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I need to read more and be silent but my soul's on fire like a burning man

I  need to read more and be silent but my soul's on fire like a burning man. I sound political when basically I think it’s hokum. Really what I’m saying is that I think Politics is a con, in a world that demands we take it seriously. What my supposedly political writing is really saying is “SHUT UP everybody, you’re talking shite.” The world is owned by multinationals with the media it sponsors determining the governments it allows. As for us peasants, this media and these multinational owned institutions are hell bent on dividing us along class and race lines, with gender thrown in for good measure. But I am sick of hearing about it. Leave me out of it I don’t want to hear it, I’ve just lost all my picnic spirit, to borrow from Bob Dylan. I would rather focus on colours, nature and Turner and flavours of food, wine, whiskey & water. Leave me out of so-called serious talk. It’s a trick. Eat love and be merry. And no more guilt trips, else you fall for the same trick the Missionaries forced upon the naked Indigenous. Get naked people, Be your animal self. Human centred worlds are inevitably gossip. Get in touch with your dreams, not your ambitions. Listen to the air crackle and fizz, listen to the wind. I got no flies on me. And now I’m not angry, I’m just really uncomfortable and have difficulty breathing and so I shriek and buck and leap, coz I cannot stop. I’m possessed by a devilish fire. A redhead, until I’m dead. Then I have no wish for Heaven, I wish to stay on Earth, a child of the stars. Talk with people openly, not defensively. No more pointing of fingers, judge not lest ye shall be judged. Come inside my kitchen to borrow from Tiddas. Let’s not take things so seriously. One day in not so many years we’ll be put in a box. It's time to dance, eat & make love.

 

©Malachi Doyle 2022.

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