Category Archives: Poetry

Poems for Mandela

The BBC has a nice story about poems written for Nelson Mandela and a book called Halala Madiba to celebrate his 88th birthday (next Tuesday). Apparently it’s hard to get but it includes almost 100 poems with authors including Seamus Heaney, Wole Soyinka, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Benjamin Zephaniah, Wally Mongane Serote, Jeremy Cronin, Tupac Shakur, Andrew Motion, Ntozake Shange, Dennis Brutus and Breyten Breyenbach.

I look forward to reading it. In the meantime, it reminds me that I should find some more LKJ. His albums are awesome and I always loved his poem in Creole called “Englan is a Bitch”:

    ‘W’en mi jus’ come to Landan town
    Mi use to work pa di andahgroun
    Y’u don’t get fi know your way aroun”

Happy Birthday Mr. Mandela!

From the Morning

by Nick Drake

    A day once dawned, and it was beautiful
    A day once dawned from the ground
    Then the night she fell
    And the air was beautiful
    The night she fell all around.

    So look see the days
    The endless coloured ways
    And go play the game that you learnt
    From the morning.

    And now we rise
    And we are everywhere
    And now we rise from the ground
    And see she flies
    And she is everywhere
    See she flies all around

    So look see the sights
    The endless summer nights
    And go play the game that you learnt
    From the morning.

What would the world be like if Drake had fulfilled his plans to be a programmer?

Flying at Night

pengy

      by Ted Kooser

      Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
      Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
      like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
      some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
      snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
      back into the little system of his care.
      All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
      tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.

Life and security lessons from the Beats

I was listening to a review of a new book about leisure and was amazed to hear that an author was trying to characterize the Beat generation as “lazy” by modern standards. Lazy? Unwilling to work? That’s a total misunderstanding of the social and economic situation in the post-Eisenhower north-eastern US.

Incidentally, this misunderstanding reminds me of the typical mistake made by dominant (conservative) groups when judging counter-culture movements.

Disenfranchisement and disappointment often turns young groups into non-believers. In other words, if you look carefully at Kerouac’s relationship with his family and his neighborhood, let alone the ethnic discrimination they experienced as French Canadians, you might just understand what it was like to take a walk in his shoes. Frustrated by a failure of your parents to improve their living after decades of back-breaking labor, and facing a lack of attractive opportunities, it seems a natural path to “drop-out” and seek experimentation/entrepreneurship/invention.

If you see a dead-end are you really going to charge forward with gusto? Even suicide bombers apparently have to believe in a rewarding afterlife to perform their illogical acts of self-destruction. Hope is a powerful thing, and prematurely or incorrectly judging someone lazy seriously undermine our ability to understand their hopelessness, or their hope to evade controls and achieve “unpredictability”.

The original punk movement had a similar economic theory, coupled with the more infamous social issues. They not only felt it was unreasonable to give in to a system that demanded their input but gave little or no reward, but they also rejected the notion that the individual should succumb to the predominant dress-code and behavior. The mohawk epitomizes the “you can try to ignore me and pretend that I don’t deserve your respect as a person if I look like the normal down-and-out kid, but this two foot pink mohawk demands your attention, no?”

So what can we take away from these movements? Certainly not that there are generations of kids who are “lazy” but rather that some amazing forms of innovation come from barriers to entry. More importantly, perhaps, is that if you do not anticipate the innovation (like a spillway supports a dam) you should not be surprised to see things spin “out of control”. Just because you don’t see/feel the barriers doesn’t mean they’re all around you, and so it’s best to find them, understand them, and help people prepare for them in a beneficial/supportive fashion.

Beat, but not down. For comparison, I often ponder another form of innovation in the late 1950s (finding self-awareness as opposed to challenging others’) epitomized by the Confessionals, like Sylvia Plath:

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time–
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal