Armchair Complacency – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Paris, May 1968, independent.co.uk

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” Martin Luther King Jr.

Armchair Complacency

Why do I feel so alone in the world,
have all the revolutionaries retired,
how is it that armchairs are all the rage
and ideas have fallen to banal repetition?

Have all the revolutionaries retired,
it seems that all have surrendered
and ideas have fallen to banal repetition,
where exists the praxis of upheaval?

It seems that all have surrendered
to the algorithm of complacency,
where exists the praxis of upheaval,
how did we become chained to lies?

To the algorithm of complacency,
how is that armchairs are all the rage,
how did we become chained to lies,
why do I feel so alone in the world?


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30 Comments

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30 responses to “Armchair Complacency – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. The algorithm of complacency. Good one.

    Liked by 4 people

  2. A very effective pantoum. I can’t help but think that good people have had the revolution beaten out of them (metaphorically speaking).

    Liked by 3 people

  3. Wasn’t it Fidel Castro who had said “Revolutionaers never will retire?” 😉 xx Michael

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Well put. I think a lot of us feel similar.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. lync56

    Amazing pantoum – yes indeed I totally agree

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    Liked by 1 person

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