Category Archives: Pantoum

Escaping – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” Soren Kierkegaard

Escaping 

Things seem to be slowly unravelling in our time,
the long drawn out threads of a life collapsed,
disrupted by emergent disordered possibilities
calling us ever onwards beyond our antinomies.

The long drawn out threads of a life collapsed
could awaken us to a new vitality beyond despair,
calling us ever onwards beyond our antinomies,
past the catastrophic loneliness of sensibility.

Could awaken us to a new vitality beyond despair,
escaping the melancholia of the world's end,
past the catastrophic loneliness of sensibility,
onwards to the chaos of an improvised life.

Escaping the melancholia of the world's end,
disrupted by emergent disordered possibilities,
onwards to the chaos of an improvised life,
things seem to be slowly unravelling in our time.


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Where Do You Go? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.” Andre Breton

Where Do You Go?

When something like that happens where do you go,
how do you begin to bend time within time
and cope with the grief of stolen promises,
while remaining witness to the passing narrative.

How do you begin to bend time within time,
to create a new map of unexpected futures,
while remaining witness to the passing narrative
of the challenges of the disintegration of truths.

To create a new map of unexpected futures
that come from within our own imaginations,
of the challenges of the disintegration of truths
in the beautiful collapse of the so called real.

That come from within our own imaginations,
and cope with the grief of stolen promises
in the beautiful collapse of the so called real,
when something like that happens where do you go?


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The Noise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: A section of the trail walk at Niagara Dam, the colour and texture, the silence, and the big sky are the only noise I really enjoy.

“Silence is a profound melody, for those who can hear it above all the noise.” Socrates

The Noise

I've been thinking about all the noise,
there must be a way to bring it down,
ever wondering what silence sounds like,
and dare I speak seeking the right words.

There must be a way to bring it down,
to emerge from the enclosure of shadows
and dare I speak seeking the right words,
that which should never be mentioned.

To emerge from the enclosure of shadows,
it takes time for the eyes to adjust to light,
that which should never be mentioned,
although nothing is unsayable in the least.

It takes time for the eyes to adjust to light,
ever wondering what silence sounds like,
although nothing is unsayable in the least,
I've been thinking about all the noise.


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I Knew I Wouldn’t Worry – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“People become attached to their burdens sometimes more than the burdens are attached to them.” George Bernard Shaw

I Knew I Wouldn't Worry

Right before I left I knew I wouldn't worry,
I left things like this to get further away,
to inhabit the world so very differently,
while at the same time beginning to fade.

I left things like this to get further away
from the static tradition of meaning,
while at the same time beginning to fade,
the pressures falling away yet still there.

From the static tradition of meaning,
multiple temporalities spoil its meaning,
the pressures falling away yet still there,
begging the question as to its purpose.

Multiple temporalities spoil its meaning,
to inhabit the world so very differently
begging the question as to its purpose,
right before I left I knew I wouldn't worry.


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Every Now And Then – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Man [sic] is troubled not by events, but by the meaning he gives to them.” Epictetus

Every Now And Then

Every now and then suspicion arises that something is wrong,
shockwaves course through me as electromagnetic feedback,
exposing the delicate tension of unthinkable questions of risk,
knowing that the cracks cannot become profound wallpaper.

Shockwaves course through me as electromagnetic feedback,
a visible lament which gives and elegant glimpse of implications,
knowing that the cracks cannot become profound wallpaper,
the consequence of the blindness of isolated privilege.

A visible lament which gives an elegant glimpse of implications
increasingly woven from a variety of unstoppable reasons,
the consequence of the blindness of isolated privilege
that consumes every category of memoried construct as real.

Increasingly woven from a variety of unstoppable reasons,
exposing the delicate tension of unthinkable questions of risk
that consumes every category of memoried construct as real,
every now and then suspicion arises that something is wrong.


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You Cannot – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The new slavery is consumerism.” Bryant McGill

You Cannot

You cannot make a silk purse from the isms of life
though many have tried and succeeded for a time,
wrapping them in beautiful magnetic attraction,
only to reveal an emptiness of meaning as crisis.

Though many have tried and succeeded for a time,
too soon the facade faded to its skeletal menace
only to reveal an emptiness of meaning as crisis,
the very dust we are returning to laughs at our surmise.

