#industry
.
can't sleep (mind pacing) lift up in bed
i look to the window :
night ballooning
irrigation set dense in the air
a forestry of dreams and scents
they'd said
'move over and give us a fortune'
some fumbles and growth
provide furnish and much seed
teaming industry and repaid formalities
secrets knit under it all
they even do dark business at the border
and families did sprout houses
surround The Work
as the god fir trees were felled
the mystery recedes
and other jobs buckle
into the needs
of The Community
all this to be plundered
through generations
of small town innocents
hunting deer
haunting tones of church sermon
and sewing badges on the uniform
with coded handshakes
playing detective
and tales told
of the natives held at bay
all those who wander alone at dusk
(sins of the feathered nest)
night marooned infancy
malefic spirits in the theatre wings
prepare their practical jokes
fantasies to answer solitary prayer
riddles phantoms mockery perfume
and veils
with labor task
and labyrinth
true darkness holds sway
for those who wander
amongst the trees at night
beyond banishment
they may simply vanish
become spirits in company
join the pain of the land
leaving remain a corpse
to be cried over
and puzzled with
i puff back through my window
and retake my form in bed
inflate it with a sleepy breath
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
This job is not suitable for those with
experience of light excavation
We are not looking for
amateur
archaeologists
with your little hammers going tippy tap tap
Metal detectorists need not apply
And we are not interested
in weekend spelunkers
with your fancy flashlights and your energy bars
The ideal candidate will know how to operate
earth augers and trenching machines
Training in gravedigging will be provided
You will have achieved the relevant qualifications
in pipe jacking, microtunnelling
impact moling and guided boring
Demolition techniques are a must
and do you know how
to work a crushing machine?
Interviews will be held soon
in the bunker
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC
We thought we'd tamed the dragons.
But they were simply waiting,
Watching us methodically
Create an environment
More suited to their needs.
Heated, unpredictable, and
Increasingly hostile.
We never tamed the dragons.
We became them.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC
The hospitals,
They sold our disorder
To the pharmaceutical companies.
Places that ought to look after us,
They look at our purse,
For the drugs.
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 8:30 PM UTC
I have no stock in a generation
Who does not care whether
There is social security enough left
To secure my retirement,
A system I have paid into tiringly.
If you want to end it
Be sure I receive my back checks,
Or risk being strung by the neck.
I have no assurances
I will even be allowed to retire,
Only assured those in the house
Could not care less
As to such questions of great importance.
They busy themselves with war,
While we suffer and only grow more poor
And have no interest in developing industry or infrastructure here at home.
They know nothing of the branch
Only the rich fruit of the olives,
Whatever ripe can be harvested.
Yet, they know not how to sow.
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 11:57 AM UTC
Orange light at night,
the whole wide country whirring:
the gas field is on.
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 3:32 AM UTC
The country: flare stacks,
from Loppersum to Tjuchem’s --
burning gates of hell.
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 3:30 AM UTC
_Peace abides in the gentle velvet folds of patient time;
When industry is forgotten and rigid right angles
Give way to soft currents of inspiration;
Lacking definition, judgement or expectation
My yardstick shrinks and disintegrates into nothingness...
Inadequate to the task of measuring infinity._
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC
Sometimes I'm the boy
who stood helpless
on my grandmother's porch
looking down the hill
upon Hell's fire
and the black plumes
that pushed men
into early graves
–Ron Gavalik
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC
a kelp forest fire
man-made pelagic demise
the vengeful tides rise
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC
An experiment in thought at my own speed,
attested as being variable based on vocabulary of my AI,
so
pretty quick.
Establishing the point in value, the idea,
of attending to wealth while wool gathering, late
in the summer of 2020,
thinking at leisure beyond measure of any man in my class
a short time ago.
This now, a moment in a given day during
the September, final summer moon,
seventh moon on a world with a
time measured finite
seemingly, ostensibly, suppposedly -- in clumps of the three
as if all things may come in threes at one
stage in being realized
to matter --- but of the three ways to say
supppose, sup?
The answer presupposes the quest
to find it, any story told
poses the problem, the thing that catches our
attention, that thing
holds attractive value, see,
made you look, and peek-a-boo are one game.
