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Wednesday, 14 June 2017

THOM THE WORLD POET: The Daily Poem

Rob Ayling, yer Gonzo Grande Fromage, writes: 


"Thom the World poet is an old mate of mine from way back in my history. Even pre-dating Voiceprint, when I was running "Otter Songs" and Thom's poetry tapes and guest appearances with Daevid Allen, Gilli Smyth and Mother Gong are well known and highly regarded. It just felt right to include a daily poem from Thom on our Gonzo blog and when I approached him to do so, he replied within seconds!!! Thom is a great talent and just wants to spread poetry, light and positive energy across the globe. If we at Gonzo can help him do that - why not?



YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED!
WHISPERED WORDS OF CONSOLATION
@the passing of a Light ,or emergence from a womb
or a welded wedding  amalgam of twined lovers
or some horror disaster that threatens to silence all songbirds
or a random tyrant closing down all social media

until we are reduced again to voice to ear and shout to street
When the all too human meets the brute fist violence
we reach for the watery words of washing consolations
the bandage of shared verities/the barbed wire of truth
We hold truth like a bird in our hearts.It is time for RELEASE!
You know what you need.Now is the time to create.!




"Perhaps the great error is believing
we’re alone,
That the others have come and gone —
a momentary blip —
When all along, space might be choc-full of traffic,
Bursting at the seams with energy we neither feel
Nor see, flush against us, living, dying, deciding,
Setting solid feet down on planets everywhere,
Bowing to the great stars that command, pitching stones
At whatever are their moons. They live wondering
If they are the only ones, knowing only the wish to know,
And the great black distance they — we
— flicker in."
Tracy K. Smith
Ms. Smith, 45, says she hopes to be a poetry evangelist of sorts, going to parts of the United States “where literary festivals don’t always go.”
nytimes.com

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