I came to writing through therapy at age forty-eight, and, nearly ten years later, I still need it. Writing I mean. We find things in life, that are not so bad sometimes and in that discovery, we find ourselves a little, and another jigsaw piece is slotted home. Writing has also proved to me, that its the pieces that are lost that complete the picture of who we really are. There is a little bit of me in everything I write, not blood, not flesh maybe, but the bit that accepts that just because a piece of sky is missing, it doesn’t mean the rest will collapse around me.
I Will Not Write About Today Today
I will not write about today today it is too harrowing too narrowing must have a world view new epitaphs hurled anew for our dead words only shame us we need words already said by those who are dead famous we need a book of better people's quotes local and provincial global anecdotes www.clickable less noble when applicable clear screens on your phone because it means clarity begins at home.. we kings now and cabbages we are the savages now, we are the internet of things now awoken and broken to dead words we only think are spoken we are empty vessels now we are vacuum screaming in the panic room we are zoom now celebrity squares crossed out and swiped out we surf the waves until the z list is wiped out we are fading red mist that is hyped out, we need a breather we need a safe space to accept our last straw is shorter, we don't need a sugar rush just a crash now but we lie in naked prostration before the sacred cash cow, wasting resources wasting water pulling punches while others push not my fight we say unless its special courses suck it up then before we fuck it up then too late too late we are the magic men just tricks up our sleeves all of us are sleight of hand all of us are thieves our top hats are rabbitless our cabinets are hollow we are plain and in the open we are unhidden we are each mouthful of false hope that we willingly swallow, because our high horses are the high horses we've already ridden, do something then our heroes were murderers and slave traders now the worst of us ungrateful we are for how they've made us so do something then our heroes are now rapists and paedophiles we burn their statues as enemies dance round their straw effigies like new and improved gods like Nero's like the moral majority so the gods wont forsake us yeah, that, that, do something like that do something then, our lawmakers are lawbreakers our Lukes our Darth Vaders the sticks up our arses our safe space light sabres throwing bricks is for cavemen and brave brand new new agers Do something then...do something then do not march do not recycle weave the fairy tales or believe the bible put self help books on your shelves while altruism is another word for feeling good about our selves be a samaritan be an organ donor be a care giver you can cry wolf more than I can just don't cry me a river Do something then, do nothing then don't stop filling your half empty glass, because people with their own glass never say when hard questions hard pass don't like the answer then the answers don't ask don't grow your own vegetables in your vegetable garden don't know your own troubles until the e numbers double and your arteries harden, rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb fresh and dirty without the supermarket aisles, where fruit looks fantastic in its plastic bag of jet lag as its travelled fifty thousand miles..to sit on the shelf don't feed the world just feed yourself do something then do something then don't sign petitions sell your winter clothes as you are warmed by statisticians global warming is just a local warming ooh next door have put away the deck chairs saving the sun for all those polar bears, isn't that thoughtful isn't that kind that's man kind that's survival of the fittest redefined follow the genes swallow your greens as you sell your sacred cows for a cheap tin of beans follow your receipts your household hints your bank rolled cheats follow the plastic its where you parked it its floating around choking the Arctic follow your oceans of emotions your melting hearts as you're belting out your devotions follow the lyrics of the naysayers and cynics follow tax havens and tax payers no one wins when the money spent is only money that the rich people lent.. follow the paper trail follow your nose do not pass go but go straight to jail can't trust the law now can't trust the criminals any more now not now they all wear the same clothes can't trust your eyes now can't trust your eyes follow your nose now as it smells out the bile of the rotten politician with the million watt smile as grandma dies as children starve from greed and lies, from the cold and the flies ,then do something then do nothing then ,then do something then dont pull statues down they never hurt us that not news you clown its three ring circus time where will the pigeons shit where will the drunks climb don't rename buildings don't let the facades crack don't ask for reappraisal or for knighthoods back different times indifferent crimes when that was just how it was back then decades ago..so can we all calm down and count to ten, we can all agree on history... we can all put on our big boy boots I am just as capable of stomping on graves if I think it suits.. but I'm like you I am you so sit in your recliner and moan your discomfort is designer your sense of outrage a kidney stone that will soon pass because you have a half full glass just enough to wet lips and see you through I'm all right Jack, how about you do something then you do something then do something anything don't fly a flag don't hold your banners don't lose your rag but uphold good manners don't hold your heads lower hold them higher like dad taught you, like granddad perhaps like the deaf and dumb who had pink maps of empire and held their knives and forks like spanners everything can be mended barricaded and defended and so its no good being I, if I is one and one is you and one is we because we don't do something we don't do something we don't do anything because some of us haven't time to write about today, some of us are too busy doing nothing.