By Gub
(15th of September 2013)
I am tripping
If I close my eyes
I feel the earth's spin
Sounds fall inside a closed wall
The airport windows distorted by fog
And a slowed down rumble
Of passenger's luggage wheels
Echo like thunder
I am here, but not
There, but not
I float in and out of time
A space less
Location less
Face
Travelling forth without continent
My mass is braced for landfall
But I have lost touch with touch
In this soundless fenceless state...
Friday, 18 October 2013
Gyroscope
By Gub
(15th of September)
Tensile thing
This human will
And ratchet tight
The wire
On which
We stand
Balance
Only
Holds
Us
From a fall
Dancing
Back and forth we
Weight shift from
Side to side
An uncertain
Limbo
Some moments
Lithe and lucid
Otherwise lumbered
And misplaced
No place
To rest
The gyro's
Energy
Negating
Energy
The reversed
Spin
Momentum
Stilled
A mountain
Of effort
This life
For the ascent of a pin?
(15th of September)
Tensile thing
This human will
And ratchet tight
The wire
On which
We stand
Balance
Only
Holds
Us
From a fall
Dancing
Back and forth we
Weight shift from
Side to side
An uncertain
Limbo
Some moments
Lithe and lucid
Otherwise lumbered
And misplaced
No place
To rest
The gyro's
Energy
Negating
Energy
The reversed
Spin
Momentum
Stilled
A mountain
Of effort
This life
For the ascent of a pin?
Where We Meet
(the 3rd of October 2013)
The evening kitchen table
A levelling space
To unload the apron of life
Worries held tight to the chest
Emptied of charms
I chase your eyes along alleyways
Carved in the wood-grain
We meet to join our threads together
To bandage the cuts
We find each-other from amidst the day's tumult
The evening kitchen table
A levelling space
To unload the apron of life
Worries held tight to the chest
Emptied of charms
I chase your eyes along alleyways
Carved in the wood-grain
We meet to join our threads together
To bandage the cuts
We find each-other from amidst the day's tumult
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Stir and Heat Came
(London, the 19th of July 2013)
I lay awake
In the dark room
Soaked in your stir
I think of you
A loom spinning
Amidst dresses
Splayed across the floor
Like pregnant seals
The dawn not yet a blur
You thump, strop and slam
Mining space for a pocket of order -
Are you filling a case
Or bracing in mortar
The broken soul
Of the castaway.
Heat came
(By Gub, the 19th of July 2013)
That heat came;
Alien
Element
In our otherwise
Tame and tidy world
And rattled
The thermostat
Of our lives
Temporary outcasts though
We were
From the nest
That shaped us.
Now with this
Furnace on our
Napes - we blunder
On and fail to close
The portal
So each day becomes
A tide of effort
Rushing up and down
The beach making
No headway -
We can only struggle with
The surge
The pebble bash
Back and forth
Amidst the
Froth, the curses
And where against
The barnacled stones
We come to rest?
And when can
Play resume?
Is a metaphorical and
Metaphysical test of
Strength as binding
And un bounding
As a simple
Quest
Home?
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
Theo's Hands
(By Gub, the 11th of February, 2013, London)
At six he clasps
The future
Ten fingers
Figuring facts,
Fictions,
Falsehoods.
He folds the world
In a palm that
Is warmed by strength
And the condensing
Vapour
Of youth.
There is comfort there
In his small hands
The fusion of ourselves
Through genes
And this newer
Being - himself,
Charmed.
His childhood
Fuses memories
Of
Molten
Gold
And Ingots cast
In flesh, will
Small fingers also one day hold,
Feathered in his own
Manly down.
At six he clasps
The future
Ten fingers
Figuring facts,
Fictions,
Falsehoods.
He folds the world
In a palm that
Is warmed by strength
And the condensing
Vapour
Of youth.
There is comfort there
In his small hands
The fusion of ourselves
Through genes
And this newer
Being - himself,
Charmed.
His childhood
Fuses memories
Of
Molten
Gold
And Ingots cast
In flesh, will
Small fingers also one day hold,
Feathered in his own
Manly down.
Tuesday, 15 January 2013
Walls
(By Gub, Berlin)
The light that breaks
Clouded shapes
Graffiti falls
On slabbed
Walls
Charts
Defeat of
Segregated
Beats
Between the rising
And the setting
Of the sun
On Europe's
Tidal boundary
The bulkhead broken
History frozen
Feet on the pavement
Roll on
The light that breaks
Clouded shapes
Graffiti falls
On slabbed
Walls
Charts
Defeat of
Segregated
Beats
Between the rising
And the setting
Of the sun
On Europe's
Tidal boundary
The bulkhead broken
History frozen
Feet on the pavement
Roll on
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Wish
(By Gub)
My one wish is this:
That my world was whole,
Undivided by war, by this schism
Between our halves
You speak of love
You mother my child
You are precious
Yes - but also untamed
And wild.
Will we capture the unbridled
Force that drives us apart ?
