever its origins in the era of imperialism

and colonialism, modern Zionism is a Far-right

ideology. Just look at its allies. When Fascists

are your vocal allies, and you murder thousand

children per week, you are not liberal

or whatever fig leaf you try to hold.

09.12.2023

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ON THE THREE HUNDREDTH AND FORTY-SECOND DAY OF THE YEAR

Behind the closed curtains,

a night as I would say,

evening to others,

and here, a limbo,

a state of existence

in an illusion

of separation, while

the binding shackles

rust locked.

08.12.2023

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