tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73946550276663872992024-03-27T06:46:27.972-07:00Joe Shooman writesProse, poetry, sound, music, visuals from Joe Shooman
Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.comBlogger601125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-26979350320841780252024-03-27T06:45:00.000-07:002024-03-27T06:45:38.595-07:00Not the first, or the last<p>I’m not the first person to suffer a loss. I’m not even the first
person in my family to experience it. And so this feeling of
self-indulgence recurs; there’s a sense that I’m somehow milking
it. That by now I ought to have, in some way, gotten over it. And
that’s me, telling myself these things.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">That every time I
write something new it seems to be the same introspective guff with
themes of being de-anchored, of not knowing where things fit anymore,
or saying how very changed I am. Well, there’s another feeling and
another thought that’s starting to counter that, too.
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">That is: <i>so what?</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">And,
yes, even that very un-useful internal dialogue, expressed outward,
seems to be a call for sympathy, for head pats and for soothing
noises. Like a stricken animal. These are my puppydog eyes, literally
writ.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">There’s
a third feeling, thought, notion: it is somehow important to me, for
me, to look at me. To write these things down. Typing out some form
of – what? Therapy? Self-care? I suppose all these words are jigsaw
pieces to a puzzle of which I don’t yet know the picture. Perhaps,
also, I never will.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">So
it is, in many ways, a fool’s errand to obsess about trying to
capture the moments in which I feel I can at a distance sketch out
something of those parts of myself which need attention. Mostly they
need me to cuddle or coddle or curdle them; the output is nearly
always something that I share. I don’t know why that urge exists,
but I know that it is a demanding one that won’t leave me alone
unless I capitulate.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">As
objective as I can be about it, I am beginning to believe that these
pieces are the ripples, the aftershocks from a sudden bereavement.
But it is also true, I think, to say that these emotions and shards
of language were also always possible. Their own form wasn’t yet
made. They were, too, pieces seeking a puzzle’s picture. And to
stretch that metaphor: there is no neat box to put them in and to
shut the lid. If there ever was, it was only a matter of time before
something came along to rip that packaging apart. Torn,
unrecognisable forever.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I’m
not the first person or the last to be living with death; it is a
feature, or a bug, of being born in the first place. What I do know,
and I know it with more certainty than probably anything else I’ve
ever been sure of, is that each individual – scared, confused,
lonely, angry, bereft – is the first person to experience death in
their own self. Very different.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">So
what? </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> So
</span><i>that</i><span style="font-style: normal;">.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">And
so </span><i>this:</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> be
kind. </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Be
kind to yourself. I will try and be kind to myself, even if it seems
like I’m wallowing awhile, and even at those times when what comes
out is a desperate blubbering blast of helplessness. I don’t think
it’s self-indulgence, as such. On the contrary, it’s impossible
to even think about trudging forward without self-acknowledgement;
self-care requires complete self-honesty. I am sorry for myself
sometimes. And seeing that I am is very important indeed. Couching it
in language shows me parts of myself that would otherwise remain
tangled up. Things that would trip me up. That. I don’t need. And
on we go.</span></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-42125332909342520632024-03-26T01:52:00.000-07:002024-03-26T11:36:27.532-07:00Carapace<p>Don’t talk about how I have ever come back;</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I did not want this
new destination.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">You don’t recover,
you don’t return</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">because everything
has changed.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">It’s not correct
to look at preparation</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">for something so
quickened and strange.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">And if a deity is
close to hand</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">then grasp at them
with gasping grip.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Whatever comforts,
in its turn</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">reveals itself or
sidles off.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">And what is left is
left unfixed</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">surveying the broken
stuff.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The locus reasserts
itself</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and bundles you
forward again</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">through forests
petrified and burned</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and senses all
deranged;</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">you build a carapace
once more</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">that reassures. A
cage.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Trapped here to
always nod and smile,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">receiving heartfelt
love.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">A blurred and
desperate attempt</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">to reconstruct
yourself.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">An hour, a day, a
week, a month</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">go by in a curdling spell.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">All movement is
outside; the dullness within</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">won’t sharpen and
burnish away.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">No whetstone to
re-keen,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">no steel to spike
sparks.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Spluttering and
swept ever further awry</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">from an anchor cast
loose in the dark.</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-38164069450360237382024-03-22T02:35:00.000-07:002024-03-22T02:35:31.180-07:00Another Fucking Election<p> Listen:</p><p>Whichever grasping Ferengi pissant ends up leering at me in victory:</p><p>Don't wait til it's sunny to fix the fucking roof.</p><p>Just fix it.</p><p><br /></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-20894463335104522922024-03-15T02:42:00.000-07:002024-03-15T02:42:53.662-07:00Not Yet, But Let's Get Real<p>I don’t like pain. It hurts.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">That’s why I don’t
run marathons.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Hangovers an
irritation.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I’m kind of
fascinated;</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Eager, somewhat, to
see the credits roll.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Obviously, not any
time soon</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">(or ever, but let’s
get real.)</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I thought at one
time I’d do the same</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">as Aldous Huxley. Go
out tripping</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">my tits off.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ludicrousness wonder
clarity.
