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Hey You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem in the style of the Beat Generation.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Allen Ginsberg and the Beat Generation

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“Once constituted, capital reproduces itself faster than output increases. The past devours the future.” Thomas Piketty

Hey You

Were you a true believer, ever,
selling your sanity to the screeches of
those unhinged saxophone doors,
trusting those hollow voices to 
pledge your vote for the repeat robbery
every four years of soulless lies,
buried in factory drudge and mortgage blues,
ammunition pin-cushions for those cowards
of mealy morals for the circuit generation,
held as forever infants in the corral of
dumbliness in a pinata world awaiting,
unconsciously of course, the beating stick
to spew those candy brains
on stained streets of harrow,
bleeding with anguish at the revelations
in newsprint voices alight across a
million regretful ears now strained,
holding virginal shock, asking
who knew, not wanting to know,
not ever, who destroyed  the dream of
landfill and plastic obsolescence that
sparkled like summer with cheap hopes
we could sweat for in eulogies of
ill-health for codependents whose
bass line was dirged with fear,
that all would be lost,
and it was all completely lost,
in that cul-de-sac of avarice that
drove the freight train that ran over us,
spilling our philosophies of doggerel dollars
for homeless rainbows where I still see you,
sitting, waiting for the tooth fairy to turn 
that crank once more for old time's sake
with the same excitement as finding a 
toy in the cereal packet.


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The Moment -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“A very faustian choice is upon us: whether to accept our corrosive and risky behaviour as the unavoidable price of population and economic growth, or to take stock of ourselves and search for a new environmental ethic.” E.O. Wilson

The Moment

The moment between asking and answering a question
is the moment of significant weight waiting to shift,
one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right,
and in the moment identifying our own game of denial.

Is the moment of significant weight waiting to shift 
merely a trope of the human imaginative longing,
one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right,
or is it perhaps a significant axial irruption in our midst?

Merely a trope of the human imaginative longing,
suggesting that there is no salvific moment beyond dreams,
or is it perhaps a significant axial irruption in our midst,
at best our childish myths deserted our desperate need.

Suggesting that there is no salvific moment beyond dreams,
one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right,
at best our childish myths deserted our desperate need,
the moment between asking and answering a question.


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The Piggery – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The “they all do it” excuse isn’t good enough any more.” Michael Pascoe

The Piggery

Trotters in the trough,
snort, snort, snort,
wallow in the scoff,
bought, bought, bought.

Snout in the truffles,
slurp, slurp, slurp,
ever blind snuffles,
burp, burp, burp.

Pigging on the treats,
rort, rort, rort,
sucking the public teat,
sought, sought, sought.

Oinkers in the mud,
squeak, squeak, squeak,
supping all your blood,
bleak, bleak, bleak. 


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The Evil Tide – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at perthbirdsandbush.com one of several types of Cuckoo native to Western Australia and across Australia.

The Cuckoo sings nicely, looks pleasant, but is a cunning bird with a mean behaviour, forcing other birds to rear its young by deception and competition, often meaning host birds lose their own offspring. The host birds never realise until it is too late that the cuckoo has invaded its nest. Surely a modern proverb for the moment.

“You see, cuckoos are parasites.” Casandra Clare

The Evil Tide

The cuckoo has played its game well,
poisonous views and paranoia well hidden,
while the host is completely unaware,
the birth of lies subtly creeps life.

Poisonous views and paranoia well hidden,
the drain is swamped by cunning cucks,
the birth of lies subtly creeps life,
encompassing, contaminating everything.

The drain is swamped by cunning cucks,
too weak to stand against the evil tide
encompassing, contaminating everything,
from decency to integrity all is tainted.

Too weak to stand against the evil tide,
while the host is completely unaware,
from decency to integrity all is tainted,
the cuckoo has played its game well.


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Our Dreams Swallowed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When buying and selling are controlled by legislators, the first things to be bought and sold are legislators.” P.J. O’Rourke

Our Dreams Swallowed

We were born to rove but the days are rough,
innocence was wasted along the roads of youth,
our dreams swallowed in political sloth.

I never thought we'd ever do life so tough,
scammed, spammed, and damned of truth,
we were born to rove but the days are rough.

Hear the piggies wallowing in their trough,
nothing we can say will delay the proof,
our dreams swallowed in political sloth.

I simply wish we could push through and bluff,
but that would bring us to the gutter uncouth,
we were born to rove but the days are rough.

My anger boils in ever righteous wrath
at this maddening destructive spoof,
our dreams swallowed in political sloth.