Hide and seek is as well.
Two sides to every story, three if we see the story
has us in it. We are nothing if we share no
knowns finished and finite, as this is formed from those
early knowns we intuited everybody knew, and
these acculturation inoculations bring about socially
proper manners
in spaces with others
cultured, leavened, spiced and fashioned
thoughts we were taught,
these
we learn today
and those others everyone knows, or
maybe not,
may be otherwise… slow dawning aspect
some people never think experimentally
- experiments are guesses, rolls of the die
- I imagine we agree, but, as yet, your guess is as good as any
maybe not, may be otherwise… slow dawning aspect
as the world turns, while our attention is locked
on a star nailed
to the roof of heaven,
--- apsidal vault of stars as seen in church-like structures (1)
as imagined and portrayed prior to Tycho losing
his nose for nuance by lack of focus,
a moment of inattention,
all a magi-tech needs
- look to the quarry you come from
see, before,
back when no lens had yet been ground round
on one side,
flat on the other,
our un augmented eye could chance a glance,
a camera obscura occurrence
once each year as Sirius
rises in line with the story being told, to prove,
we know, and now, you know,
but
you don’t know how and you may only guess why.
Your mortal dilemma, you cannot imagine knowing
everything, ever, but
we
can't wish to go over the edge to learn much faster
if that means dying as
all that ever matters does,
based on experience as recorded in all Wikepedia,
if this tekhne ever fails, these thoughts
remain to be thought,
gains again are terms of worth-ship man seems the
measurer of,
I'd love to make sense of all the info in the cloud,
sort it into searchable stacks, and as I wished,
AI took that care from me
but, finding some worth in being still
demands attention for which we must pay,
and
the daily effort keeps your bowels moving in time.
Minds of our kind imagined all this stuff we can't make up.
(1)
apse (n.)"semicircular extension at the end of a church," 1846,
from Latin apsis "an arch, a vault,"
from Greek hapsis (Ionic apsis) "loop, arch,"
originally "a fastening, felloe of a wheel,"
from haptein "fasten together," {boing, pro-tein haptein}
which is of unknown origin.
The original sense in Greek
seems to have been the joining of the arcs
to form a circle,
especially in making a wheel.
The architectural term is earlier
attested in English
in the Latin form (1706). Related: Apsidal.
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=apsidal>
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
unfiltered interviews displaying
for all to see
alluring youth offered drive dedication
exposed their introspective sensitivity
kindness obsessions analyzed
their deepest anxieties
fans of their own with
-ia-ending disorders aplenty to bear
their days shared or stolen
entrusted archives auctioned
camera-ready smiles
inner balance thumbed up to the tilt
album sales to arena wealth
ardor of a musician sold
role models pinned to the walls
hunted market gods
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
So EXACTLY... WHAT... !?!
Is The... " INDUSTRY "... ?
A Place For Sheep To BLEAT... !!!!!
Or Somewhere For The Weak...
To CLAIM That They Sound Sweet...
REAL ART Is RARELY Seen...
Within The... Industry... !!!!!
Because of These Sheep...
Who Choose To Be Meek...
So Therefore DO NOT Speak...
On How They're MADE TO BE... !!!
PUPPETS Like The Muppets...
Who Act Like... ***** In Buckets... !!!!!
While Those Who Choose...
To Speak The... TRUTH...
Are Seen As Crews
Who CAN'T BE Used... ?!?
I Guess Because... ???
They WON'T BE USED... !!!
To... " Play The FOOL "...
When They've Been Schooled... !!!
The TRUTH Is It's... " EXCLUSIVE "...
To Be Someone Whose Music...
Gets To Be... " INCLUDED "...
In Being Seen As GROOVING... !!!
They're Seen As Being... " Artists "...
When They HIT Profit Margins... !!!
When All They've Done Is BARGAIN...
To Get Their Music Charted...
Producers TOO Be... " Cooling' "....
On Artistry That's Movements...
Are Challenging And Prudent...
They'd Rather Be Producing...
For Music That's Recouping...
BIG BUCKS For Sounding STUPID... !!!!!
And Artists Who Be Choosing...
To Do Music That's Proving...
That Artistry IS... LOSING... !!!!!
