Just read Harold Pinter's Nobel lecture here - wow! Sums up all the things I've always wondered about and hadn't strung together. When there's a writer saying this stuff so powerfully I can't help wondering why we are still living through this absurd relationship. Makes me want to man a barricade somewhere - or at least lie down in the road, as I did in a past incarnation.
Maybe protest has grown up - or maybe it takes all kinds. Always.
I wrote this today
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The third time I've heard that today
it's gettin' like a broken record
I swear if someone else ...
I'll give them a mouthful
I knew that ages ago
pointless now to have kept it to myself
The truth will out they say
but they don't say
The truth will be out and open
to prejudicial interpretation
The truth will out they say
but they don't say
One man's truth can be
another man's desolation
One man's truth can be
another man's bombed wedding
One man's truth can be
another man's dead baby
The truth will out they say
but they don't say
The truth can be a lie
and the right can be wrong
and the evil that actually believes it is truth
kills children for a tank of gas
Thank you so much for posting this on my blog. It has a fantastic raw energy and truth. You have some great half-rhymes (interpretation/desolation) which add to the drive of it. Tell me: what is your accent? How should I hear it? (There's an audio file attached to my poem "Neolithic" elsewhere on this, if you want to hear mine!)
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