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">But, no. I’ll cop
it,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">not cop out.
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">That said, if I’m</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">in paroxysms and
incoherent -</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">turn the morphine
the fuck up to full</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and let me dream
into distance,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">into delusion, into
comfort;</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I do dissolve.
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Squinting a fading</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">idea of sighing mind
-</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">fade beyond feel -
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a welcome home</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">from gigglers gone.</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-44539872026889471302024-03-13T03:11:00.001-07:002024-03-13T03:11:54.731-07:00Ocean<p>I reckoned life was a boat</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">on the endless
universe’s ocean.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">But perhaps life is
the ocean</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and the boat is
understanding.</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-11605856649110578642024-03-13T03:11:00.000-07:002024-03-13T03:11:21.461-07:00Things<p> My mind told me to list</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">all the things
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">that I’d probably
never do again.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">All the Things
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">that I’ve been and
done.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Then I told my mind</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">that to be here at
all</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">to be able to think
of</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">listing those things</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">was enough.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">And that to be here
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">probably might mean</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">there were some
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">unexpected Things</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">yet to come.</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-88929947070773821692024-01-02T02:31:00.000-08:002024-01-02T02:31:45.988-08:00Why Tories are so shit at economics - in a nutshell<p>Right wing governments always want to cut back on public spending because when they actually do have to spend money they have no clue how to do it.</p><p>They have no idea what anything costs. </p><p>No sense of value vs price. </p><p>They are taken in by any smooth talking snake oil sellers - because the right wing power structure has no actual connection with reality as it pertains to anyone who isn’t themselves.</p><p>Because they don't care about how things actually work, they assume everyone is well off enough to get through.</p><p>They lack the vital understanding that people are forced to be amazingly and tragically inventive when they/we have no money: we make it through somehow despite the lack of cash. This is something most Tories have no experience of. It's like trying to explain colours to someone born blind.</p><p>Right wing governments don't like spending money cause THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO IT.</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-31589170443244222432023-12-17T03:18:00.000-08:002023-12-17T03:18:29.681-08:00the anticulturalist: appeal to objective reality and the anticulturalist response<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bDEi1TREZxGI-oGR-qnMajgyURCUyVvYQGwebLFkhhPIOwy3Ku5MlpynkW-EYrIvhOBPtG_N50Hkhw3kWy4tB6TcVAh1cJpXR-92x6RsIi1yPJ4S5ucXqwWuTePfG22UJL544GLL0t3fL4ZnWDL4Pb_UpIz6nlTRQKlpYf_AsulqhQZRdvNGN9jcOVPM/s815/antic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="815" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bDEi1TREZxGI-oGR-qnMajgyURCUyVvYQGwebLFkhhPIOwy3Ku5MlpynkW-EYrIvhOBPtG_N50Hkhw3kWy4tB6TcVAh1cJpXR-92x6RsIi1yPJ4S5ucXqwWuTePfG22UJL544GLL0t3fL4ZnWDL4Pb_UpIz6nlTRQKlpYf_AsulqhQZRdvNGN9jcOVPM/w640-h614/antic.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-13649176107708156772023-12-15T01:48:00.000-08:002023-12-15T01:51:57.313-08:00Sessions<p>we pondered at great
length</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and discussed for
quite a while</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">the fact that I was
prone</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">to overthinking</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">uh </p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">it takes most of a
session
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">to reach down deep
enough</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">to start to untangle
something</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">then the time is
gone and
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">well</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">see you next week</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I like to finish on
an up note
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">if I can</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">an affirmation </p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">or
acknowledgement</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">of something
positive</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">trouble is
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">once I leave the
chair
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and leave the room</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and leave the
building</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">the world is there
