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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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Our Deep – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: setting sun, Peter Denny lookout near Sandstone.

“The longest journey is the journey inward.” Dag Hammarskjold

Our Deep

Surrender to commonsense is the denial of mystery,
a failure to go beyond the obvious and enter the unknown,
a dive beneath the surface of what we imagine we hold
through the slants and hooks of impossible fantasies.

A failure to go beyond the obvious and enter the unknown,
to pierce the very heart of surprise lurking in our deep,
through the slants and hooks of impossible fantasies,
strange experiences we uneasily inhabit as fish in a net.

To pierce the very heart of surprise lurking in our deep,
that place of elastic overtures preceding epiphanies,
strange experiences we uneasily inhabit as fish in a net,
now finding holes in the crocheted map of perceptions.

That place of elastic overtures preceding epiphanies,
a dive beneath the surface of what we imagine we hold
now finding holes in the crocheted map of perceptions,
surrender to commonsense is the denial of mystery.


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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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The Deepest Sense – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Taking in the scenery of Sandstone along the quiet back road.

“What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves?” Thomas Merton

The Deepest Sense

The palpable stillness is warm and virginal,
this is the very centre I have long searched,
a landscape that describes my very being,
penetrates my deepest sense of self-yearning.

This is the very centre I have long searched,
a journey into my mysterious unknown
penetrates my deepest sense of self-yearning,
a merging of the outer as mirrored inwardly.

A journey into my mysterious unknown,
the vocational peregrinations of nothingness,
a merging of the outer as mirrored inwardly
where the world takes on new meaning.

The vocational peregrinations of nothingness,
a landscape that describes my very being,
where the world takes on new meaning,
the palpable stillness is warm and virginal.


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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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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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