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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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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

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“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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The Feeling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation.” Paul Theroux

The Feeling

I can see how that flowed into my life,
the feeling that winter has possessed me
with unexpected gratitude for respite,
a stepping back from the brazen sun.

The feeling that winter has possessed me,
leading me along a mindful hibernation,
a stepping back from the brazen sun
with time to be quiet and ruminatious.

Leading me along a mindful hibernation
through completely different connections,
with time to be quiet and ruminatious,
a curious collect of creative experience.

Through completely different connections
with unexpected gratitude for respite,
a curious collect of creative experience,
I can see how that flowed into my life.


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Never Noticing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“It is the one who can think of no alternative to their enslavement who is truly a slave.” Wendell Berry (adapted)

Never Noticing

So many have surrendered and demand to be managed,
chained to the dulling process of quiet self-degradation,
shovelling their own graves in their algorithms of complicity,
never noticing the simple freedom of gulls and wrens.

Chained to the dulling process of quiet self-degradation,
a self-imposed exile alienating the beating heart of life,
never noticing the simple freedom of the gulls and wrens,
the conversations of trees and shoreline waves lapping.

A self-imposed exile alienating the beating heart of life,
forgetting the joys of wholeness and the stirring of passion,
the conversations of trees and shoreline waves lapping,
the triumph of gnosis over the beauty of creativity.

Forgetting the joys of wholeness and the stirring of passion,
shovelling their own graves in their algorithms of complicity,
the triumph of gnosis over the beauty of creativity,
so many have surrendered and demand to be managed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Ineffable – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is.” Ludwig Wittgenstein

Ineffable

Mystical schizophrenia harboured in a singular mind,
not hard to explain like the simplicity of a zen koan,
an ineffable experience like sunsets without words
self dissolving into presence as I feel everything.

Not hard to explain like the simplicity of a zen koan,
washed in the gentle streams of one's thoughts,
self dissolving into presence as I feel everything,
this is the way things are with an open heart.

Washed in the gentle streams of one's thoughts,
floating on air like a dandelion seed content,
This is the way things are with an open heart
knowing that I am simply moving in any direction.

Floating on air like a dandelion seed content,
an ineffable experience like sunsets without words,
knowing that I am simply moving in any direction,
mystical schizophrenia harboured in a singular mind.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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