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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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Swallowing Whole – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Violating human rights is integral to the project of neoliberalism ….” Arundhati Roy

Swallowing Whole

I'm bemused that so many people are fooled,
swallowing whole the telegenic performances
given by those who consume our lives
before they ultimately consume themselves.

Swallowing whole the telegenic performances,
so disingenuously masked by the greedsters 
before they ultimately consume themselves
on the vain, rude altar of corporate sacrifice.

So disingenuously masked by the greedsters,
opiate bait for the masses to be offered 
on the vain, rude altar of corporate sacrifice,
hoping for meaning among future generations.

Opiate bait for the masses to be offered,
given by those who consume our lives,
hoping for meaning among future generations,
I'm bemused that so many people are fooled.

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Some Say – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The difference between technology and slavery is that the salves are fully aware that hey are not free.” Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Some Say

Some say it occurs in countless forms unimaginable,
the extension of the mind to an attention of everything,
an exponential blossoming deficit of all as nothing,
s/he grandstanding on every rotunda platform of like.

The extension of the mind to an attention of everything,
ephemeral pathologies for the terminally oriented world,
s/he grandstanding on every rotunda platform of like,
an absurd macabre darkly portending trite delights.

Ephemeral pathologies for the terminally oriented world,
distractions of division to appease the mindlessness,
an absurd macabre darkly portending trite delights,
offerings of cheap apologetics dumbing downwards.

Distractions of division to appease the mindlessness,
and exponential blossoming deficit of all as nothing,
offerings of cheap apologetics dumbing downwards,
some say it occurs in countless forms unimaginable. 

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Did We Forget Ourselves Again? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Stylidium – Trigger Plant – at Beelu National Park.

“The first law of ecology is that everything is related to everything else.” Barry Commoner

Did We Forget Ourselves Again?

Did we forget ourselves for the umpteenth time today,
dislocating our circularity of existence in favour of a myth,
that we are refugees from our own interconnectivity,
an ignorance of our interdependence with all that breathes.

Dislocating our circularity of existence in favour of a myth,
the long held shadow of self-deception celebrating plenty,
an ignorance of our interdependence with all that breathes,
ironically diminishing the circle of life that sustains all things.

The long held shadow of self-deception celebrating plenty,
the smoke and mirror of self-congratulatory independence,
ironically diminishing the circle of life that sustains all things,
in favour of a fleeting feeling of euphoria vested in ego.

The smoke and mirror of self-congratulatory independence,
that we are refugees from our own interconnectivity,
in favour of a fleeting feeling of euphoria vested in ego,
did we forget ourselves for the umpteenth time today?

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An Ordered Dysfunction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Leave the world alone and change your conceptions of yourself.” Neville Goddard


An Ordered Dysfunction

There is a fantasy writ large that we can stop the world,
that we hold a remedy against the delorous mechanical life,
an ordered dysfunction of the denial of natural ways,
a series of boxes beckoning imprisonment in darkness.

That we hold a remedy against the delorous mechanical life
beggars belief that so simple a notion holds true,
a series of boxes beckoning imprisonment in darkness
masquerading as enlightenment and liberation.

Beggars belief that so simple a notion holds true,
offering no evidence to the contrary we avert our eyes,
masquerading as enlightenment and liberation,
struggling to find the means of stemming the tide.

Offering no evidence to the contrary we avert our eyes,
an ordered dysfunction of the denial of natural ways,
struggling to find the means of stemming the tide,
there is a fantasy writ large that we can stop the world.

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