Too soon the facade faded to its skeletal menace,
a harbour of jaundiced, unrepentant misery,
the very dust we are returning to laughs at our surmise,
thinking we could trust the gratuitous laminate-life.

A harbour of jaundiced, unrepentant misery,
wrapping them in beautiful magnetic attraction,
thinking we could trust the gratuitous laminate-life,
you cannot make a silk purse from the isms of life.


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1.5 Degrees – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Hardenbergia, as seen at Kings Park Botanical Gardens, Perth, W.A. in my view all life has intrinsic value.

Note: 1.5 degrees is the base objective for reducing global warming if we are to effect real change that protects small island nations, food and water and health. The 2 degrees allowed by the Paris Agreement is believed by some to be a dangerous game.

“Action relies on courage not hope.” Emily Atkin

1.5 Degrees

What lies before us is entirely possible if we decide to act,
not just to be sustainable but to turn the tide completely
with the courage of collective action without judgement,
for complete ecological restoration in our greenhouse.

Not to be just sustainable but to turn the tide completely,
to find the resolve to move from despair to engagement
for complete ecological restoration in our greenhouse,
steering away from denial manifesting as empty hope.

To find the resolve to move from despair to engagement,
leaping beyond the desire to wrap everything in a bow,
steering away from denial manifesting as empty hope,
and we might be surprised at how simple it was.

Leaping beyond the desire to wrap everything in a bow,
with the courage of collective action without judgement,
and we might be surprised at how simple it was,
what lies before us is entirely possible if we decide to act.


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Note: I was listening to Richard Louv who was a keynote speaker at the recent 'Wild Wonder Nature Journaling Conference' who said (and quoting William McDonough) "What happens to a society that can no longer conjure up images of a beautiful future, not just a sustainable future, you know, William McDonough the designer likes to say, you really want a marriage that's sustainable, don't you want something better than that?"

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We Hold Hope – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: St. Mark’s Park, Bunbury

“There is nothing like a dream to create the future.” Victor Hugo

We Hold Hope

When will the struggle to transform the world be over?
Sometimes, in my darkest moments, i say it never will be,
that life is a series of regressions running in circles,
always looking but never finding any positive revolution.

Sometimes, in my darkest moments I say it never will be,
our lives are never free of the shackles of self-focus,
always looking but never finding any positive revolution,
indolent crowds constantly ignoring all that lives.

Our Lives are never free of the shackles of self-focus,
and yet there are glimmers of hope irrespective that
indolent crowds are constantly ignoring all that lives,
because we hold hope of a future we want to be in.

And yet there are glimmers of hope irrespective
that life is a series of regressions running in circles,
because we hold hope of a future we want to be in.
When will the struggle to transform thee world be over?


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Just Wondering – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.” Edward Abbey

Just Wondering

I couldn't help wondering if we are sleepwalking
through long days of dis-ease and discontent,
a clear reflection of our overcomplicated lives,
the carefully unspoken truth of shallow surfaces.

Through long days of dis-ease and discontent
we trudged quagmires of golden ideologies,
the carefully unspoken truth of shallow surfaces,
incapable of revealing any hidden depths.

We trudged quagmires of golden ideologies
weaving tales of laughable inconsequence,
incapable of revealing any hidden depths,
simply the cruel valour of self-deception.

Weaving tales of laughable inconsequence,
a clear reflection of our overcomplicated lives,
simply the cruel valour of self-deception,
I couldn't help wondering if we are sleepwalking.


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Drowning in Fullness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing.” Thich Nhat Hanh

Drowning In Fullness

Surely habits must always be cross-examined,
otherwise we perjure in rutted blindness,
pouring an overflowing stream within us,
drowning in a fullness beyond fullness.

Otherwise we perjure in rutted blindness,
an impenetrable darkness of unknowing,
drowning in a fullness beyond fullness,
leaving no room for anything reflective.

An impenetrable darkness of unknowing,
choking the possibility of any awareness,
leaving no room for anything reflective,
consigning ourselves to a deadness.

Choking the possibility of any awareness,
pouring an overflowing stream within us,
consigning ourselves to a deadness,
surely habits must always be cross-examined?

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