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The Theocrats Are Here – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: C-Span Local, state and federal elected (republican) officials of Texas. Beto O’Rourke confronts this lot over their failure to prevent the shooting.

“There’s something rotten in the state of America” could be a line from a modern Shakespeare.

“Theocracy is the worst of all governments.” C.S. Lewis

The Theocrats Are Here

There's a sickness in the land,
the gods of vengeance masquerade
as righteous lovers of goodness,
but their wolfish snouts peek out
from beneath their sheepish skins
for all to see, though sadly, too late
for reversals, now judgements scour
the land as to who owns women's 
bodies, the divinity of children, 
the evil of colour that is not white,
where you park a penis (even never), 
whether to murder in the name of 
justice - electric, gas or juice, 
there's a sickness in the land,
there's no rash or temperature,
it's a handgun and an AR-15.


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Note: C.S. Lewis’ quote goes on to say (profoundly) that “If we must have a tyrant, a robber baron is far better than an inquisitor. The baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity at some point be sated; and since he dimly knows he is doing wrong he may possibly repent. But the inquisitor who mistakes his own cruelty and lust of power and fear for the voice of Heaven will torment us infinitely because he torments us with the approval of his own conscience and his better impulses appear to him as temptations.”

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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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Can We See It? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The cruelest prison of all is the prison of the mind.” Piri Thomas

Can We See It?

What is the nature of the prison we already live in,
do we dare to admit to our self-incarceration,
the weight of the squalor being our periphery ,
the shadow dance ancient of margins or self,
designed and imposed even when we fail to see
it or acknowledge it when we are so used to the bars 
of this cell, it refuses to be noticed, and we refuse 
to take account of it that we might be free.


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The Silenced Are Loud -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: a still shot of Nasrin Sotoudeh from Jafar Panahi’s film ‘Taxi’ Panahi was sentenced to six years in prison (later changed to house arrest, and included a twenty year ban on film making) in Iran for making a film about the unrest that followed the disputed re-election of the president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Sotoudeh is a human rights lawyer imprisoned in Iran.

“At no time have governments been moralists. They never imprisoned people and executed them for having done something. they imprisoned and executed them to keep them from doing something.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

The Silenced Are Loud

Everywhere the silenced call out
at great cost about the emperor's 
new clothes, for the price of a 
beating, rape, imprisonment,
financial ruin or death they invest
openly in criticising empty platitudes,
plastic ideals, the lies of ego, the 
lust for power, the rabid desire for 
authority over the tides and times 
of history's march without a care 
for anyone or anything in this world,
everywhere the silenced are loud 
for humanity.


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Whose Time Has Come – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: From acmstravel.com a view of the Whanganui River, NZ which in 2012 was recognised in NZ law as a natural entity with legal rights equivalent to humans. This followed on from the first landmark case in 2008 in Ecuador when the Vilcabama River was protected by granting it rights at law.

“Nature cannot be seen solely as a resource to be owned, exploited and profited from.” Suzanne Benally

Whose Time Has Come

Global never thinks local,
only to its own lusted desires,
but among the suited ties of
the mean sx landing barges
comes the conscienced 
resistance of the locals, 
whose time has come to speak
of cousins as rivers and trees,
whose rights are sacred and
who now wait to sue the suits
off miners who would euthanase 
every breath of life in an irony
of futures doomed.


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Everywhere – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I have hope in people, in individuals. Because you don’t know what’s going to rise from the ruins.” Joan Baez

Everywhere

Everywhere we went across space and time
people were suddenly rebuilding the ruins
of their lives and moving beyond the clamour
of stuckness, seeking a clear view of their
smallish lives, without creating the sense of 
a virtue and, rather, seeking inner wisdom,
just as the ancients had done.


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Honour For The Stolen – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to write including the sentence “I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.” from the poem ‘When we sing of might’ by Kimberly Blaeser.

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Lost – Found/Lost/children

Photo: still shot from the film ‘The Rabbit Proof Fence’ a story of three aboriginal girls forcibly taken from their mothers and placed in a town far away under white control in oder to assimilate them and exploit them. The film is based on the true story as told by author Doris Pilkington who was taken from her mother at three years of age, in her book of the same name. Known as the Stolen Generation, children were forcibly removed over generations between 1884 and 1969.

“In their grief the women asked why their children should be taken form them.” Doris Pilkington ‘The Rabbit Proof Fence’

Honour For The Stolen

The darkness of enlightened men voids my world in a sadness too weighty to even speak. They pretended to save the world as a ruse to colonise and dehumanise those they encountered in every land who they deemed to be sub-human. Your arrogance is too great to measure and your refuge too trite to count. 

You cowards, you hid behind your public schools, your venture capital, your egos and your hypocrisy in claiming the purity of the bleeding Christ, which raises bile in my throat and fire in my gut. You knew full well the moral weight of your actions. I weep for the loss of life in all its experience, and I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night. I cannot bring them back, but I can honour the beauty of their presence and name the meaning of their lives.

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As If – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Most people rust out due to lack of challenge.” Denis Waitley

As If

Like Plato's bus, that rusted jalopy creaking along
the gray skies of future's neccessary critique
as the conspirators become disheartened by
the corrosion of reason, as if reason were itself.

The gray skies of future's necessary critique,
risking rebellion s reaction to the current crisis,
the corrosion of reason as if reason itself 
remotely capable of saving the past from the future.

Risking rebellion as reaction to the current crisis,
all those assumptions that paralyse our trust ,
remotely capable of saving the past from the future,
the inability to let go of our concrete delusions.

All those assumptions that paralyse our trust.
as the conspirators became  disheartened by
the inability to to let go of our concrete delusions,
like Plato's bus, that rusted jalopy creaking along.

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Once Upon A Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be …” Shannon L Alder

Once Upon A time

Once we lived until we died,
spanning our decades in inevitable delay,
now, more capitulated to the speed 
of minutes in anxious accountings of
manufactured joy, life plastered over 
without marzipan, with thin accretions of
dull, meaningless regulation of the mind,
surrendering to the puppet master who
voices life for us to a carefully useless
script, two shows a night and a matinee,
all for the price of your conscience.


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The Violence Of The Puppets – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Brittany Poolaw (found on Twitter)

“No woman can call herself free who does not control her own body.” Margaret Sanger

For Brittany Poolaw a 21 year old who was sentenced on October 6 to four years imprisonment in Texas for what is deemed to be a first degree manslaughter conviction for miscarrying her fetus. (You can’t make this stuff up!)

The Violence Of The Puppets

Glass ceiling,
rape,
murder,
assault,
domestic violence (which is not very),
all pale (just a little, in the moment) next 
to the violence of the puppets pulled by
religious manias, twisted science,
all criminalising wombs,
perversely destroying all who would 
dare to choose their own path,
claiming god as if god (as if) were 
entirely ignorant by dint of a
cultural choice ceding power to a
gaggle of goons ironically seeking
the very murder they say (disingenuously)
that they abhor.


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