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I mean</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">carrying on of course</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and yeah of course of course </p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Nobody cares, I know
that,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">or better to say
that
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>everybody </i>cares but there is no <i>time</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">because
the earth spins, etc, </span>
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">and
work and whatnot</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">and
so on and all that</span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">gadzooks</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">did
they ever find out</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">where
Square One was?</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-79646775192692343602023-11-23T01:20:00.000-08:002023-11-23T01:32:54.223-08:00A Slow Dive<p>Supposed a slip</p><p>but the ground fell away</p><p>your trajectory twisted</p><p>inelegant sprawl</p><p>red zone suspension</p><p>through the muddy squall</p><p>negligent absence</p><p>darker distractions</p><p><br /></p><p>Cry wolf/help/blame</p><p>a learnt malevolence</p><p>staged rage. </p><p><br /></p><p>But no matter:</p><p>it is all wrapped pain.</p><p><br /></p><p>There is no possible</p><p>control of what</p><p>should not be;</p><p>neither should we</p><p>suffer unduly for that</p><p>which is done to us</p><p>for there is a future</p><p>when we catch each other.</p><p><br /></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-48664713790952802612023-09-09T02:35:00.004-07:002023-09-09T02:37:30.484-07:00When We Gather Again<p>My friends</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">we will gather again</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and speak to</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">the russet glow we
share,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">our greying growing
hair,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and seek to</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">salute the past with
grace,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">and then</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">share our fire and
follies;</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">show photos</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">of those who went
before,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">of those who’re
coming after,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">sons, daughters,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">our triumphs and our
glories;</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">make amends</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">for sharp words
half-forgotten,</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">give peace to</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">this world in
disrepair</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">the ever-heating air</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">where, brief though</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">life may be, the
beauty is we were</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">such friends.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-45387516368396013402023-08-04T07:48:00.003-07:002023-08-04T07:48:48.264-07:00None Of This Was Yours To Sell<p>Money funnels are a curse</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Take your hands out
of that purse</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">You stole a future,
hid it well</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">That none of this
was yours to sell</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The only
trickle-down to date</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Is piss from broken
cisterns, mate</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">You took our stuff
for a quick quid</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Which was not yours,
but don’t tell Sid</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Recite these words
into a mirror:</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Jesus Christ
loves every sinner</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-style: normal;">But
let’s be frank. Don’t you remember</span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">What
He did to money-lenders?</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Well,
clearly not. You stole the Bible</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">You
auctioned the manger in the stable</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">You
spend your time inventing needles</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">With
loopholes big enough to wheedle</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Money
comes, and money goes,</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Today’s
allies, tomorrow’s foes,</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The
dance of nonsense sputters on</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Your
feet are caught, your time is done</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Take
your hands out of my pocket</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Your
rhetoric is foul and rotted</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">You
sold us out. You sold us off.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">But
Karma – justice – is powerful stuff.</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-81000328160574676362023-07-30T04:53:00.002-07:002023-07-30T05:05:17.559-07:00His Name Was Nobody<p>There’s a dude I know whose only remaining ambition in life is to
own the world’s largest collection of pornographic medieval
marginalia</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Confusing as it may
seem I believe in his passion project as one of the final examples of
purity in the modern age</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">He spends much of
his time jacking off into ever starchier squares of muslin which he
bought once from a Turkish market
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">He was so proud of
