Archive for the ‘Blick!’ Category

A Roman Slave Market 1

He knocked on the door, and I decided to buy what he was selling:

Life Insurance.

Sure, why not?!

I’ve lost plenty of life in the past, missed opportunities and such,

pain and drain,

no doubt I’ll miss out on more in future too.

So, if they can insure me against these loses,

reiumburse me somehow,

restore my life and living,

yes,

I’ll pay the small monthly premium.

(He said I maybe didn’t understand the “business model” completely, but if I’d be so good as to sign on the dotted line, he’d expedite my policy…)

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Koala Rescue (NSW, 2019.11)

Satisfactory, maybe

sufficiently OK;

survival, sometimes

is ambitious enough.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Wm in Ruins, Berlin, 1945_ Yevgeny Khaldei

I watch the downfall, and I cry …

Strange,

when surely I should rejoice

at the demise

of the one who made themselves my mortal enemy,

but in their hollow eyes, I see myself.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Ch 7, USA

News and current affairs:

it’s good to be informed, aware,

empowered, they say.

So, I watch, read and listen,

and learn some confusion,

plenty of opinion,

compote of hateful rhetoric.

I need to tune out!

Today’s events,

developments and pissing contests.

Tomorrow’s screwed.

This is “The News”.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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2019-10-12_00-20-56

Greed, money, power,

Trumps morality, descent,

lies and betrayal.

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(To be continued…)

 

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NSK 2016.05.01_ Pos s vami

When *things* seem to lose meaning,

when inversion and perversion become the norm,

when figureheads disgrace themselves,

when one set of money and power fights another,

when the people (the masses, so as to say) are spat-upon pawns…

It’s OK, don’t despair, turn on the TV,

go online, browse Twitter…

There are myriad experts who will tell you what to think,

what to believe, what to know,

self-proclaimed experts who delight in the cacophony of confusion…

No, no, it isn’t true, it’s all delusion:

Elvis, indeed, has left the building.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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J Edgar Hoover 2

Told what’s right and wrong.

Simplistic, jingoistic.

American, sure.

(To be continued…)

 

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My sinuses were blocked, my head sore.

Amongst the dizziness and fog…

I gradually remembered Ronald Reagan asking whether I believed in reincarnation, or not, and postulating that he, in a past life, may well have been the man who invented the shield (hubristic prick!).

I rubbed my forehead, grimaced, and, yes, there I was, amongst the Hittites, for a time, bloody and forgotten.

No… Please.

Indeed, I shook my head as it dawned, sunrise, another long day ahead, hiking and sailing on the Baltic coast. My fiancée looked so dashing, in 1910.

Exposed, I sweated, nonetheless.

19… 20.

Soon, the fever would break,

and reality, hopefully,

fade away.

(To be continued…)

 

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7.21 (1937)

Resistance is futile,

as is compliance.

Either way,

whatever we do,

we’re screwed.

(Human, all too human)

 

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B52, Cambodia

Geopolitics,

neopolitics,

matters of state neuroses,

lust, projection,

pissing competitions,

hate…

Aggression, progression, regression,

global Gordian fate.

 

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