
World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
We live on WeaponWorld. Why not PeaceWorld? How would that work? What should we expect? Has that transition been discussed to your satisfaction, or was it suppressed?
I'm slopping a ladle full of forbidden PeaceWorld Mulligan Stew onto your WeaponWorld prison zinc tray. Next!
Nous habitons la terre en armes. Pourquoi pas au monde paisible ? Comment cela marcherait-il ? Cette transition t'a-t-elle été discutée de façon satisfaisante ou supprimée ?
Je te verse une louchée interdite de Ragout Mulligan du monde paisible sur ton zinc pénitentiaire de la terre en armes. Au suivant !
World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
Bakers
Inspired in part by the role of Peter Falk in the movie Castle Keep, 1969, by Sydney Pollack
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LEARNER full text (2024)
PeaceWorld or death
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APPRENTI texte integral (2024)
Le monde paisible ou la mort
WORLD WAR COVID, Poems, mine and theirs
Bakers
Certain smells haunt human memory, even beyond the grave
Smell is the sharpest trigger of memory
The cool damp smell of woods decay
The blanket heat of tropic jungle, pending swift, dark kills
Mown grass, plowed fields, blacktop, hot rubble hardscapes after rain
The fireworks fall of Kellogs’ crisps a foot deep before winter
The sweet perfume of a lover, of one’s child
Explosives and infrastructure KO’d & charred by the square block,
Human and animal waste exposed,
Corpses fair and foul, old and new
Cemeteries tactically dug into and blasted out of
Their night-time ghosts draw fire from nervous newbies,
“Oh, they are there, alright, scaring you shitless;
They just never shoot at you, so cease fire at them!
(Or I'll kick your ass, Private!)”
Fire discipline is hard for unblooded troops
The deep breath of nature renewed,
Its flocks and fish and stems exponential, its insect hum louder,
The quiet, simple hum of nature growing stronger
That only loudens after years of human plague.
Bread eaters share the best smell of civilization
Every baker gets up early every morning
Day and night for a lifetime’s devotion
Sacred devotion to the smell of hot fresh bread
That fragrance means everyone will be fed today, at least
And not the other stink of famine and chaos
As long as they can get up and go to work
And even after, even if things don’t work out so well
As long as they breathe, fuel the fire, get flour and clean water.
So too, cultures that eat rice, barley,
The three sisters, the diet of Pacific colonists
Other foods just as honorable I don’t list
Someone gets up early to make tomorrow happen
A common meal prepared early morning
Most often by women, of course
But bakers usually form couples equally devoted (I guess?)
Plus the breakfasts of Africa, mother to humans
The sun rises, where is the morning meal?
As common to the unarmed victim as to his hunter
We Learners have that at least in common?
How hard would it be to share breakfast every morning
In hourly meridian succession across the world
The way we share New Years Day once a year
And wish each other health and happiness?
PeaceWorld or death
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