Friday, September 19, 2014

Poem - Decanter Fish

I was sitting having a small glass of wine
when I saw a fish 
swimming in the fairy liquid decanter
I thought this was bizarre
even by my standards
I jumped up
and ran out to the scullery
for the fishing rod...
I thought to cover the decanter
give the fish a sporting chance
this time I opted for a worm
since fly fishing in the house can be very disruptive

by Des Donnelly   ..written 23.Apr.2014
a few readers have asked me to publish something / anything not politics.. :-)  so this is like an interlude...

Sunday, September 14, 2014

William Wall Essay - Riding Against The Lizard – On The Need For Anger Now

An Essay By William Wall

  (© William Wall 2009)
“Anger is the political sentiment par excellence. It brings out the qualities of the inadmissible, the intolerable. It is a refusal and a resistance that with one step goes beyond all that can be accomplished reasonably in order to open possible paths for a new negotiation of the reasonable but also paths of an uncompromising vigilance.

Monday, September 08, 2014

Poem - Not Kosher

extremist, terrorist,
interesting words

for an interesting phenomenon
the old freedom fighter and guerrilla gone
ISIS a creation of some sort by somebody
the truth of anything becoming more elusive
but definitely a smell to ISIS
paradoxically the whole thing is not kosher

by Des Donnelly   ..written 2.Sept.2014

Note: September Poems

Dear friends and readers

as always a busy and creative summer and now a hunker down into the dark oppressiveness of winter, but first the most valuable gold in the world - the gold of autumn :-)  .. how could you not be carried off on a flight of fancy on the back of sunbrowned leaves floating away on a placid stream to new endings or old beginnings..

As always I welcome (and seriously appreciate) your comments and observations. As a sort of beaujolais nouveau approach an appropriate quotation is one from the great French poet, essayist, and philosopher...  
Paul Valéry

"In the eyes of those lovers of perfection, a work is never finished - a word that for them has no sense - but abandoned; and this abandonment, whether to the flames or to the public (and which is the result of weariness or an obligation to deliver) is a kind of an accident to them, like the breaking off of a reflection, which fatigue, irritation, or something similar has made worthless."  
~Paul Valéry.


Sunday, September 07, 2014

Micropoetry #4

Sand Worms

we’re just sand worms 
life passing through us
intricate designs on Darwin’s beach
good to the next high tide
of evolution