"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Fabrication

“We concede all politicians lie.” Jennifer Rubin 

The Visual Tower
Marcel Broodthaers (1966)
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Have we both been lying all this time?
I thought it was only me but

kudos to us for adulting the fabrication
of our story, or what we wanted it to be
in a post-truth world.

Why think of it as diminished responsibility
when surreality is replacing the norm?
No one bothers to dig through garbage

when everything is pasted on someone’s wall.
We’ll make up our own headline.

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Words Count with Mama Zen... and thus I say good riddance to 2016 - but not without thanking the good folk of the Imaginary Garden for keeping it Real.


25 comments:

  1. Yes, we do keep it real and thank heavens for the outlet!!!!! I love your closing line especially. In Vancouver, we drove past an extremely tall, black dark-energy building that disappeared into the clouds. It emanated dark energy. Turned out it was trump tower. The name was covered by a tarp because it was being vandalized. Owned by an ogre straight out of a Grimm's fairy tale.

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    1. My interest in politics this year has been on a global scale, watching the pieces being moved around on the bigger board. Trump is certainly one but not the only player.

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  2. Oh yes we don't bother rummaging through the garbage. Powerfully penned, Kerry ❤️

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    1. Garbage fetches too high a price to be thrown away.

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  3. I fear people too often make up their own headlines, or only read ones that agree with the ones they've made up.

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  4. Surreality is definitely replacing the norm. It's damn scary what a soul can get used to.

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    1. On a personal as well as political level...

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  5. Very true.
    I've been having a lot of trouble writing lately. Everything I create seems meaningless.
    I always wanted to make a difference, but I doubt that's possible.
    I'm kind of post hope.

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    1. Poets are the voice of a post hope world.

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  6. You've packed a world of truth in a very short poem. It looks like the whole world has moved into a surreal realm, where every single person resides inside his or her own sub-reality. Maybe, one of these days, we'll get our hands dirty and find what we've lost in the muck.

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    1. Sub-reality.. I like that word (wish I'd used it).

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  7. Yikes. For real! The truth, not the post-truth... is the new normal excusing us from taking responsibility? I certainly hope not.
    My kids got a Magic 8-Ball for Christmas and it seems as accurate a predictor as anything else.

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    1. I hate to be the voice of doom.. but I predict we will not see peace in our time.

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  8. I fear the future... but it's great to have our little bubble where we can pretend we know know the truth... sometimes it feels like I need a sieve to catch the gems.

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    1. But there are gems, because not everyone can be baffled by bullshit all the time.

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  9. And what will those headlines read, on walls already covered with tears?

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    1. I find people can ignore suffering when it is happening in another neck of the woods.

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  10. Jeez, a worrying world you portray in your words, nevertheless an absolute truth.

    We are mired in the garbage offered by politicians...

    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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    1. I guess they're just doing their jobs.. but I'd like to get a look at the description.

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  11. I am so fed up with lies, mud-slinging and fabrication; your poem says it all, Kerry, especially the lines:

    No one bothers to dig through garbage

    when everything is pasted on someone’s wall.
    We’ll make up our own headline.

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    1. Thanks, Kim. I was worried this poem didn't really say enough but I found I was okay with ending the year on an anticlimactic note.

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  12. The idea of the surreal existence is a frightening scary monster. Indeed

    Best Wishes 🍸 And

    Much love...

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  13. Why think of it as diminished responsibility
    when surreality is replacing the norm?
    No one bothers to dig through garbage

    Sometimes people have the audacity to press a point but let fly untoward assertions. Glad this is often in real life but not on the blogosphere

    Hank

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  14. or make up our head lying. since that's what our head honchos do now, anyway ~

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