Sciem-vore

Sciemment Appetite:

simple and easy to define omnivore knowingly.

 

French Voters on Sunday

the first round (perpetual canon )

of democratic voices,

now it is saturated waves ……

 

ready to change –

the political system

of the Mourning Selection

moves away from the ocean.

Never mind Who – Truth

actually won more votes

in the first round.

 

Described as storming –

Front National

crashes against facts……..

 

Only recently –

culturally/economically protectionist –

denied French involvement

rounding-up of Jews……….

waving goodbye, 

trampled petals

damp with tears.

 

Reminiscing –

dismissing the Holocaust –

as a “detail” of history.

The Devil is in the Details.

Reading rigid broken lines –

details seep through,

weeping birds on sighing wings.

 

Glancing at many British papers  –

today/yesterday/when

would make us think

who is the victor –

the preferred candidate –

when in fact it looks like a shoo-in

for mixed messages

( Source Link )

 

 

……described as

simply culturally/economically protectionist –

she speaks of a clash of civilizations…….

angry waves- fearful ignorance

crashes on stony shorelines,

frothy teeth try to consume

smooth hard truths .

 

The tacit support

from rightwing press

alarming flights, fanciful fears –

for a fascist ……….

 

simply culturally/economically protectionist –

speaks of a clash of civilizations…….

 

angry waves of fearful ignorance

crash on stony shorelines,

frothy teeth try to consume

smooth hard truths .

Sciem-vore:

devouring knowledge with ignorance, knowingly fearful.

An important distinction

between patriotism and nationalism

the waves hit shorelines

carrying voices of lost

travellers – refuge

a last gasp in salt water –

borders marked by shells-bones,

mothers’ tears, babies’ cries.

You can love your country

without it becoming

a racist anti-immigrant Party,

trampling fragile flowers.

 

Frigid beliefs melted,

exposed truth,

currents influence movement

it was possible –

today/yesterday/when .

Red Letters: Memories of You

Waking skies

At Sunrise,

Ev’ry sunset too,

Seems to be

Bringing me

Memories of you.

Here and there,

Ev’rywhere,

Scenes that we once knew,

And they all

Just recall

Memories of you.

How I wish I could forget

Those happy yester-years

That have left a rosary of tears.

 

Memories of You (1930)

lyricist-poet Andy Razaf

composer Eubie Blake