Category Archives: Lyric

Amnesiac…

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Spontaneous Internal Combustion.

You may have heard of the phenomenon?

It can now be regarded as the final death-knell for the Theory of Evolution by Natural Selection.

It is hardly likely that any ‘new species’ would simultaneously errupt on the face of the planet like so many hot flushes.

Yet, once a memory is framed, and accepted, it can be true at all times and all places without ‘compunction’.

It also means, that we are born into a past that never happened,

and pass-on into a future that is real.

 

A Vice Called Cant…

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‘Use every man after his desert and who shall ‘scape whipping…’

Hamlet, Act2 Scene 2

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Hail, eternal plodders, hail!

Stretch-out, stretch-out the tedious tale…

Ignored, that wayward Talking Cricket,

Dull, of humour not a trace…

Pedestrian, turgid, commonplace,

Without genius and without spirit.

 

Cycles of Life…

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Does the religious life require leisure,

or the idleness of the leisured class?

Certainly, those classes have always held work to be degrading.

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It is easy to see why.

Modern labour, predominantly indoors and sedentary can educate one into disbelief.

The past two-hundred years have shown us how work in heavy industry

is wont to render refinements of the soul redundant.

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A generation or two after any revolution of this sort

and the very term ‘religion’ elicits only a dull, uncomprehending stare.

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But could there be a correlation between religious sentiment and the natural life?

Most traditional deities slot seamlessly into the seasonal round.

And work in this realm serves to remind one of the greater cycles that govern existence.

One of which, it may be argued, is… religion.

 

 

 

The Mirror Man…

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If it were possible to achieve objectivity for a space…

We could reflect on what it might mean for man.

Yet, even the most spotless surface,

would only hold its image reversed.

And since we have now out grown

the perfect symmetry

of our own form…

that we might come

to yearn our other halves…

The halves we thought we knew

when sumberged as subject.

Like serfs striving to serve an ideal…

We could not help but see ourselves exposed.

But would such exposure lead to selflessness?