Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  Prose haiku #4 I when who you been where too? It there under the orange blanket lifted Cut was in the shards & shattered Blood is enough you get it   Copyright Malachi Doyle 2022.

  Red hi Red hi red chain green mouth why are yes when will how? Don’t drink the wind and in your mind’s ear Fortune flavours the air ducts why sand and clever hard to get into black & whisk no hi Copyright Malachi Doyle 2022.

  Poem 2 It doesn’t there was a disc Now think, you who good cheer What rabbit what is not but you Baby rapturous & confused Would snatch it with your hand Bland hill bald aren't what?   Over & under Up & down Out & in Inside surface   Rhapsodize  In spontaneous Da boo bap  Ta zwimmerzwommer twip Ya can’t swear or be honest on a work computer Blip Copyright Malachi Doyle2022.  

numbering the painting so not to lead the viewer still the viewer is led & presumes meaningless as a meaning as if visual language must mean nothing when not translated via words we now use numbers as words everything is words like gestural splashes -- an everything of things   copyright malachi doyle 2022

  Mouth, & things related to the mouth   I seem to spend an inordinate Just wanted to use that word Would a helluva lot work better? Shouldn’t I try for as wide a potential audience as possible? Don’t get me wrong I’m under no illusions that many will read or hear But yunno, not to isolate; rather to invite people IN   What was I talking about again? It’s not really relevant is it? You only want to know who I am Or rather what I am A unique event Reduced to an object from a collective said object   Of course, you doubtless think I’m beating around the bush Anyone would say that I know I would, in fact, I am outright saying it   All I really wanted to say was that I cringe A LOT these days At old foot in mouths committed over the years They behave like a lowlight reel on a loop Embarrassing moments from my youth The older I get Rather, I wish I could occupy my psyche with new and interesting things & not just rehashing sh#t But yunno, not much happens whe...

Why write?  People aren’t cut out for reading. They’re incapable of joining the dots, except for the few destined for the madhouse. It’s tedious. Everyone’s talking politics, they call it. Sounds more like gossip to me. It’s crowding out articulate voices with animal noises and photoshopped faces. You can’t teach about genocide via a movie. Movies are exterior. Suffering is interior. You can’t do justice to a genocide by focusing on the perpetrators and leaving the victims silent. Then you are perpetuating it. JoJo Rabbit is a tragically mistaken work. It provides little but a sympathetic Nazi and anti-Semitic ear worm taunts. I once wrote a poem using the n-word. Born from a life experience where it was embedded and recollected in the poem. I spent years editing and footnoting all trying to make it work, until finally I realized it was inherently flawed. I guess Hollywood rewards people who put entertainment and their artistic egos above morality. Most famous artists are unwise. E...

  The Beatles were so right about our materialist, individualist world – “You don’t see me” & I don’t see you   & this causes so much frustration Which easily heats to anger –   We don’t see one another, Because essentially One cannot be perceived –   One appears to another through a series of masks & mirrors   & today Most people we see Appear via screens Rarely presenting themselves Other than in the capacity of a functionary   What I’m saying also Is that you don’t hear me & I don’t hear you –   Were it ever possible to It would be impossible Using the today’s language of Commerce & politicking & power, To attempt intimacy   I say something I think is beautiful & I wish to share the beauty I feel with you   But a word catches You don’t like that word All you see is that word That becomes the focus –   The signifier Not the s...