his haggling that it was all he could do to keep himself from taking
it out and bludgeoning himself to a finish there and then</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">His name is Nobody
and he wants it to be known that he cares not a jot for your
contra-indications</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">No, not a single
bileous grunt will bubble up from that fumbly gutbush</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">He has recourse to a
fine line in gibberish and hapful deals it behind the jukebox at the
bar downtown</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Of course, you enter at your peril as the sneers are quite astronomically
griftsome, but Nobody never said that this would be a cakewalk, boy</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">He keeps it low,
lower than you’d imagine: his scene is no example for any upcoming
garbler</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">At one stage he’d
considered making it professionally but had to let that go when he
was discovered to be as broken as anyone else</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">More than some, and
that was really enough to be said on that one. Yeah, Nobody is a
dude I know and he makes it thinking about life in fetters and chains</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The more he thinks,
the less he does, and the paradox is shamefully brilliant, and
beautifully delivered on many a sticky wicket</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">He ain't beholden to
none and that’s why he is who he is</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">At root it’s only
common courtesy after all</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">So sings the whale
in the sea</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">As if that shit ever
helped anyone float</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Nobody's mammy has a mantra:</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Remember to do your
stretches</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>a groin strain is
more debilitating than you think</i></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-49390949400687659022023-07-24T23:36:00.004-07:002023-07-26T00:57:39.360-07:00Heavy is the Head<p>If heavy is the royal head that wears the royal crown</p><p>then take it off, and free yourself, and melt the bastard down</p><p>and think about the land you have, and who you stole it from:</p><p>return that to its owners – us – and get a real job.</p><p><br /></p><p>Take a moment here, too, to really contemplate:</p><p>Is accident of birth enough to be a head of state?</p><p>If you surely are born to rule then here’s a quick suggestion:</p><p>Run as a normal candidate in a proper election.</p><p><br /></p><p>Dismantle the whole edifice; the palaces and pomp</p><p>are expenses we just don’t need. And if the people want</p><p>a democratic, equal opportunity UK</p><p>then let the royals abdicate, and give us back our pay.</p><p><br /></p><p>“They bring in tourist cash,” say some. “It is our history.”</p><p>Well - nationalise this golden cage. Don’t give ‘em up for free.</p><p>Parade them for the gawping masses. Charge ‘em entry, too:</p><p>but first admit that what you’ll have’s a royal petting zoo.</p><p><br /></p><p>Ay. heavy is the country’s head that accepts royalty</p><p>Without a check or balance or accountability.</p><p>Throw off the weight; cast off the chains; grow up and look around;</p><p>It’s morally repugnant to pay for this fetid crown. </p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-30707780642193088202023-07-08T00:56:00.003-07:002023-07-08T00:59:10.111-07:00The Code<p>Neglected impossible cravings are sparking and spiking in me</p><p>Awry and implacable rantings and ravings are fighting in me</p><p>a jarring mass of garble</p><p>and there’s too many words</p><p>a multiplying mulch</p><p>A flashing of devilry spitting and grasping and biting at me</p><p>it’s never felt so good</p><p><br /></p><p>A wrecking ball swinging and smashing its chaotic locus through me</p><p>Relentlessly rubbling, belligerently bubbling laughter at me</p><p>a callous rasp of triumph</p><p>accords its lousy rush</p><p>a disenchanting crash</p><p>A tumult of discordant snatches of melody jeering at me</p><p>a tongue-tip out of reach</p><p><br /></p><p>I’m ever so careful to only make promises that I can keep</p><p>My sense of proportion is veiled in distortion so forgive my slip</p><p>a gremlin in the tower</p><p>the power lines are down</p><p>the traffic lanterns flash</p><p>A cascade of morally suspect delusions spews drivel at me</p><p>and I spew it right back</p><p><br /></p><p>An unwanted presence, a juddering essence is spluttering in me</p><p>Push down on the pedal, recoil at the resulting stuttering beat</p><p>and no-one knows the keycode</p><p>is written in my bones</p><p>the one thing that I own</p><p>Distracting, contracting, a test tube reacting asks poison of me</p><p>or cadence or release</p><p><br /></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-83198574554568350992023-06-30T08:02:00.003-07:002023-06-30T08:02:33.484-07:00o i wish<p>o i wish</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">there was a god</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">to curse</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">or one</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">to comfort</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">but</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a wish is not</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">a truth</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o i do</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">not want this</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">chance to say</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">goodbye</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">not yet</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">no</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">stay</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">stay stay and</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">stay</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">o i wish</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">there was a better</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">place</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">try and</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">go to one and</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">please</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">make a fool</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">of us all</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>For Duncan x</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-27873983630312136322023-06-26T07:45:00.001-07:002023-06-26T07:45:03.068-07:00Bug as Feature<p>They don’t do factory reset for humans. I checked.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">A nightly reboot
