Anthony Anaxagorou: Poet / Writer / Ponderer

Conversation Today

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 00:12:28 +0000

John: Hey man you shaved off your beard. You look much younger now

Me: Well it was getting way too itchy

John: Yeh you really were starting to look like a terrorist for a second

Me: Wow! Thats the first time anyone has told me I resemble George Bush

John: I don’t get it what you mean?

Me: Go back to sleep dude!

Personal Truth & Happiness

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 19:14:41 +0000

I could never tell you how to be happy just like I could never give you the Truth - these ideas have no shape or form. Whoever claims to be doing so is then most certainly lying. You are the solo excavator of Truth, you too are the keeper of your happiness.

Popular Culture

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 23:20:44 +0000

Popular culture is a cheap fair ground, one with dated rides and toxic candy. What we see today is the sickly product of it’s fusion.

A Good Day

Thu, 25 Feb 2010 21:23:06 +0000

A good day is one that you know will someday dance with graceful elation, in a book you will write reliving the story of your entire life.

Healers

Tue, 23 Feb 2010 00:00:42 +0000

Here in this garden of blooming sounds
words with swan-eyes and lights blink
touching bones with no name;
Today I became my wishes height.

Just by placing my ears on your love
and watching your concerned lips move
I see teeth release the Truth
from the palms of the earth,
and from societies dust-cloud
a fresh child is drawn
one who speaks in rhymes of antiquity
in a dance of elation
to the rhythm of your applause.

So if this hour closes
and our tracks dissipate
into the phosphorescent ether
then let our last breath and step
sail the baby poets chorus
so to champion this bridal art,
may these moments
precious and grave
release the crying dream
from the heart of our time.

Dedicated to all those who teach.

Haiku III

Sun, 21 Feb 2010 23:13:23 +0000

What is the great sky
But an endless road that leads
To the earth’s secrets

notforpublicconsumption: welcome. ______________________________...

Wed, 17 Feb 2010 20:18:29 +0000

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welcome.

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Oh! What we do to our children

Tue, 16 Feb 2010 22:28:39 +0000

Oh! What we do to our children
afore the sun has kissed
their skin of infinite shore,
we riddle them in serpent’s tongues
that rattle and hiss.
We maul open the bright indigo vein
that streams angels and swans
just so we can push needles
immersed in glorious greed
debauching the wild fruit of innocence
with the pestilence of our own abandoned dreams.

Come and see what we do to our children
our tomorrow, our future suns and moons
walk with a silver inertia, raucous and long.

A fist of repeating metal
feeds unoffending mouths
that gape with splendid eagerness
as such are the mouths of children.
They devour love, need the love that never
hunts tears and anguish, bones and blood,
enough blood to bleed for a starving war
into a singular warm pool, until the stars become sick
and pack their dazzle away.

Open yesterday’s wet wounds
with today’s fresh whip
listen to them all
children
howling parallel deaths into forlorn walls.

Yes, come and see what we do to our children!
Here in the world that beats so surely in God’s breast,
with lofty psalms of virtue
played by an absent ghost
on a silent accordion.

Oh! What have we done to our children
Cutting out all that is heaven-grown;
We ruined so perfectly
our only miracle
our last great majesty.

Haiku II

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 20:32:00 +0000

From the pit of night

The blast crushed the sleeping earth

Tears burn in the flames.

Haiku 1

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 15:22:01 +0000

Tonight the sky fell

With a rock storm of fire

On my lonely war.

"No, I dont like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I..."

Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:11:31 +0000

“No, I dont like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don’t like work - no man does - but I like what is in work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - what no other man can ever know.
They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.”

- Joseph Conrad - Heart of Darkness (1899)

Harold Pinter Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech. Watch from 13:30

Thu, 11 Feb 2010 12:17:56 +0000

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5779318336871023559#

Harold Pinter Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech. Watch from 13:30

When Friday Drinks

Wed, 10 Feb 2010 14:06:00 +0000

In this month of witches bite

the cold cracks frost,

as the resplendent hour closes like a books end

to awaken monsters with ties and shirts

sharpened bottles

filled with daggers of revelry and storms.

Laughter hacked from ashen teeth

looms outside pub doors

huddled and quick, taking in the poison

of tradition, ignorance and frozen cement;

watch it stretch itself, a trail of headless smoke

reaching like a starving cloud over moonless rooftops.

The night breeds in blackness

scorpions open the pale canvas

for blood violence;

men of all sorts savage one another

brutes dressed in pink and green

diamonds sit smug on ears unclean

throwing lighting bolts

drenched in toxin and naive murder.

Nothing is left standing

nor brick nor window nor sense;

A blue and white wail

the anthem

starts as a faint drop of sound

arriving at a red and yellow river

slithering unformed on the ground;

Butchering the nights blush

with its white iron hand

polished shoes shut roads

ambulances scatter like startled deer

splintering the air.

The crowd evaporates into an early mist

coughing, hobbling, gone

lonely sweepers tuck away

glass and stiff blood with a broom

Here civilisation lies!

The hour turns like impassive backs

into a bright felt tip

a new day sips its coffee

briefcases and heels

trample over the stain of yesterday.

Everything moves

bar the wind -

that’s tainted with the solidity of dried blood

the dry blood that always sings

when Friday drinks.

McCool - Aidan Andrew Dun

Wed, 10 Feb 2010 12:05:28 +0000

The verse novel by London poet Aidan Andrew Dun - McCool. A fine and modern breath of poetic story telling http://bit.ly/c1UWkI

Being British

Mon, 08 Feb 2010 14:51:35 +0000

Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then traveling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows on a Japanese TV. And the most British thing of all? Doing all of this on a day-to-day basis yet still having a Suspicion of anything foreign!

Im busy planning the rest of my life...

Fri, 05 Feb 2010 15:00:10 +0000

Some people were just different.

Fri, 05 Feb 2010 12:41:18 +0000

Some people were just different.

"If those in charge of our society — politicians, corporate executives, and owners of press and..."

Tue, 02 Feb 2010 00:53:06 +0000

“If those in charge of our society — politicians, corporate executives, and owners of press and television — can dominate our ideas, they will be secure in their power. They will not need soldiers patrolling the streets. We will control ourselves.”

- Howard Zinn (via jaeboogie)

"When love and passion meet a miracle is born"

Mon, 01 Feb 2010 22:36:09 +0000

“When love and passion meet a miracle is born”

- Anthony Anaxagorou

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Mon, 01 Feb 2010 16:08:21 +0000

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