Showing posts with label misery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label misery. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 December 2012

A New Catastrophism for a New Era




During the 1930s a small group of Polish poets, associated with Czeslaw Milosz, became known as the Catastrophist school of poets. Aleksander Fiut explained in World Literature Today –

"the inevitable annihilation of the highest values, especially the values essential to a given cultural system. . . . But it proclaims . . . only the annihilation of certain values, not values in general, and the destruction of a certain historical formation, but not of all mankind,"

Terrence Des Pres, writing in the Nation, states –

"political catastrophe has defined the nature of our . . . [age], and the result—the collision of personal and public realms—has produced a new kind of writer. Czeslaw Milosz is the perfect example. In exile from a world which no longer exists,... , Milosz deals in his poetry with the central issues of our time: the impact of history upon moral being, the search for ways to survive spiritual ruin in a ruined world."

The "central issues" of the time of the Catastrophist poets were the political and philosophical upheavals leading up to the outbreak of the Second World War and the writings of this group of poets ominously foreshadowed the horrors of that conflict. The world was dealing with the repercussions of the Great Depression - mass unemployment and social deprivation, the rise of extreme national political movements and authoritarian governments. The Catastrophist school of poetry was a reaction to a growing sense of global anxiety and fear for the future.

The central issues of our age are many and varied. We seem to be living in an age of crises - economic meldtdown, over population, climate change, water shortages, food shortages, peak oil and peak everything else, species extinction - the list just seems to keep growing...

During the Cold War we all lived with the constant threat of nuclear annihilation. The likelihood of the Mutually Assured Destruction of an all-out thermonuclear exchange may have subsided but many other potential catastrophes are waiting in the wings. A new antibiotic resistant superbug released by accident or by design could unleash a catastrophic pandemic to ravage the world population. Recent erratic oscillations of the global climate system could precipitate an abrupt climatic shift into a new northern hemisphere ice age or runaway global warming. UG99 black stem rust striking major wheat producing regions, extinction of the honey bee through Colony Collapse Disorder or the general increase in extreme weather events could cause a dramatic drop-off in global food production leading to mass starvation, famine and general chaos and anarchy. The current plateau of oil production could at any time begin the inexorable slide down the back slope of Hubbert’s Peak leading to an ever increasing shortfall between supply and demand in turn leading to global recession and poverty, falling food production and famine and increasing political unrest and resource wars. Then of course there are Nature’s wild cards - Mt Everest sized asteroids like the one that caused the extinction of the dinosaurs, super volcanoes like Mt Toba which took out 90% of the human population 70,000 years ago, Coronal Mass Ejections from our sun like the 1859 event which scientists believe was powerful enough to wipe out our satellite network and fry the global electricity grid plunging the world into a darkness from which we may never recover.

We are in a new era of Catastrophism.

‘The End of the World As We Know It’ does not have to mean the end of us as a species. We are living in a house of cards. If you take out a card, whether that be the oil card, the food card, the electricity card or the economy card, the result is likely to be the same. The whole precarious construct will come crashing down around us and the survivors will wake to a very different world.

The planet does NOT need saving, it has taken care of itself for billions of years and will continue to long after we fade into history.

What we need to save is us... from ourselves.

The only question is; do we deserve it...?




Tuesday, 27 November 2012

One Question, Lord


Lord, I know I’ve never prayed
And I really don’t know how
But I feel there is a question
That I have to ask you now

The bible says you made this earth
From the void in just six days
Then displayed your love of beauty
In a myriad different ways

You started off creating time
By dividing day from night
And set the eternal cycles
With the darkness and the light

On the next day of creation
Your great wisdom you did show
Dividing vapours up above
From the waters down below

On the third day you continued
Separating land and sea
And set the plants to grow there-in
In a vast abundancy

On the fourth day you decided
On a focus for the light
You made the sun to watch the day
And the moon to rule the night

On the fifth day you created
Fish to swim the lakes and seas
And birds to fly upon the wind
And nest within the trees

On the last day you excelled yourself
Making beasts to roam the land
Be they crawling on their bellies
Or upon their legs to stand

Now, I know you will not like this
But there’s something I must say
I think you made a big mistake
On that sixth and final day

It’s a shame you were not happy
With the beauty of this land
For you blew it all completely
When you formed from clay a man

On that day you made a monster
Filled with anger, greed and hate
And he set about destroying
All the work you’d done to date

He is killing off your creatures
At a truly frightening speed
And the only reason for it
Is his never ending greed

He pollutes your seas and rivers
And he doesn’t seem to care
That the life-style he is living
Is now poisoning the air

In his task he is relentless
Destroying all things in his way
He can now reverse your process
Of creation in a day

If things carry on much longer
It won’t matter anymore
That the world is slowly dying
He’ll destroy it in a war

So Lord, I now beseech you
Will you listen to my cry?
I only have one question
And that question Lord is... 
                                       ...Why?




Sunday, 10 July 2011

The Jumper

I have out-lived my usefulness
Rejected to my loneliness
Discarded here upon the shelf
My only company, myself

It is a dreadful truth to see
To know that no-body wants me
Of this sad fact there is no doubt
Who’d want me now, I’m too worn out

Before me now my life is played
As I sit here with edges frayed
Each fibre of my being stretched
My misery in creases etched

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Unravelling, I wonder why
It came to this, I start to cry
I long for peace in endless sleep
With eyes closed, off the cliff I leap

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Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Morbidity - A poem from my 1st book

I have a dream, a fantasy
Where all men live in harmony
An end to pain and enmity
A new birth for humanity

Each day I wake reluctantly
And come back to reality
I look around in misery
And see the true insanity

A world ruled by brutality
Supported by complacency
We`re in the grip of tyranny
Choked by our own misanthropy

The masses in obscurity
Condemned to live in poverty
A life of harsh severity
The cruelest immorality

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Each day a new atrocity
Will reach new depths of cruelty
We`re sinking into savagery
A slow death for humanity


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