Author Archives: Damian Garside
SIDE
SIDE
smokestack lightnin’
wild side
other side
flip
side
bit
on the side
I hears you
can’t do nothing
when twelve bar slide
or blow
that blues harp
so much death in that ocean
under that mud-brown river
hell yes
I’ve studied that time
saw how
it lost
its colour
all that
glorious grey
war never over
till its over
divide outside always
first inside
STONES
STONES
I saw the scene
in the Chess Studio film
so iconic and
yet the moment did
not know it
yet
revolution in the music
of the muddy river
with all
its deltas and
tributaries
(do not
trust me to
describe it, go read
Derek Walcott’s
fabulous poem)
broke blues legend affronted
at the cheek of these
five skinny
ultra pasty white
long-haired
dionysian ruffians
unloading amps on their turf
like it was all
in a day’s work
just part of the process of
legend, transformation of life
into mythology
yes, Mr Waters, welcome
to epic
they took their name
from one
of your records (or maybe
it was some
Jewish folk singer’s)
step opon Olympus
they say and of course
do not say
they are the music of this time
this changing time
come full circle
from hereon in
it is pure Rolling Stones
LOVE DUST
LOVE DUST
came across
a speck of love
dust
in the Universe
travelling at, near,
or beyond
the speed
of light
in slowed down
approaching Earth
like the alien
mother ship
in Independence Day
which became an issue
of global security
national concerm
world waiting with baited breath
praying it would
burn up
in the Earth’s atmosphere
failing which
there is always the
nuclear option
deflect the trajectory
or vaporize entirely
for if that speck of love
should touch anything human
could go extreme viral
wreck our civilization
the one we have spent
decades
building and
re-building
love bringing
the extinction
of all we love
DELETED SCENES
DELETED SCENES
I love deleted scenes.
I myself
am
a deleted scene
excise.
by the shears of the fates
by an
editing machine
there it is
it is what it is
has its meaning and beauty
special to me
never going to feature
in the great picture
big picture out there
on every screen.
FAIR PROPORTION A
FAIR PROPORTION
they bring the hybrid
to his cell
she needs to talk to him
since species-wise she
has a fair proportion
of his genetic makeup
here she is
for what it’s worth
I agreed to meet her
hard to figure out
exactly what
is human
but one must
presume
it is there
so this is it
this is in me, embodiment
of what I am
capable
the likeness is
there but everything
about him
seems guarded, hidden
as if he instinctively realizes
all that is terrible in
his capacity
all that
can be wrong, go wrong,
and he did terrible wrong
she aaked to talk to him
get answers to questions
she felt she needed
answers to, for her
crucially important
so she could figure out
for herself what is them
what is us
we talk
She is so insistent in
going over things, knowing details,
minutiae, everything
exactly
I look at him one lsst time
try to see through those eyes
(I do not have human eyes
to me they
are untrustworthy,
thoroughly upsetting)
I want to tell.him.
he might have, ought to,
have sought forgiveness
for his crimes, these
humsn crimes
senze
a moment– out of nowhere
of grace
and dignity
so I leave with a wish
that he finds courage and
composure at his execution
having killed so many of
my people, pure and hybrid,
so different and yet
who knows how close
in what is felt inside.
She leaves the cell. We
ask no questions. What
hopes she has, what
reassurance she found
is hers alone. We
should not enquire.
GARGANTUAN
GARGANTUAN
my room is expanding
I am expanding
everything is expanding
emptying out
taking up space
this, as I checked with my
man De Grasse Tyson
is specified by
the recipe
prescription has it
nailed
(never using the word nail
without conjuring with the obvious)
you must check
it is possible
if infinite time in an
infinite universe
that you might
have misread the message
or not
received it at all
on your lonesome out there
contracting contradictarily
or at least
counterintuitively
heading down to a size
where subatomic gets huge
takes on
features best
described as epic and
gargantuan
this everything notwithstanding
whatever will be
and so we must conclude
that right from the outset
was
huge aspiration
room tearaway expansion
including both
window
and door
and yet, as relayed earlier,
nothing seems to have changed,
all appears stable
world still the case in
its logical ways
as much as is deranged yet
perfectly in range
MR MAMBA
MR MAMBA
me, I am
more elegant
than
thick
nore elegant than
you think
more
mamba
than anaconda
but as my
special cocktail
works its way
into your
Anais Nin system
I become
that much
more elegant
and eleganter
it’s
exponential
quite simply
put
simply but
off the charts quaintly
THANK YOU
THANK YOU
I thank you
for letting me
look through
your eyes
getting a
whole new perspective
everything in
perspective
seeing what you
mis-see
PARLANCE
PARLANCE
even if
the paper tells you
what it does not tell you
you
would not see it
the lie
more important
than
the truth
since the truth
so simple, can be
seen through
or, as we say in
our parlance:
spun
out of existence