Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

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On the appellation ‘Anglo-Celtic’ Most of the dearest friends of mine have been ‘Black.’   It’s not a conscious thing.   It just happens.   I find these friends of mine to be more genuine & of course, less easily scandalised.   We laugh in a way that my few white friends don’t that much.   Of course when you’re as ‘weird’ as I am… blah blah   On my Irishness   Investigate ‘Irish’ as a descriptor in Standard Australian English.   When a cricket ball swings the opposite way It is said to “go Irish”   In my childhood,   Irish jokes were common place.   Remember, It was the White Australia Policy So there were different points of difference    So the Irish were Sociologically speaking ‘Deviant.’   Due to my father’s leaving his post as Catholic Priest   To commence a romantic relationship with my beaten & divorced single mother of 3 and the children’s care   This Irish Immigrant   Found himself working in an Angl

  The Greatest Writer of the 20 th Century   Primo Levi wrote a book later in his life called Moments of Reprieve I don’t know what to say To a Catholic like me Levi was a Saint Man, to have so much honesty in you That you can write about a moment of humanity Within/Beyond an instrument-system of …-torture-annihilation-human abattoir-mass murder-genocide-evil-suffering of and beyond knowing-suffering-trauma-beyond words-…   I couldn’t finish the book Because it asked the only question I need to be answered How a death camp survivor could admit to a moment of reprieve No matter how minor and partial  When a certain individual Despite the unspeakable horror Of the … Some small moment of humanity But True...   I won’t write the rest of the poem If you haven’t read Primo Levi & you pretend to be interested in Human Rights Or Right & Wrong Then read him -- --   Not this wishy washy Soap suds   -- I believe him to be the greatest wri

 Facebook is giving me a Right Wing blitz in my feed. All the news is 2GB, Newscorp etc. Hell I don't even own a tv & the the only News I've looked at recently has been The Guardian and Al Jazeera, DW. Facebook has changed my feed overnight. I no longer get Indigenous feeds, Caribbean feeds, Pacific Feeds, African feeds, South American feeds, Asian feeds, Human Rights feeds, importantly I no longer get Referendum feeds. I’ve been algorithmed as a middle aged white guy. Interests/passions/affiliations now are apparently now irrelevant to FB. FB splitting us up into racial categories like the Nazis. Bullshit. Evil. As we know the Cambridge Analytica reveal never reached critical mass and for those who saw it, they have short memories. Social Media is a direct threat to Democracy, used to sew division in our World. Rich mining companies don't want The Referendum of Indigenous Recognition in Australia to get up. Likewise Corporations want Trump back in power to sew disharmo

  On Glory   “Some are born to sweet delight Some are born to endless night.” – William Blake   Some people in the affluent West Think this is nonsense   They’re sorry for you For believing that   “I hope you find inner peace” They say   Forgetting that the Buddha Was a Prince   Who’d suffered very little In order to devise his Universals   Is he really saying the same thing To the ex-Christian in Toorak As he is to the Congolese   There is a reason Job is a Saint in Afrika   Because people are living it & know when they wake each day That immense suffering is inevitable   Everyday Regardless of their mindset   The pain is registered in the brain & some people Suffer MORE than others   In fact MOST Suffer more than the FEW   The First World would do well Listening   & thinking & changing their ways   Because our “Inner Peace” Is bankrolled by Poor people’s labour   And su

  Bullies feed on attention Bullies feed on attention H.Clinton wasn’t tough enough to fight a bully She was used to people kowtowing to her And behaving the Rich Liberal way She wasn’t a Street Fighter We all know Billionaires hustle & whore (& I don’t judge that I am not without Sin) But C’mon I’m sorry But you have to be Street Smart A Bully will never ‘raise the tone’ Get out of your University Bubble & Look a man who wants to kill you In the eye You gotta know how to quickly put a bully in their place & it doesn’t come by playing the High Moral Ground Particularly when you don’t have a leg to stand on Zsa Zsa Gabor knew how to deal with men who get ‘fresh’ Hit em where the lover hangs out You’ve gotta have been around Not just surrounded by a Palace of Courtiers. She failed us all.   She failed to put him away Like Chamberlain the Pussy With Hitler & Now it’s too late The Left are playing a game of langu

  As I chatted/User   As I chatted to the wild Flowers & the Trees & birds (the snakes were sleeping & the marsupials out of earshot) I apologized for being so self Absorbed With my pain.   Such is (hu)Man’s nature.   We worked out Man’s need For meaning –   In addition to Merely being As Man is not Rooted to the Ground (S/Ze)he is unrooted   & must run around  Though traffic All his life & work for half a century    In order To get money In order to Eat & drink & shelter.   The non human Doesn’t face these stresses.   The plants get stressed By the weather but Can’t do much about that.   The birds can Fly Still all their Habitable spaces Lessen by the Day   & they must work harder for sustenance The Sacred Crow forced to scavenge KFC wrappers from bins   Plus the weather. Still the cockatoo raids and trashes & carries on a right racket Maybe that’

  On My Own Again (Longer Poem Preamble)   1. The mechanical relic Has a sense of romanticism Despite what we know about The Industrial Age – People’s minds are strange   2. I would like One day To see the paintings Of the playwright August Strindberg   3. My mind is an Inconstant thing Is it so for you?   Maybe certain BIG THINGS move Around more slowly Like clouds Like ice floes   But the small Things like Writing Move/Fluctuate quickly   As they are often Less resilient To changes in Mood & personal Circumstances   I’d vowed last Night The whiskey made Me do it   To do a Rilke & adopt a different Mode   But either I’m not As adept   Or perhaps you Could just say We’re different Animals   & so I write The way I Write   & if I get Repetitive so be It   One rarely revisits Something In the same way   & those returns May well Dee