poetry – Page 190 – poems 2 die for

AI generated poem on the theme of Censorship in the style of William Shakespeare

EXERCISE

EXERCISE

you cannot go
into a classroon
proclaim to
the kids

today, children, I have
something lovely
for you to do:

today
in class
we are going to get
creative

have
real fun, drawimg
painting what
the soldier saw

or sculpt a little diorama
or create a tiny script

and then
enact it

as a play, or maybe film
the play or maybe

a black and white or
technicolout film

we have
so much red paint
it’s going to be spectacular

buckets of red paint
for you head
to toe
to slosh around

an exercise for all of us
to forever remember

death is the scene
death must

never forget

LEFT my father said I could not do anything right so I stepped to the left jumped to the left, skipped to the left played football wearing number eleften read Sartre, Adorno, Marcuse, Zizek fought in Spain for the Republicans going back in time my father said I couldn’t do anything right his left side having shrivelled and died

AND SERPENT

AND SERPENT

the man
was Adam

and serpent

the woman
was Eve

and serpent

and I am their
serpent child

who slithered
back in time
to seduce them
in eating the
forbidden fruit

that I
might be born

poem created by AI in the style of Rumi

ULTIMATE ULTIMATION

here they are
you raw meat
paid for
attack dogs

here
at the tribunal
to lay down
the law
ram down
our throats
your ultimate ultimation

not for the truth
not for humanity
but for the lobby, desperate
for survival, desperate
for salvation

shame your
weapon of mass coercion

you should yourselves
be ashamed of

if you had
an ounce of subtlety
of integrity, a gram

AT THE CHATEAU OF TOGETHER

AT THE CHATEAU OF TOGETHER

“There are open spaces in
Shakespeare”. Slavoj Zizek

I was happy to
meet you at
the chateau
of together

not at the Winter Palace
or haunted Elsinore

we
were both so happy

but so, so distracted

we cuddled pathetically
and I remembered
telling you
one of those astute
brainteasing jokes
of the amicable Slavoj

whose humour and
critique of power
I found myself, yet again,
struggling
to explain.

FOR YOUR DISINFORMATION

for your disinformation
we have a crop of lies
harvested for consumption

which it would be
mortal sin

for you
not to believe

and as for our narrative
it is exalted in its horror

to challenge it would be
to disrespect our untruth
true to
the horror that
by law of the cosmos
must ultimately be

for your disinformation
this is it
exactly,

everything to
be
blind to

all we
in our souls
are commanded to see

COURTYARD

COURTYARD

I caught Hamlet walking
across the courtyard

moving
of his own accord

unless
already shepherded
to his fate

puppet-strung by some
beautiful bard
without whose play
without this
play

our lives would feel
stripped of great tragedy

TO BE FAIR (BUBBLE)

TO BE FAIR (BUBBLE)

to be fair
not right to condemn you
just so

change your landscape
alter a few
dimensions
can get you

to believe anything
Nietzsche has, I believe,
a clear advantage over Socrates
in sticking with this

caught in your context
lacking the acumen to escape,
or height to
see over the parapet

soon your environment surrounding
you like a hemisphere, a sphere,
a bubble
and that, in truth,
is your whole world

and my world too, and all
our worlds if you had any say in it

not for not speaking and coercing
have you failed in that regard

                 still it sometimes looks
almost pretty, though, observing
from the outside how
        light refracts within
                        your bubble