“Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.” Maya Angelou
A Voice In The Noise There seem to be more words than infinity can muster, sentences and phrases strung together passing through me, unpunctuated noise piercing my unguarded mind, so many mouths spewing sound with no discernible form droning earnest speculative meaninglessness, a kind of backscatter logos, an anaesthetic for the age, sound devoid of content, spittle filled nonsense, flushed piss, atrophy of a generation drugged by equilibrium, that boat won't be rocked, peace in our time insta in yoga pants, while my teeth grind to dust and the earth flames, faintly I heard a prophet speak. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
I would say that “peace in our time insta in yoga pants” is the objective correlative for our current moment in time.
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I nearly didn’t put that in, but it is on my mind, how did we get to that, gah!
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A powerful piece Paul🤗
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Much appreciated Cheryl, thank you very much indeed.
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Reblogged this on Wonders of Wandering.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Wow powerful poem – a prophetic voice indeed
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Thank you so much 🙂
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