Climate ActivistsdVerse Poets – Poetics – Secrets
Merril at dVerse has invited us to consider writing a poem about secrets.
Photo: Courier Mail: October 2019, 50 Climate Activists arrested in Melbourne.
“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.” Che Guevara
The Secret Fantasy
To take a life
even for a cause,
how does one do that with any ease
that it never haunts,
eternally wounding the self,
twisting bowel and heart in
feverish spasms of regret,
causing clever mind plays
of robust justification,
all those greats who advocated
against that dark horror
even baring their own chests to
the chance of bullets
without reproach,
and my life has been persuaded
of that very path, and yet,
there are those days of longing
to come out of Kinshasa,
to leave the mountains of Bolivia,
to wear the beret once again
and to strike at the heart of the
corpulent monster strangling the world.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Love is the hardest strike of all.
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That is true, so true.
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😊
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Oh yes!! This almost pacifist has murderoys thoughts!
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Ah, yes, itchy trigger finger.
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“to strike at the heart of the
corpulent monster strangling the world” and the moment we realize we are the heart of the world.
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Yes indeed, we are, thank you for that reflection Victoria,
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and yet…
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🙂 indeed
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Yes, I totally understand this. To be a person who believes in peace, and yet to want to throttle the monsters (or even just to shake some people and say “wake up!”)
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Absolutely Merril, and thank you.
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It is a tempting fantasy, to imagine just putting an end to the monster once and for all.
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I have those moments, even a reel running around my head. Very tempting. Thank you for saying it.
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Nice descriptive line: “eternally wounding the self”
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many thanks for your encouraging response Frank, much appreciated.
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I fear that common decency will be beyond us all at some point. This climate crisis and associated bushfires are not bringing us together but tearing us further apart. I find myself not caring about civility anymore. So your poem resonates, Paul. Unfortunately it is a fight that none of us can win.
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Yes, I think that too, leadership has been unable to bring us together at fed level, and I’m not willing to respond to the the BS of govt, so I feel stuck. i lost my civility yesterday to a woman named McKenzie 🙂 I fear I’ve caught something nasty. It’s not the right thing to say, but I reckon the mess of the govt will eventually find us uniting on what we want.
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Paul, your optimism is refreshing, if not a little naïve. She will be damned (if she does). I find it hard to believe that she acted alone. That is not the way these things work. The sacrifice will be made, hands wiped clean (sic) and they will move on. Still, I like your thinking.
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They will make it up as a false contrition, now they’re found out of course.
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We’ll see.
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🙂
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I totally agree to Ana Daksina’s comment. Wonderful written! Michael
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Thank you so much Michael
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:-))
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well expressed wish for they cannot hear reason!
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No, and even as a pacifist I know I have the capacity to wish them dead.
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fortunately I know that karma always comes round for all the good or evil that we create … so I know they will pay their debt!
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I’d just like to speed that up a bit.
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the longer it takes the more it multiplies exponentially … like a credit card debt 🙂
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Charles
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Happy to share it!!!
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I think a little of my terminally ill brother, who once said: there is no fight at all. I can’t fight cancer and yet I pretend there is a chance.
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Ah, a traumatic journey, I have some connection with cancer patients, yes, they would resonate with your brother’s comment.
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And what do you think about the climate activists in this regard? Do they fight for a complete lost case?
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Not completely lost, just having to fight our useless government who are busy working against the environment.
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Thank you
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