Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Walls Still Stand by Wolfi Landstreicher

I came across this great poem in Green Anarchy Magazine. I couldn't find a decent copy on the internet so decided to post it to my blog. Enjoy!

 
Sometimes it seems we could not be

stopped; we were crazy feral children,

our eyes ablaze with polymorphous lust.

Our intensity demanded eternity, an

unending flow.

...
There was no turning back. Reeling,

dizzy with joy on the edge of a cliff, our

lives so full of now, there was no

tomorrow.

We flew burning through the night

finding toys with which to create the

wonders of our lives.

Bricolage symphonies, cacophonies,

insanities.

Our madness was intentional, a

godless rite to break down the walls

and dams.

The moments of our lives seemed like

forevers so full of this life they had

become.
We lost ourselves in flows of desire, in

wandering currents of sensation

stronger than the channels that would

keep them in constraints.

Our hearts pounded, we were wild-eyed

with our energy, flaming tornadoes

dancing zig-zag through heaving

landscapes...

Smashing the walls...

Smashing the walls...

Smashing... smashing... smashing the

walls...

But the walls still stand and I am tired...

Set me aflame once more.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

My Dream


I’m sitting in lotus

A waterfall thunders behind me

Fish swim peacefully in the crystal clear water

I’m unclothed with long hair and a beard

My body is firm, clean and strong

My skin glows with a healthy tan

My mind is still and I am completely in the present

I have let go of my past and my future

I am truly happy and enlightened

I no longer need words to express my love for everything and everyone

It is an energy that permeates the air

Around me the jungle is filled with the sounds of wild nature

Birds sing and leaves rustle peacefully

A snake slithers by

I am unperturbed

I am at peace with my mortality and unthreatened by anything around me


Nature provides me with all the medicine I will ever need

After a while I rise from my position and return to camp

Children are playing

Adults are going about their daily business

There is much laughter and conversation
Money does not exist

It was always an illusion that is now all but forgotten


Without money, all relationships are voluntary


So much fakeness has been cleansed from our spirits

We joke about the concept of work

We wonder how people were ever tricked into it

I join a few men and women who are preparing for a hunt

It is a sacred practice, an honoured ritual

We walk down a jungle path

Monkeys watch us cautiously from the trees as we pass

We move through the remnants of a city

The buildings and streets have been reclaimed by wilderness

Vines creep up the buildings and grass grows from cracks in the tar

Antelope run across the roads

There is a thick cloud of mist around the dilapidated buildings

Some abandoned cars litter the streets

They’re of no use to anyone anymore

We pass through the city

We walk a few more kilometres before coming to a clearing

A few metres away lies a crystal clear pond

A warthog is drinking quietly

I kneel down and pull the string of my bow

The hog is aware of my presence

But he knows that his time has come

I thank him for his sacrifice and let the arrow fly

I whisper a blessing for the pig as I kneel over him and slit his throat

Yes, a degree of violence is necessary in the life cycle

But long term suffering and torture are not

I thank him for giving his life force so that my life can continue

Everything is a cycle of give and take

When I die, my body shall feed the soil

Any carnivore that comes by may feed upon my carcass

The air is so clean

It is purer than a civilised man could fathom

I am invigorated with every breath

My lungs thank Mother Nature for her blessing with each inhalation


With each exhalation memories of civilisation are released and forgotten

On the way back to camp I kneel by a stream and sip life-giving water

The other villagers welcome us upon our return

Other men and women have been out gathering wild fruits

There is no agriculture here

There are no pesticides

We take only what nature provides for us and we thank her for her generosity

I am greeted by a beautiful woman

I have loved her for some time now

I do not know for how many months or years we have been in love

Time is no longer recorded or symbolised


It was only ever useful to help our bosses control us


Now we live in the moment

There are no laws

Sometimes conflict is solved with violence

It is the same with all animals

But there is no punishment for uncivilised behaviour

We acknowledge ourselves as wild beings

My soul mate and I wander to a hilltop

We hold hands and behold the awesome view

My soul is free