isn’t the refreshment it should be.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Wish I’d had a
pre-buy chance to check the T&Cs.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I don’t think on
balance I would’ve clicked accept.</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-32595437849358968082023-06-19T02:31:00.003-07:002023-06-19T02:41:35.663-07:00You Talk In Song Titles<p>You talk in song titles</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">But our orbits trace
different cycles</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">A particle and a
wave</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Emitting vibrations</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Non-consonant upper
harmonics</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Our signals decohere</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">At the event horizon</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">There may be
singularity</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">There will be no
collapse today</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Listen <a href="https://youtu.be/63G5J9ma1zY" target="_blank">Here </a>for the music</i></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-36201769759784383282023-06-17T00:40:00.010-07:002023-06-17T00:42:40.697-07:00One Day In July<p>The sun will come again</p><p>It’s how it’s always been</p><p>Some things just stay the same</p><p>One day in July</p><p><br /></p><p>Take only what you need</p><p>Leave flimsy memories</p><p>We litter anyway</p><p>One day in July</p><p><br /></p><p>A fleeting shadow glimpse</p><p>A whispered rumour life</p><p>Bleeding silently</p><p>One day in July</p><p><br /></p><p>And yet the sun will come</p><p>And burn some rain away</p><p>Rainbows in oil spills</p><p>One day in July</p><p><br /></p><p align="left" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">A performance <a href="https://youtu.be/E04vOUbqecQ" target="_blank">here</a>, in demo-ish form.</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-36873241341541559242023-06-13T08:04:00.001-07:002023-06-13T08:04:10.019-07:00Cacophony of Cretins<p>Shut the fuck up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Sit the fuck down</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">You cacophony of
cretins</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Grow the fuck up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Log the fuck off</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Unsubstantiated
bullshit</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Imagine going
through life that angry
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">An accident of birth
is all you’ve got</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Punch up not down
not across but up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Punch up not down
not across but up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The truth my friend
is that we could be</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Dying in that boat
but for the grace of God</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Punch up not down
not across but up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Punch up not down
not across but up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I did my own
research, look at me</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The results were
that you’re a cunt</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Punch up not down
not across but up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Punch up not down
not across but up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Punch up not down
not across but up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Punch up not down
not across but up</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-87137826040871592942023-06-06T00:56:00.004-07:002023-06-06T00:56:30.158-07:00Stop!<p>Regarding Your Signs:</p><p><i>Stop! The Boats!</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Stop! Benefit Fraud!</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Stop! Nebulous
Bullshit!</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Instead!</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Fix! Things!</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Things You Broke!</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The Country You
Broke!</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Stop! Chasing
Headlines!</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Stop! Being Cunts!</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Stop!
