…And don't come back, period. What is it about the rain that makes things that much worse when you're feeling bad and that much more magical when you're feeling good? Today's Pathetic Fallacy was brought to you by: The Letter H and all the horrors going on in the world. Sometimes it just gets me down. Today is one of those days and the rain doesn't help. I honestly just want Spring already. I know, I know it's like this EVERY year, but considering Snowmageddon in the middle of Armageddon I thought we might catch a break. Apparently not. The vibe is wack. It's so wack I'm going to drop one of my old, nihilistic poems inspired by Rimbaud, written measure for measure against the English translation of his Ordinary Nocturne. You know you're feeling the gloom when you dig into Arthur Rimbaud, a sad, nihilistic, little French man of yore.
Can't Rain All The Time but unfortunately we haven't seen the sun in a dark age. I wish people cared more, specifically more people in Ontario. The blows just seem to keep coming, and now because of Ontarians apathy and complacency we're stuck with Ford for another 4 years. 12 years of pure unadulterated hell.
I hate how disengaged Ontarians are and how they are so much less more concerned about what is going on around them and the people, neighbours, Community members suffering in their midst. Watching as Doug Ford clear-cut 850 Mature Trees from Ontario Place really broke my spirit and I just know that if no one stops him then having to watch him demolish the Science Centre would break whatever is left of it.
I'm just tired. The people, like me, who fight the good fight are TIRED, We're tired of doing all the fighting while everyone else sits on their backsides and watches the latest show on Prime (which why, by the way, Amazon is the devil). Tired of being a small minority of people who are actively fighting for a better future for or a future at all for everyone, tired of watching thousands of babies, children, women and men slaughtered in Palestine and Lebanon and Yemen. I'm tired of seeing The Congolese people being expoloited, degraded, pillaged and abused for natural resources (GREED) I am tired of hearing about yet another Indigenous Woman be attacked and left in pieces in some shitty place. I am tired of oppression, I am tired of the oppressor. I am just fucking tired.
Virgin Minds
Enamoured eyes of prospects viewed
Inject credence and certitude
Resolve fears of solitude
Eradicate a soul
In fortitude I came
Expending fate with revivescence
And trailing a forest path whose green is vain;
In sunsets that enrapture souls
In winged songs enucleation
In gleaming silence
Expostulation long behind
A sea of dream donate my truth
Contemplation leads to scapes quixotical
Of Unbroken stallions and babbling brooks
Unbridled peonies and dust riven barnyards
A slow gyration occurs from the night glow nature's fortress so willingly provides
-Here I will hope in legions
to swim in futures and fortunes
to drink up brilliance and adulation
(Vociferous reason elucidates its presence
Stallions are broken, brooks are silenced
Peonies lie withered near insidious barnyards)
-Tempestuous eyes receive autonomy
from scapes quixotical
dispelling long unwinded eves in merriment to come
Enamoured eyes infect the view
