Thursday, June 28, 2007

Permanent Pen On Vinyl

Bhundu Boys – I can listen
on CD via
laptop or player
earphones, speakers, surround sound,
Ipod,
Ipaq,
Walkman,
Grundig,
down the street,
at the kitchen table,
on the cream leather sofa,
the two-piece African chair,
in bed,
in the garden,
in the sun.

Those hands, smiles,
voices are dead;
so young,
so early
so long.


[Rise Kagonga is still in Scotland,
but don’t let life get in the way
of love of money.]

Change

If we are going have change,
we need to change.

If we are going to change,
we need education.

Not “Education, Education, Education”,
for money, industry and appearances,
Education
as in Learning,
discovering how things work,
helping each other learn,
making things better
spreading contentment,
comfort and happiness.

No,
not, “Education, Education, Education”.
More like, “How, How, How”
And, "Ho Ho Ho".

More fun,
less shooting
from the hip lip.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Spitter Spatter Lies

Scooter
-spit

Libby
-spit

Bush
-spit

Cheney
-spit

Rumsfeld
-spit

enough to give 'prison' a bad name...

Bush
Oil
Enron
-spit - spit - spit

Waiting In Limbo

Nothing new here:

Guantánamo

A Breughel in the West Indies

At the centre and heart
a clay oven
roofed with corrugated
iron.
The woman
in the red dress - and apron
feeds a loaf
in on a long wooden paddle.
More risen loaves
wait on a sturdy
table.

Two boys, bright shirts
squat in the yard,
playing marbles.
Two hens,
proud, combed, red,
peck and scratch.

A man,
blue trousered, white shirt,
laid back hat,
back from work,
chats with woman sitting
on the throne of her door-step.

I love this picture of a warm
and natural life. Even
when it hangs
over
our gas-fired Aga.