What I’m saying is that the complexities of the macroeconomy are caused by total sum of the simple everyday, everywhere. Or at least is supposed to be. But there is no simple everyday in the face of globalised extractive capitalism. There is only maximisation of margins, bargaining within an inch of our lives to be the maximiser so we may…
Category: Poetry
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Make peace with the paradox. Eventually you’ll need to slow down to speed up, become softer to get harder, feel more to think better, get stronger to be more kind. The things you want to move towards will often involve moving in unexpected directions. Stay nimble, stay agile, stay curious – become.
Sigh
I’d rather we not do this, I’d rather not be fooled if ever there was promise, it sure did have me schooled. . I see you with that devilish glare that glinter in your eyes. The glimmer in that deathly stare shows truth behind the lies . And yet I be, just little old me Asleep, aslumber here. And yes,…
Quanta
How do things unravel? What is the thorn that catches the dress, at the edge of the thread that holds the seam that’s a tad too tight from the tailors tug on the faulty machine from the bumpy ride on the overused road in an over-exacted society running against all odds to make something of their own? . Who’s to…
Go quietly into that good night
“Time to put the temper tantrums to the quiet corner” Mos Def . Go quietly into that good night. Remember that it is in the nature of cycles to start again And that to begin is highly dependent on what ends Let go, let go, let go of the light. . Greatness is overrated, ambition much the same And glory…
For those who start late
O, what a joy to be young again. To be stumbling, searching, learning, growing once again. To be catching, missing, bumbling, fumbling once again. What a joy it must be to know once again that the joy you once felt, you’ll feel once again, that the path you once took, you’ll take back again. What’s this peace, what…
The water
RIP Chukwuemeka Akachi A young man has let go and I am angry. I am angry because a young man has let go. Because it continues not to seem possible. Because this path we pursue pins us in dark corners thinking ourselves into traps that we can’t escape. Because life support is expensive and alchemy…
Stay Fed
Don’t bite the hand that fixed the tire that held up the car that delivered the parcel that contained the gift that pleased the person who wrote the cheque that paid the fees which educated the lady who wrote the poem that inspired the entrepreneur who started the company that hired the woman who gave birth to you.
Soft Landings
(a prayer) “regrets collect like old friends, here to relive your darkest moments” Shake it Off, Florence and the machine “Fallin’, dreamin’, talkin’ in your sleep I know you want to cry all night, all night Plottin’, schemin’, finding Reason to defend all of your violent nights” Violent crimes, Ye And when we remember may we always be careful…