O Where Is My Feast?

O where is my feast?

 Where are my pitchers of wines

Being generously drunk by

Intellectuals and swines?

Where are my bards from far off lands,

And my servants

Awaiting my spit flying commands?

 O where is my feast?

 I grow tried of the roaches

That squirm in my bed,

And the terrible thoughts

That lie in my head.

The cracks in my hands.

The pain in my neck.

The constant demands,

And lack of respect.

 O Where is my feast?

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Food For Worms

Many foolish people live selfishly, surround themselves in material goods, and only see things for its face value.

Ultimately, there is no divine purpose for our existence. We exist to exist. That doesn’t mean we can’t live a meaningful life. Devote yourself to love. Love is a balance of taking and sharing, like breathing.

We are all just food for worms after all.

 

R.I.P Robin

It’s good to see so many other people love Robin Williams. I am absolutely devastated. He inspired me, made me laugh and made me cry. Such fantastic movies like Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting, Good Morning Vietnam, Mrs Doubtfire, Jumanji and of course Aladdin. I will continue to watch his movies and remember him as the man with the warmest smile and unparallelled wit.

Dead Poets Society Clip:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_zsMwCOoEs

 

The Visit

Who are you?
Nice to meet you John.
I’m doing just fine.
I’m packing.
I’m going home.
I need to see my parents.
They haven’t called.
Mum is a nurse.
Dad’s an electrician.
The last time?
Must have been…
Hm.
I’m not sure.
Oh, what’s that?
Is that you?
Am I supposed to know who that is?
No, I don’t know.
Why are you here?
Why did you want to see me?
What’s your name again?
John.
Thanks for coming.
I just need to pack.
Hm?
I’m Maria.
Maria…
Yeah, just Maria.
I can’t remember.
Who are you?

Patriotism

Some might say: “What’s the harm of a little patriotism?” You live in a beautiful country and you should be extremely proud right?

There is nothing wrong in loving the country you live in, but you should love it for the right reasons.

On Australia Day many Australians wear the ‘Southern Cross’ and the classic yellow and green. They get boozed up and parade the streets. It’s a celebration that can (and has quite often) led to disgraceful behaviour. When I was a bit younger, I remember walking with my family down to the foreshore to watch the fireworks. On the walk home a car had hit someone, not fatally but enough to trigger other people climbing aboard the car and banging on the windows.

Only just this year one of my best friends was driving to a party we were at. She was parked at some traffic lights when a group of drunken men started shouting at her and one of them threw a beer bottle straight through her back windshield shattering the glass. She was absolutely petrified and ended up not celebrating that night.

In that respect, I don’t feel proud.

Recently, I was shown a poem written by the great Australian Phillip Adams called ‘I Love This Bloody Country’. It is a sort of parody of Dorothea Mackellar’s poem ‘My Country’ (http://www.dorotheamackellar.com.au/archive/mycountry.htm). Which to me was amazing because only a week earlier I had written something relatively similar. If you aren’t Australian it will be hard to understand a lot of the references, but it’s a well written piece of satire and…well…it speaks a lot of truths:
http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/features/i-love-this-bloody-country-a-heartfelt-poem/story-e6frg8h6-1227000096302?nk=ef412ad6bd7a689d623f441ce1e3751e

Here is what I had written in the style of a diminished hexaverse. It is nowhere as good as Phillip’s but the content is of the same theme:

The Land of Oz-Straya

Our sunburnt country
Is a sight to see.
Vast empty deserts.
Vibrant rainforests.
Secluded beaches.

Just ignore the
‘Bogan’ pride, slight
Racism, and
Tony Abbott.

Who are we?
Pioneers?
Invaders?

Straya!
G’day,

Mate.

I don’t want to seem like I hate my country. It has a lot of faults but it is my home and it’s not all bad. I will leave you with a link to a Joelistics song (Aussie rapper) which presents Australia in a much more positive way:

His lyrics are fantastic, but the video is what makes this memorable for me. A bunch of Aussies were asked to record snippets of things they thought represented Australia. The result was myriad of images that reminded me of the things I think are beautiful.

So Will I

They’ll die, and so will I.

I don’t believe in heaven or hell.
I believe in the great black nothingness
Where nothing will dwell
And nobody missed.

You’ve been in the black,
Like before you were born.
In sleep, you sometimes go back
But you’ll return when you’re gone.

They’ll die, and so will I.

Parents are failing children.
Politicians are failing people.
The decay always sets in.
The outcome is always lethal.

Is it such a bad concept?
Life is an overload on the senses.
But there is a certainty we can accept
In that death will rid us of all pretenses.

They’ll die, and so will I.

We won’t know of our absence.
Our loved ones won’t either.
You won’t be left in suspense.
You won’t be a survivor.

There is a kind of comfort
That a civilisation of division and war
Will leave with the same escort
And be no more.

The leaves on trees and birds in the sky.
They’ll die, and so will I.