The Absence Of Trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome to the world where lies rule
where you can tear down one edifice
by sacrificing quality
the patriarchy for the class of women who
will then whine to be taken seriously
as individuals who happen to be female
at this or any other time

Where men wearing lipstick are not fools
or clowns or the new castrati choir
but useful idiots hailing the Stalinistic news
and being Native means a true patriotism
absent ego or avarice amid atavistic blues
in the simplicity of demented amnesia

Where all the intellectuals abandon truth
for a snapshot of cash and headlines
the same gangsters championing attitude
over substance, heiling abuse
in this semi-permanent dislocation
of people from events in the decline of Empire

Where reason has no enemy but itself
having been mistaken for rational objectivity
and anyone who can read can write and anyone
who can write can think except
the kaleidoscopic whirlwind orders nothing
into the strange ideas of form and inspiration

Where you can take a walk in the city as though
it were civilized and not merely the absence of trees
plowed down by any local maniac
providing revenue to undertakers, media and the false
promises of politicians who can do nothing but deny
anything is happening that you can choose
or not, to accept or make of mythologies, lies from truths

© Dean J. Baker

CELESTIAL MIGRATIONS IN THE EMPIRE $15.99 print, $5.99 ebook

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#Liberals – All The Emperors Are Naked and It’s A Disfiguring Sight

The length of time in office is a great measure of the undying stupidity and deceived self-interest of the voters. Every few years there’s a great outcry about how they’re destroying the country, they’re weasels, etc etc., and they still get back into office.

When they’re not importing voters by playing the empathy card – immigrants, do not mistake how great and modern Canada is by contrasting it with your subterranean cave and then align that with Liberals wishing you well when they really are the modern versions of Southern-fired nutbusters getting their people to vote multiple times with both ultimate aims being that the politicians want to eat your porkchops, your steaks, toss you a scrap and manipulate you into gratitude and worship expressed as votes – they’re ignoring their own culpability about running up the national debt and thus engaging your children into becoming time slaves engaged in paying off each individual politician’s self-love.

Political rules: they win, you lose. You look to them to change. If that isn’t retardism in a nutshell, so to speak, what is.

Politicians ought to be voted in with the same jaundiced cast of eye that you’d engage a relative known for backtalking you as a fucking assgoblin ought to be trusted to do the right thing. Not.
Thus do yourself a favor, eliminate the idea of #Liberals as vote getters.

Disabuse yourself of the notion that this guy or that woman is an okay person and they will bring some integrity to the pool. How? Remind yourself that if that individual politico opposes the ruling Turkey-in-Chief, Turdeau, they’d be out.. so how can they be said to have integrity when in order to keep their jobs they need to compromise it to effect what they tell you will be good for you.
Same old crap and if you believe it you’re the one who can’t tell shit from Shinola, and you’ve done it to yourself. Result: #Liberals get in again.
Same idea when people say just don’t let your lips vapor-lock to the boss’ ass.

Maybe try for the invalid’s – i.e voter’s – version of the Hippocratic oath: pick the version of politicians least likely to do harm. Otherwise what you get are #Liberals who used to be Auschwitz Guards Against Humanity becoming Concerned Caretakers For Crippled Civilians Too Busy To Think.

Don’t be a fuck-stick second-hand shill for soul-sucking politicians in false dialogue compromising your brains and self into a Howdy Doody rage against what you yourself are finally responsible for contriving to commit without acknowledgement.

Otherwise, you are them.

©Dean J. Baker

ps. do something they’d hate – buy one of my books…

My very latest books – memorable, and mind-expanding new work: poems which truly mark a radical departure from previous work in tone, scope, and vision.

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Nothing I Know

John Newlove

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An insult to the brain;
sun’s injury, this waking
before noon,
beneath the browed indifference
of Time, adventurer of our lives.

Who can tell that will? Each
whore and man
must dine amid swill and swallow
all: drown until
one rises where another fell.

Run, dark horse,
follow the body’s teachings:
how children have accomplished this,
turned back once, and turned into us:
nothing matters, now but results.

Dean J. Baker

-excerpt from The Lost Canadian, Vol.1, 112 pages, $14.99

*JOHN NEWLOVE

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Meeting Gwen MacEwen, Marian Engel, Judith Merrill – introduced by Joe Rosenblatt

I was reminded the other day of meeting and getting to know some women writers whose work I admired.
Specifically, Gwen MacEwen, Marian Engel, and Judith Merrill.
I’ll be writing something of an autobiography at some point which will be inclusive of a lot of things and events, personally and professionally.

I was introduced to two of these writers through Joe Rosenblatt, and Gwen MacEwen.
(One thing about Gwen is she did a reading of the book whose photo you can see here, without the book, in its entirety at a place where earlier I saw Led Zeppelin – that size venue.)

One cold New Year’s day in Toronto, I headed over with Joe Joe (for whom I’d rewritten pages, and edited a few books of his) to Gwen’s apartment on St.George St. to meet up with her, and her wonderful cat, Dingbat.

Walking in the door, Gwen called me over to the living room where there were two women sitting on the couch. Little did I know.
Next thing I hear is Gwen saying, “This is the poet I’ve been telling you about.” And then she introduced me. Marian Engel! wrote that classic, Bear. Judith Merrill.
Marian Engel said, “Hi, Dean. So you’re the poet Gwen has been raving about, saying you’re great and brilliant.”

Now I’d been reading Gwen’s work for ages it seemed, and this was the first time we met. Mr. Joe had been telling her about me, my work – and she’d pestered him to bring me over. So I was taking in the first flush of meeting a poet whose work I loved, plus getting to meet Marian Engel, whose novella Bear I thought fantastic. And I was aware of Judith Merrill through the work of other science fiction writers, and the fact that at the time she lived just a block or so away on Spadina Road.

At this point, Judith said hello, and smiled. Likely anticipating Marian’s next statement.

Marian next said, “SO, say something brilliant and notable.”

Which I apparently did, to her satisfaction and Gwen’s and Judith’s, because we all started relaxing over coffee, etc.
What was said then and other times in more detail will be in the book… though there are various representations scattered throughout my poetry.

©Dean J. Baker

*note: Works of the writers that are a must read:

Dream Craters  +  The Voluptuous Gardener, etc etc etcJoe Rosenblatt

http://www.joerosenblatt.com/

Magic AnimalsGwen MacEwen

http://canpoetry.library.utoronto.ca/macewen/pub.htm

BearMarian Engel – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marian_Engel

some of my work… http://www.amazon.com/Dean-J.-Baker/e/B00IC6PGQM