Will we break it's power or is it
Part of us ?
The effects are corrosive
Un-redeeming, bereft of love
Blasé, reductive -- half-witted.
Yet - they consume the moment,
The hour, the evening.
I feel lost unseated -
Is the chapter turned
The book unbound?
Are we finished together and
Lifetimes continue, unfound
My one wish is this:
That my world was whole,
Undivided by war, by this schism
Between our halves
You speak of love
You mother my child
You are precious
Yes - but also untamed
And wild.
Will we capture the unbridled
Force that drives us apart ?
Will we break it's power or is it
Part of us ?
The effects are corrosive
Un-redeeming, bereft of love
Blasé, reductive -- half-witted.
Yet - they consume the moment,
The hour, the evening.
I feel lost unseated -
Is the chapter turned
The book unbound?
Are we finished together and
Lifetimes continue, unfound
Chimeric Barbecue
(New Year's Eve, Olympos, Turkey)
Strangers of history
Offer mushrooms
Fried
On the Eternal Flame
Violins whine
Poets beat their chests
In empty rooms
Wailing "Ubi sunt"
Where are they
Wrestlers, benefactors
Harbour prostitutes
Amphitheatre actors
Jesting, meddling gods
Pines bowling over the ruins
So much mince to re-claim
At the scattering hands
Of the Mad Harvester
Oranges rot in the river
Strangers of history
Offer mushrooms
Fried
On the Eternal Flame
Violins whine
Poets beat their chests
In empty rooms
Wailing "Ubi sunt"
Where are they
Wrestlers, benefactors
Harbour prostitutes
Amphitheatre actors
Jesting, meddling gods
Pines bowling over the ruins
So much mince to re-claim
At the scattering hands
Of the Mad Harvester
Oranges rot in the river
Pomegranates
Swell
And burst in the rain
Swell
And burst in the rain
Caprice
(By Gub, December, HBC)
A flower in love
A scorpion in a storm
Reason has no charm
Logic's a thorn
A flower in love
A scorpion in a storm
Reason has no charm
Logic's a thorn
Don't bribe my heart
With platitudes
Of age's imbecile
Progress
From needy child
To manly tears
I don't want capricious
Caresses
But the impossible
Promise
Of unending
Summer
Of nectar
With no recess
With platitudes
Of age's imbecile
Progress
From needy child
To manly tears
I don't want capricious
Caresses
But the impossible
Promise
Of unending
Summer
Of nectar
With no recess
The Speaker
(By Gub, November, HBC)
His voice
Volleys
Around the room
A volatile
Timpani of
Words
Ricochet
Off the walls,
Bounce
And then
Fall flat
Empty and
Volume-less.
Bubbles, popped,
By contact with hard
Materials -
Matter over mind
His voice
Volleys
Around the room
A volatile
Timpani of
Words
Ricochet
Off the walls,
Bounce
And then
Fall flat
Empty and
Volume-less.
Bubbles, popped,
By contact with hard
Materials -
Matter over mind
What matter?
Mind over matter?
Oh never mind.
Mind over matter?
Oh never mind.
The Turk
(By Gub, Turkey)
A cacophony
Accords:
The story of rupture,
Of velveted war, of a much perfumed
Overlord.
The turkiman - the crescent star
Surlyman,
A cacophony
Accords:
The story of rupture,
Of velveted war, of a much perfumed
Overlord.
The turkiman - the crescent star
Surlyman,
Balkan baron,
Islamic raider
Of Byzantine empire.
Sufi,
Of Byzantine empire.
Sufi,
Dervish,
devilish dance
The swirling unctions of massaging chance.
Three centuries of Osman's tree
Constantinople falls,
The swirling unctions of massaging chance.
Three centuries of Osman's tree
Constantinople falls,
Vienna in the harem
Of Sardinapolis' branch.
Europe curses the opulence of Asia's
Gate - the thrusting forward of this mystic
Eastern state.
Top kapi's
Palace
Sherbet dream
Istanbul - miasma of cultures
Corporal and spiritual haven
Reigns
Supreme.
The Turk
May endure decline
Yet, the cultural layer cake
Of his chosen planet
Remains spiced
By five centuries
Of the sublime.
Of Sardinapolis' branch.
Europe curses the opulence of Asia's
Gate - the thrusting forward of this mystic
Eastern state.
Top kapi's
Palace
Sherbet dream
Istanbul - miasma of cultures
Corporal and spiritual haven
Reigns
Supreme.
The Turk
May endure decline
Yet, the cultural layer cake
Of his chosen planet
Remains spiced
By five centuries
Of the sublime.
