‘Daily’ Poem # 5 – Reststop Runner

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You are ever the tourist

Pausing but briefly so that the stank

A mall store sample of wisdoms perfume would linger on your wrist

You know that if you were being completely frank

You’d own up

That the best kinda living can be

Packaged and bought and slapped on a cup

So go on….Europe is calling

Backpacking trips will have all the soccer moms squawking

Of what a worldly erudite stripling

The suburbs have raised

O the ennui how your eyes they have glazed!


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Open Letter to the Collegiate

I Missed My High School Graduation
They’re celebrating because they no longer have to read.

Dear Corporate,

If the promise of diploma and the salary that it brings is the only reason that you cracked a book today – you are not educated.

Sincerely,

Alexander V. Weir |Webmaster – The Fractal Journal

P.S. Pedantically picking apart grammatical errors does not make you Voltaire.


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Daily Poem # 4 – Fire and Seed

Image result for chair in an empty room

Empty smell

I sit among it

Wholesome well

Leaves are scattered lit

By sun holy sun wholly shining through a million cracks

There was once a water wheel

In this place by the rusted tracks

Fire and seed

They carried forth what survived of generations

Supplied each need

To those who through wit and luck kept their station

But here

In wholesome depths

Tears draw near

Fire rivers fanned by the empty smell

Sing songs of those who never had a chance to tell

Why do I sit here with the power to spell

When I disappear

Will I meet the million voices

Who dwell here

Amongst fates fickle choices


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Fractal Radio | Episode 27 – Art and Physical Fitness


My hand hurts…I segue into a discussion on the relationship between art and physicality. There is a sort of trope that artists are disaffected and dysfunctional – that substance abuse and abandon are the key to greatness. I present an alternative theory.

Then I talk a bit about Goethe and Bach. Finally I finish off with some tunes.
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‘Daily Poem’ # 3 – Benny’s Bro

Image result for corporate stoner

Another psychedelic warrior

Made a Powerpoint

Delivered every worrier

By extolling the joint

He rambled and he raved

With corporate precision

How we’ll all be saved

Through just one decision

Slowly he descended from the podium

Dramatic was the pause: assets that depreciate!

Our lives have become tedium

Because simplicity we don’t appreciate

He said as he sold t-shirts, books and mugs to pay for his mercedes

Is this Cheech or Benny Hin?

At least he gets the ladies

Seems we’ll never win


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‘Daily Poem’ # 2 – Keeper Ambrosia

Image result for tiffany lamp beer

There’s not much company here

How odd it is then to be in such good company

Solipsism? Hardly dear…

Rapping fingers on dark oak beneath tiffany

In the light of that peculiar slight dyspepsia

A sinking ballast

Keeper ambrosia

Hold fast

Thumos is spirit

So spirits today!

Can you still hear it?

Keeper ambrosia won’t send us away!


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‘Daily’ Poem # 1

Image result for antique metronome

Discipline

The name that rings so sweetly in the mind

The heart’s a trampoline

It jumps to leave that word behind

Yet the tonic it repeats

Enticing with fresh mornings

Even after all of our retreats

Heavy are all wisdom’s warnings

Yet not as mighty as her feats

So do not tarry and do not harri

Become simply  ordinary

As the meter

Cause with each beat you’ll become extra

Victory wine will flow by litre

Ah the music yet to break

Hurry now towards the sweet refrain

There is much love to make

Gaining strength again you will again


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