So transparent their evil cut of cloth,
how have these villains missed the noose,
we were born to rove but the days are rough,
our dreams swallowed in political sloth.


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For Maxima Acuna – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

2016 Goldman Environmental Prize winner for Peru, Máxima Acuña (Photo: Goldman Environmental Prize)

“This isn’t a cause of fear for me – it’s not a motive for us to stop fighting, to stop defending.” Maxima Acuna(when asked if she was worried given Berta Caceres’ assassination)

Maxima Acuna is a wife, mother, farmer, weaver, environmental activist who has had her home destroyed (twice), has been beaten unconscious with her daughter, has been physically beaten with her husband, and has had false charges laid against her. I really admire her tenacity, strength, and sense of justice in the face of pure evil in both protecting her way of life, her rights and the environment.

There is a short video worth seeing at – https://youtu.be/Gz8eZx8V4Uo

For Maxima Acuna

In the Northern Highlands of Peru the
diminutive Maxima and husband Jaime
bought a farm in the Tragadero Grande,
they built a simple earth shack to raise a 
family, and they respectfully subsist and
produce while caring for the land
but came the miners with engineers, 
security, even local police to raise their 
home to the ground for a mining company,
some time later they returned to beat her
and her daughter unconscious and despite 
the recorded evidence no appeal to the 
courts would be heard, instead Acuna was 
blamed and false charges stuck against her,
resulting in an eviction order with huge fines,
until outside voices raised the alarm,
but the dismissal of the false charges has
not lessened the threat and abuse, beatings,
and intimidation of Maxima the farmer, the
weaver, the maker, the land and water carer,
who refuses to surrender the land and life
in her care.


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Sweet Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from viacampesina.org “Protracted fight against all injustices.” Protestors in Paraguay drawing attention to the loss of land and human rights in the face of mining and forestry businesses.

“Disadvantages faced by indigenous peoples are related to dispossession and exacerbated by powerlessness and poverty.” Roberto Mukaro Borrero

Sweet Dreams

There is no edict for you to leave your
home tonight as armed militias glare
at you with trembling trigger fingers,
while benign police stand back shrugging.

No one is bulldozing the graves of your
loved ones or setting fire to community 
facilities in order to persuade you to leave
the place where you have set down roots,
generations of love and friendship and work.

No one is turning your land in to agribusiness 
at the cost of community, even life,
you are not losing your freedom tonight,
or your basic rights, even your dignity
remains in tact despite corrupt politicians.

No one is making laws to target you as an
enemy of the state because you refuse to 
surrender your home and land from which 
you sustain life and no one despises you 
because you refuse to surrender your heritage.

But if you live in Paraguay then,
this night they will indeed come and
kill, burn, rape, torture and imprison
while stealing your land under guise of
legislated corporate rights and resumption.


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Tax Deductible – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“International aid is just another praetorian business enterprise.” Arundhati Roy

Tax Deductible 

The paralysis of the west is its deep,
unspoken anxiety of imposter syndrome,
that it is a living lie of heroes and bare 
trinket chests covered in cheap, gaudy
promises of solutions wrapped in dreams
of self-serving outcomes pretending to
be hope, masquerading as moral piety,
offering platitudes chained in addiction.
The anxiety of the west is rooted in its
narcissism.


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Freedom Is A Crime – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. it is your spirit, or it is nowhere.” Ursula K. Le Guin

Freedom Is A Crime

The reign of soft comfortable terror,
the reign of necessity is upon us,
everything defined by power is suddenly sacred,
democracy is consuming itself in a frenzy of 
suicide, all freedom is referenced to protecting
money, but never ours, only that which is taken 
from us because what is given was never actually
given in the first place.

Our institutions are proverbial frogs boiling,
they have duped us in their complicit duplicity
with the vanities of politics, so much is  now
don't, everything must be authorised, you shouldn't
behave that way, everyone must conform in order 
to perform life, the sheep bleat, but woe betide they 
should bark; to challenge, to dissent, is to know that 
paradox, ever old, that freedom is a crime.


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It Begins With Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.” Gilles Deleuze

It Begins With Me

In the search for nothing,
which has become a search
for everything at great cost,
where people are left behind,
where nothing and no one
matters very much, and 
some are even erased,
non-existent by dint of race,
gender, or creed, then there
is a beginning, a leaving,
when some have seen the signs,
declaring, no more, it's time
to leave, to stop, to change
the awful things, the broken ones,
the hurt and the pain, to take our
leave of hatred, jealousy and greed,
it begins, and
it begins with me.


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