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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 12, 2007 23:43:26 GMT -5
extract from the poem 'man god metamorphosis' written in the year 2003 and published in the collection of poems 'island i call home' 2005. as the political life of the two architects of this horrible futile war is coming to an embarrassing end, the political life of their replacements has taken its first steps...
repeat, repeat, repeat weapons of mass distraction, a living finality - plop you are now become god's newly chosen futile craving, nay you ARE the god who leads us by his loaded wisdom balls
it is not history that will judge laud forgive or curse you
but the whims of the next god to follow you.
Franz Rosenzweig where shall we start our search for an axis of evil if not in our marrow?
leave passion, leave smell, leave touch and language behind for we now harvest power-presence from walls and poles and wire-netting and barbed-wire and now, heads on poles have made a comeback too we harvest with a mouth obedient to his invincibility; invincibility soon to be vanquished in between rays from our mind.
for those of us who have been here before know that only the factory of fragile gods may survive
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Post by Shell on Jun 17, 2007 12:13:23 GMT -5
Awesome writing, Dunstan! Passionately dynamic throughout. I must applaud:
"where shall we start our search for an axis of evil if not in our marrow?"
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