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Te Deum laudamus :-mmxvi

That the Lord hath spared

His disputatious people

the rod of Babylon

and the ire of Egypt;

He hath shown His people

a mercy none deserved to be shown;

For He alone hath revived

that exiled branch of Is-ra-el

long since missing and hidden away;

For even at this late hour

at this dire moment trapped

between an army and the sea,

He alone stretched forth his

mighty arm and caused to be

delivered out from under the

yoke of bondage His people,

a Free nation,

restored.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Footnote:-

The Te Deum (also known as Ambrosian Hymn or A Song of the Church) is an early Christian hymn of praise. The title is taken from its openingLatin words, Te Deum laudamus, rendered as “Thee, O God, we praise”.

The hymn remains in use in thanksgiving to God for a special blessing such as the publication of a treaty of peace, a royal coronation, etc.

Memo to a Dead Politician

Was it something that you said

was it something that you did?

were you always out in the open

or did you keep somethings hid?

Perhaps you spoke the truth,

trouble is no-one ever saw the proof;

A few things come to mind,

some thought you made a difference

fed the poor gave sight to the blind;

trouble is we’ve been around too long

read all of those stories

listened to that same old song,

about what you’d do for us tomorrow

and when tomorrow never came

some thought they’d remember you

but I’ve already forgot your name.

Umberto Eco : A Footnote

When production ceases

( and ) the production line rattles

to one last final halt ,

who then shall have the surplus

if there is no surplus to be had ?

Arising then out of the contradictions

of their own material production ,

what difference is there

between falsehood and truth ?

Imprisoned in the echo chambers of reason ,

all that is

is all that remains

all that remains is

silence

laden with meaning .

Footnotes for the benefit of the Reader:-

Umberto Eco OMRI (Italian: [umˈbɛrto ˈɛːko]; 5 January 1932 – 19 February 2016) was an Italian novelist, essayist, literary critic, philosopher and semiotician. He is best known for his groundbreaking 1980 historical mystery novel Il nome della rosa (The Name of the Rose), an intellectual mystery combining semiotics in fiction, biblical analysis, medieval studies and literary theory. He later wrote other novels, including Il pendolo di Foucault (Foucault’s Pendulum) and L’isola del giorno prima (The Island of the Day Before). His novel Il cimitero di Praga (The Prague Cemetery), released in 2010, was a best-seller.

leper messiah

He’s gone away

& won’t be back ,

all his future words

will remain unwritten ,

all future songs

unsung ,

all future art

unpainted & undrawn ;

All the Young Dudes too

are faded & gone ,

& the Spiders from Mars

are out of tune :

however the day ends

its epitaph remains :-

” Ziggy played guitar “.

 

 

Les larmes de l’automne

What do you say

when there is nothing left to be said ?

who do you turn to

when everyone else is gone ?

where do you run

when there is nowhere left to run to ?

how do you commemorate this loss

when there have been so many before ?

how shall we shed tears

when there are no more tears left to be shed ?

Jeux Sans Frontieres

The dark blue uniform speaks to us
in a language we don’t understand ,
the carriage we’re in stinks
even with the windows open ;
pervasive cloying tobacco ,
sweat ,dried vomit ,urine unwashed bodies
pressed almost obscenely together ;
Days have passed us by un-numbered
miles trekked without signposts ,
like snakeskins old habits of
hope , purpose ,civility ,empathy
have been discarded amid
the ashes and rubble ;
The dark blue uniform speaks to us again ,
this time in tortuous worldservice BBC english
we are being transported to a reception camp
to be registered and await further instruction ;
the carriage we’re in still stinks
and some more children need to use the toilet..

Flight MH 17

Minutes pass

as minutes do ,

minute by minute

we see them through ;

Hours ahead sat

in a seat in a row

the familiarity of the unfamiliar

the purposefulness of setting off

of getting under way ,

the expected expectations

greeting the unknown

that we already know ;

minutes pass

as minutes do ,

but we don’t always

get to see them through .