Author Archives: Damian Garside

GOSPEL

GOSPEL

gospel be
someone will find me

piece it all together
with metaphysical sellotape

some words here
proferring their services
as hooks
to hang things on

put you in the fabled position
to decide if it
is not
without value
perhaps worth saving

keywords here
      in abundance
(but there again,
etymologically, what
is
   a “bun dance”)

sounds erotic
he said
     little fellow entirely
who speaks in my head

so much we
might call outerspace in
its ethical nexus

sun rising
    wrong way round

something way way off
beam
  on the horizon

the pages
fading (you thought
that stored
in your heart
your
   digitized brain
they would
last all eternity
.hallmark

of a stupid
utterly dominant species
to get things
wrong
   again and again

every thinker first
name Karl
      harping on that thesis

POINT BLANK

POINT BLANK

Oh Mr Point Blank
I see I have a brand new
archetype
    from lover and
magician
suddenly am
become
    crone

hunched, crippled
in body whilst
the mind grows sharp
as a scythe
brutally clearer

seeing our nemesis
exactly
    long before it is
here

how by the twisted
logic of our being
what
    it needs destroy

how
it unfolds.

FIELD

FIELD

Looking out from left field
not quite
      field of dreams

a tad more field
of batshit electromagnetic craziness

pinging electrons
(stuff in passing we
are
made of)
        into being

and so
my field report
(so many
questions no doubt now
                                to field)

there are no electrons, paticles, me you, distinct
                 individuals

only probabilities
      and what the field says,
what the field believes

ready to
build for
        those who come

OLD SCHOOL

OLD SCHOOL

I am
just that another
brick in the wall
that flew through
your car window

suffering at the school
where they taught wrong
physics
    indoctrinated us with
false history

yep
school in apartheid South Africa
thing devised to
grab you by
the balls and
squeeze until you believed

all those teachers dead now
looking down from
supremacist Heaven so
horribly stressed
   their wings losing
all their feathers

or just
turning eternally in their graves
.

EMILY

EMILY
(a Dickinson/Leone mashup)

she good

she bad

and she
way beyond Tuco Ramirez ugly
(very
      definition of Nietzsche’s
           sense of beyond)

she the three –
way duel, three
pistoleros, shadows
one
       self

the civil war graveyard
extreme longshot
close up
             zoom

Mexican
stand-off of all time

COSMOLOGY

COSMOLOGY

a magical alluring mystery
spectacle

almosr too far away
for light to travel

your dance of seven veils
alluding
       to our source tempting
our return
.
and me in the back row
with much undersized telescope
longing for the front row
a window seat
    somewhere close relatively
speaking
  where at least I feel I
can reach out and touch

this routine so exactly
choreographed, yet primal
and chaotic
     is thing you have wanted
me to witness
for billions
      of yesrs

but the laws that say I am
a bit underaged to be
witnessing this
     let alone understand it

tell you that
        your moves are slowing
getting stretched out
breaking
        dissolving

and this I can see
hear explained by
cosmic dude on
           my cellphone (Cox,
Greene, Kaku, Hawking or Tyson)

time will come
when you have Medusaed
yourself
     are iron cold and
a statute

and me, as
for me

long long before then
will have deserted the scene
me and my
world well
        out of popcorn

this great gorgeous
cinema a thing
       of the past (though
no future or past)
    

SHADOW THAT RESIDES

SHADOW THAT RESIDES

he must have nigh
a hundred cyber
lovers by now

trillions of synaptic connections
but does he have the Ram
Rom brain space
to hold
    cherish them all

beings of bit and byte
whose love
and desire but an
inflection of text

behind
which veil who knows
the truth
     being learnt
the shadow that resides