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Just!</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Please!</i></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Stop!</i></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-66397325862944566462023-06-05T04:28:00.003-07:002023-06-05T04:29:04.380-07:00More Reflections on Death and Shit<p><span style="font-size: medium;">I sometimes look back at writing I did during that period, videos I recorded, things I scraped together. I can see my eyes are hardly in the world. It’s through a total distortion of flooded tears. I will never be how I was, who I was, in the before-times. I think I have accepted now that this is how it has to be; that the before-times belonged to then. That now, the developed Me has more understanding of life because death is such a harsh and violent tutor. You have no choice but to wake up and learn again how to deal with things that you never before considered. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I suppose it’s like driving a car. When you’ve done a journey countless times you get into a state of flow, where you’re not worrying about the mechanics of it. You’re not consciously doing any Driving, unless something comes along to shock you out of it. Where this metaphor breaks down (pun intended) is that you can learn to drive, from someone who can show you how to operate all the bits and bobs you need. Once you know you can do it, you pass a test and get on the road. What you are really learning is how to free yourself from the conscious effort of operating the machinery. You’re learning to consider it part of your body, I think. You don’t usually have to work out how to pick up a biscuit do you. To tell your muscles to move together in a certain way, and your hand to make a certain shape, and all that. Babies learn it. And you have to re-learn it if you’ve been somehow disabled. Then the subconscious can kick in.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">What am I saying? I don’t know, really. It’s even more important than biscuits. The worst that could happen there is that it flops into your cup of tea cause you’ve dunked it too long. With cars, you can be in a wonderful state of flow, pootling along merrily and singing along to O Fortuna, but suddenly a juggernaut crashes into your back end, sending you spinning across the central reservation where, trapped by your twisted-metal wreck, bruised to fuck by the airbag, all you can do is stare terrified into the eyes of the headlights of ten lanes of oncoming motorway traffic.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">And there is no test for that. No training. No safety net. Good luck; you will need it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">x</span></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-19093359383000409182023-05-19T23:41:00.005-07:002023-05-19T23:42:04.733-07:00Maté<p>Dios mio</p><p>Que pasa aqui?</p><p>Madre deos</p><p>Que pasa con ti?</p><p><br /></p><p>Maté a tu dios</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-64015300344023443702023-04-26T03:00:00.004-07:002023-04-26T03:03:39.341-07:00Atgofiant<p><i><a href="https://youtu.be/nN6onAQ0hGg" target="_blank">(Cliciwch yma am byfformiad)</a></i></p><p><br /></p><p>Dwi’n gwbod fod chi’n trio eich orau</p>
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ond peidiwch a galw i ‘dewr’</p>
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Beth arall alla i wneud?</p>
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Beth arall fedra i wneud</p>
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ond gario mlaen?</p>
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Os tasa i deithio nol</p>
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I’r dyddiau drwm a ddu</p>
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buasa i dweud wrtha fy hun:</p>
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“Fydd foment yn ddod</p>
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o heddwch. Cofiwch:</p>
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dach chi ddim yn bradwr</p>
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os dach chi’n chwerthin</p>
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neu mond gael awr ddawel.</p>
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Ac nid dach chi’n wneud unrhuwbeth</p>
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o’i le, os dach chi’n sylweddoli</p>
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fod dach chi ddim wedi bod yn</p>
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drist dros yr hanner awr diwetha.”</p>
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Mae’n siml. Ac yn ol Dafydd Iwan -</p>
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wel, dan ni gyd yn gwbod geiriau y gan rwan, ynte?</p>
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Fydd diwrnod yn ddod
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pan dach chi’n nabod ystyr newydd yr eiriau hefyd.</p>
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Fydd ddiwrnod ymhob bywyd</p>
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pan fedrach chi ddim wneud ddim</p>
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heblaw gario mlaen.</p>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394655027666387299.post-49033000459155905412023-04-25T03:30:00.000-07:002023-04-25T03:30:15.230-07:00The Million Names of God<p>You have a million names</p><p>but you answer to none</p><p><br /></p><p>I sang thousands of hymns</p><p>the church reverb was beautiful</p><p>and the stained glass trembled</p><p>but did not smash</p><p>and those thick stone walls</p><p>exhaled reverberations</p><p>into the cavity of a millennium</p><p><br /></p><p>But I did not see you, Lord</p><p>I think you did not come</p><p><br /></p><p>Hell, I wrote a couple of hymns myself</p><p>and the boys sang treble whilst they still could</p><p>and I listened out for you</p><p>in the delicate vibrato</p><p>of the prepubescent choir</p><p>I really listened</p><p>to those glistening lips</p><p>of the grubby cherubs</p><p><br /></p><p>But there were </p><p>No heavenly harmonics</p><p>You have a million names</p><p>but you answer to none</p><p><br /></p><p>I wanted to pray one time. I was broken</p><p>I wanted communion. Comfort</p><p>my soul – in pieces</p><p>my life – in disarray</p><p>I called to the lamb</p><p>but the only bleat I heard</p><p>was my own</p><p>unrelenting</p><p>sobbing</p><p><br /></p><p>Did you hear me then Lord</p><p>When I called to you</p><p>You have a million names</p><p>but you answer to none</p><p><br /></p><p>Will you hear me now?</p><p>Ay, these trials go on</p><p>but I have come through </p><p>circles of my own hell</p><p>alone</p><p>I do not need you, Lord</p><p>it seems like I never did</p><p>and maybe that is the lesson.</p><p>Heck, maybe it always was the lesson:</p><p><br /></p><p>That you have a million names</p><p>and you will never answer </p><p>to any single one</p><div><br /></div>Joe Shoomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09647880508981257677noreply@blogger.com0