Patara, Incomplete
( Turkey)
Full-baked illusion
Unravels in the jaws of the amphitheatre,
Washed-out bath floors,
The orkestra
Life chasing
Life
Amongst the colonnades
Clean lines
Reflected sideways
In unclean waters
How diminished a civilisation
That can no longer speak
Its own name
Unravels in the jaws of the amphitheatre,
Washed-out bath floors,
The orkestra
Life chasing
Life
Amongst the colonnades
Clean lines
Reflected sideways
In unclean waters
How diminished a civilisation
That can no longer speak
Its own name
Women worship
The fruit of new seeds
What time has yet to steal
Lies scattered in an open field
Inventory of a broken world
Pieces inane
Outlines guessed,
Numbered
Incomplete
The fruit of new seeds
What time has yet to steal
Lies scattered in an open field
Inventory of a broken world
Pieces inane
Outlines guessed,
Numbered
Incomplete
Lost Gods
(By Gub, Turkey)
Turkey astounds me
Mouths exploding with smoke
Lungs with courteous rhetoric
Landscapes bathed with ruined basilicas
Statues. Seascapes. Purple history
Greek, Roman, polygamous ottomans
Sensual kingdoms of texture, architecture, attire
And polymorphous deities - more gods than time to praise.
Surely the green, blue, grey eyes,
The cosmos rolling millennia into a granite ball
Has hurled its last from the Anatolian peninsular ?
What use for Olympians in the bubbled cellophane of
Tesco's fruit cultivation ?
And Heracles outside of the garden centre statuette ?
Man has sunk his gods
And with them, the deity of his nature.
He is bereft of soul
That vessel which one birthed
Whole cultures, civilisations
Is stranded
Locked into an iPod
An email
A tweet
His cosmos is software
Gods are apps
Constellations once stars in the heavens
Are contacts on Facebook
No longer lights to guide a ship by
But GPS signals - the dying of providence,
Of fate and faith in profane love
Turkey astounds me
Mouths exploding with smoke
Lungs with courteous rhetoric
Landscapes bathed with ruined basilicas
Statues. Seascapes. Purple history
Greek, Roman, polygamous ottomans
Sensual kingdoms of texture, architecture, attire
And polymorphous deities - more gods than time to praise.
Surely the green, blue, grey eyes,
The cosmos rolling millennia into a granite ball
Has hurled its last from the Anatolian peninsular ?
What use for Olympians in the bubbled cellophane of
Tesco's fruit cultivation ?
And Heracles outside of the garden centre statuette ?
Man has sunk his gods
And with them, the deity of his nature.
He is bereft of soul
That vessel which one birthed
Whole cultures, civilisations
Is stranded
Locked into an iPod
An email
A tweet
His cosmos is software
Gods are apps
Constellations once stars in the heavens
Are contacts on Facebook
No longer lights to guide a ship by
But GPS signals - the dying of providence,
Of fate and faith in profane love
The ascent
Of man
Of man
More compassion
Less violence
And poverty
Maybe -
But in our souls we are bleeding
For civilisations weren't for the deification
Of man's right to survive at the expense of everything.
There were also admissions of humility, of limitations, of acceptances
The transient holiness of spirit breaking through generations and
histories
Until now they endured - absolute belief that all deities were greater
than we - that God was the greatest of all
The deities are all dead -
Less violence
And poverty
Maybe -
But in our souls we are bleeding
For civilisations weren't for the deification
Of man's right to survive at the expense of everything.
There were also admissions of humility, of limitations, of acceptances
The transient holiness of spirit breaking through generations and
histories
Until now they endured - absolute belief that all deities were greater
than we - that God was the greatest of all
The deities are all dead -
God may survive but only in fanatical pathology
We are alone with our virtual kingdoms
We are alone with our virtual kingdoms
our viral universe
our tiresome language of branding all worlds the same.
All worlds end: stars explode/implode,
All worlds end: stars explode/implode,
the rhythm of solar systems
still governed by unknown principles.
One day we may exploit the truth - but precedent shows only one constant.
Man never gets one over on the future.
still governed by unknown principles.
One day we may exploit the truth - but precedent shows only one constant.
Man never gets one over on the future.
Labyrinth
(By Gub, Turkey)
We float diaphanous
pillars of salt on a rising tide.
Wounded bleeds
Inflict torturous
Love
The battle to live
To die
Surrenders to the
Abyss
In which fear lies
Down with the ashes
Of wasted days
The dirt and the hunger
Of praise meanly passed-up,
soft words not whispered
Caresses withdrawn
Kisses unlaid.
Such feelings are children
Un-childrened
We float diaphanous
pillars of salt on a rising tide.
Wounded bleeds
Inflict torturous
Love
The battle to live
To die
Surrenders to the
Abyss
In which fear lies
Down with the ashes
Of wasted days
The dirt and the hunger
Of praise meanly passed-up,
soft words not whispered
Caresses withdrawn
Kisses unlaid.
Such feelings are children
Un-childrened
Averting the sentry's gaze
We pass by the colosseum
Orpheus,
The first Orphan,
Sees us wander
Recognises earth's
Loss - as we enter the underworld.
The land of the living lifeless
Man's god gotten selfish maze.
We pass by the colosseum
Orpheus,
The first Orphan,
Sees us wander
Recognises earth's
Loss - as we enter the underworld.
The land of the living lifeless
Man's god gotten selfish maze.
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