The idea of arresting increasing climate catastrophe has most recently been taken up by the Extinction Rebellion (XR) movement in the UK. XR represent a confrontational if disruptive demand to hold government accountable for the denial or dallying of their roles in practices shown to disrupt climate stability. Greenpeace, NRDC, and countless other environmental and humanitarian organisations across the globe have continued their efforts to hold industry and government to account since the 1840’s.
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What’s not to love about a little love poem ; )
Waiting
impatiently to savour
the smokey taste
tobacco wine chocolate dark
traveller’s lips upon mine softly
once more to hear that husky voice
chattering like water coursing across
mossy mountain rocks singing
the delirious song of being
into my soul under my skin waiting Read More
After an especially dark and internal winter, the light of new creativity and power have been welling up from within those murky depths, the looming horizon becomes present, the Phoenix rises – it must be spring! Here’s a graphic to honour the phenomenon.
It’s winter – I’ve been writing a love poem for death – maybe it’s a Scorpio thing, I don’t know, but here ya go.
what heaving wings fell through the black night
spinning down to earth, hot body crouched
in the moist ground
pressed over naked form – the beloved
crumpled wings and heart
a kiss of tenderness, longing and loss
the angel has descended, into gravity’s well
she is no more, but the density of blood, feather, bone
upon this earth…
Bitcoin was born out of an extraordinary innovation to resolve the loss of faith in, and the failings of central banks, sovereign states and governments, after the economic collapse of 2008 in particular.
I had forgotten how completely and utterly fucking nuts India is. It’s so scuzzy and chaotic you still can’t believe it. But vibrant, colourful and exotic like nowhere else. Hop on your moped and into the foray and it’s adrenalin carnival all the way… Read More
Found this artwork in centre camp at burning man a few years ago (tracked down the artist through the playa vine for attribution) then stumbled across this poem and thought… they belong together!
Wearing nothing but snakeskin
boots, I blazed a footpath, the first
radical road out of that old kingdom
toward a new unknown.
When I came to those great flaming gates
of burning gold,
I stood alone in terror at the threshold
between Paradise and Earth… Read More
Our one world will be saved by beauty
when we remember how to see
with the eyes of a child
into the golden heart of every living thing.
We will feel deeply
the earthly memories
etched into the mountains of home
the forgetfulness in the oceans heave, the forgiving Read More
reflections after watching the haunting film of the same name.
