READERS’ LETTERS
Truth exists
Truth exists, our task is to recognize it and let it guide our actions, our lives. But it requires first listening, and not so much with brain initially, but with the “heart” which then informs the mind. In silence and solitude we listen for as long as it takes to hear an answer, or a question.
A comment to our article ‘Bringing the Land Back to Life’ in issue 14, 2019.
Pádraig
June 22, 2023
In Toto
If, like me, you sometimes wonder
What on earth has brought us here?
Close your eyes! –
Let’s take a wander
down the realms of yester year.
Let’s go back to the beginning.
Press Re-wind and keep it spinning,
– back before the stars could glow,
until there’s nothing left to know.
Let’s check out that situation:
Was there nothing in that void?
Newton’s Law of Conservation:
Energy is not destroyed!
Energy that’s here and now
was once condensed-
don’t ask me how-
within a singularity,
a point as small as small can be
with all dimensions curled as one,
and monumental, elemental,
existential life potential,
waiting for the starter’s gun.
Consciousness begins to run-
So now fast forward!
Yin and Yang –
They separate – the mighty Bang
and cosmic thunder
splits asunder Time and Space
from tight embrace.
And Information shows its face.
Subatomic quantum chancers,
quarks and leptons, Higgs’s bosons
whirl around as cosmic dancers.
Energy inhabits matter.
Radiation makes it shatter.
Gravitational attraction,
introducing interaction
means each star detects its neighbour. –
Here’s a point I needn’t labour –
Consciousness pervades this Universe.
Popping in and out of being,
quanta leap with gay abandon.
Are they ultimately random?
Or are they in fact inclined to fit
the overall design
that Consciousness has now defined
for making Life?
The recipe appears to go:
• Create a trillion stars that glow.
• Bake for thirteen billion years – and Lo!
• A hundred billion neurons grow
within the brains of “Average Joe”.
Now we’re conscious, feel unique.
Snakes and ladders, hide and seek.
Don’t you see it’s just a game?
Aren’t you more than just your name?
Deep inside we’re all the same-
Helping Consciousness explore
what it is and what it’s for.
Consciousness, through you, can see
the wonders of infinity
and we are leaves that feed the tree
that lives for all eternity.
But life is also full of woe –
can’t pretend it isn’t so.
Is nothing ever good or bad
but thinking makes it so?
Cheese and peas and chocolate pudd’
Are not the only food that’s good.
Everything’s to be explored.
Comfortably numb, we’re bored.
Boldness is its own reward.
Ride the leading edge of time!
Clock the rhythm! check the rhyme!
Play your part – It’s pantomime!
And may each living player shine!
A comment to our article ‘Consciousness as the Ground of Being’ in issue 20, 2022.
Tony Hambro
February 28, 2022
Can poetry bind together what is now flailed and fragmented?
Our arts have been stripped of their hybridity across the centuries. A dancer is a dancer plus nothing. A singer is a singer plus zilch. And so it goes. The challenge is to return to a storytelling artistry as once was – a confluence of voice, mime, movement, dance, gesture, wordplay, gravitas, tomfoolery …
Our today’s digitisation-of-almost-everything is a full frontal assault on the potentialities latent within the glorious mix and hybridity of our wilderness humanity.
Can poetry bind together what is now flailed and fragmented? Can the juxtaposition of a poet’s words and words alone remind us of the freshborn wonderment we once knew but is now bleached day by day by a torrent of zeroes and ones and ones and attention/joy eroding zeroes?
A comment to our article ‘Conversations with Jane Hirshfield’ in issue 20, 2022.
Dennis Wild
February 22, 2022
From Benin Koni to Bablock Hythe
Paul, Paul
why did you do this to me?
Take your column of troops
& artillery
& smash your way into the
heart of Africa
leaving a swathe of carnage ,
unaccountable corpses
& unimaginable suffering
in your wake.
Did you fell the cream of Africa
Like the forest trees
Scattered upon the desolate plain?
Benin Koni, the capital of a continent,
built by generation upon generation,
wasted.
Paul, Paul
You knew what you were doing,
this terrible deed
while it was happening.
Why did you depart from your original nature
so?
Have the ants eaten your soul as they have
consumed your body?
But there was nothing left there
to bring life to the land
only more death.
Paul, Paul
Where are you now?
Lost, alone, wandering the land
of your suffering
looking for your lost self.
How will you find it, Paul?
That burnished splendour, your original nature
that your mother saw –
as did all the mothers whose children were
slaughtered by your hand.
Have they forgiven you, Paul?
Have they forgiven you?
Not until you have addressed
each and every one and asked
forgiveness.
That is the hardest path now, Paul
But if you can, and
if you do
forgiveness can come
& resurrect those glorious souls and your own,
free from the stench of battle,
free from the memories of those who came after
& the indelible stain of blood by the highway
& then the Road, Paul
then the Road
that drove you to your madness in the
Heart of Darkness.
A road that devoured the lives of those who came after
& fed your homeland with its yellow cake
to warm its hearths
but leaving the heart of Africa without even
light.
New light can come in this world through
timeless justice being served and
reparations made
Maybe not for the gore of ages that we all share
& shame in
But for the continued agonies of the present
that were born then.
Light can come
& hope spring up &
banish the fear that reduced the
noble spirits &
laid generations
low.
Hope can even come to you,
Paul
& lead you from your darkness to
return to the original light of
being itself.
And on my boat in Bablock Hythe
I too can find solace
in the knowledge that
all that can be done, has been done
& humanity, mine and yours, Paul
can move on in peace.
A comment to our article ‘African Apocalypse’ in issue 17, 2021.
Richard Twinch
May 21, 2021