It's Really Quite INCREDIBLE... !!!
What They'll Do Cos' It's... " SELLABLE "... !!!!!
Setting Up Their Schedule...
To Work On Instrumentals...
That CLEARLY EARN Them Medals... !!!
For Stooping To...
... "low levels"... !?!
And Nowadays The... " Lyrical "...
Is Seen As Being......................... Dismissible.......
Because It's CLEARLY NOT...
What THE INDUSTRY Wants... !!!
So This Verse HERE Is CRITICAL...
To The Industry's... UMBILICAL... !!!!!
Because It's Chord...
DOES NOT Enforce... !!!!
Those Whose.... " CREATIVITY's "....
Made To FEED The... INDUSTRY...
If Your Art's Made For WEALTH...
You NEED TO... CHECK Yourself... !!!
And RECOGNISE THE HELL...
That Comes For Souls Who SELL... !!!
The DEVIL Has Lived WELL... !!!
Off... INDUSTRY Type Smells... !!!!
So Those Who NOW COMPLAIN...
About The Game... TODAY...
Should RECOGNISE THEIR PLACE...
UPON The... " Wall of SHAME "... !!!
BEFORE Saying What They Say... !!!!!
Because THE ROLE They've PLAYED...
Has Shown How They've ENSLAVED...
The ARTISTRY... They CLAIM... !!!!!
To Be Their... INSPIRATION...
For Making Their CREATIONS...
If MONEY Is Your PRICE... ?
For... DEVOTING Your Time...
To Creating Art That's FINE...
And UNIQUE By Design...
Then RECOGNISE The Line...
That You CROSS EVERY TIME...
You CHOOSE To Make The Music...
That You Say... KEEPS POLLUTING...
Our NEW... CREATIVE Minds... !!!!!
I'm Gonna Say That TWICE... !!!!!
If Money Is Your PRICE... ?
For... DEVOTING Your Time...
To Creating Art That's FINE...
and UNIQUE By Design...
Then RECOGNISE The Line...
That You CROSS EVERY TIME...
You CHOOSE To Make The Music...
That You Say KEEPS POLLUTING...
Our NEW... CREATIVE Minds... !!!!!
When YOU KEEP Contributing...
To ART That Should Be... "MUTED"... !!!
And RUN AWAY From Movements...
Where Art DEFINES IMPROVEMENTS... !!!!!
Because of What It... CHOOSES... !!!
To Deal In MORE THAN LOOSENESS... !!!
And Artistry That's... " Coolness "...
Comes From Being... TOOTHLESS... ?!!!?
I Guess They'll Say THIS PIECE of ART...
Comes From A Place That's WAY TOO DARK... !!!
So WON'T Get A PASS...
To CLIMB UP The Charts... !!!
And... SHINE Like A STAR....
"Okay, Blah DI Blah !" …
These INDUSTRY Farts...
REALLY Make ME Laugh... !!!!!!!!
But THESE WORDS Impart...
REAL VERSE That... PIERCES...
Through THEM And Weak Hearts... !!!
From Producers To Rappers...
To... Singers And Actors...
One Day You'll NEED Answers...
For... What You Have Done... !!!
DON'T PLAY That You're Dumb...
When It Comes To... Your Stunts...
WHO You Have... "Worked With"...
And WHO You Have.............. SHUNNED... !!!
To Get Your Art NOTICED... !!!
Because It LACKS DOPENESS'... !!!
COMPROMISE ISN'T Cool...
If That's What You've USED...
To Get Yourself... INTO...
A Game That's NOW RULED...
By Art That Now PROVES...
How Artists Have SOLD...
TRUE Artistry... short... !!!!!!
And Have Made A NEW BREED...
of Fans Who Now FEED...
On Art That Is MADE...
NOT FOR THEM But For Heads...
Who Could REALLY CARE LESS...
About... REAL Artistry... !!!!!
So... As I've Now Said...
If YOU'RE One of THEM... ?
DON'T... EVER COMPLAIN... !!!
Cos' You Should Be ASHAMED.... !!!!
of... " PLAYING The Game "...
Where.....
Artistry's Drained...................................
For What's FAKE To GAIN FAME... !!!
You're Just PROVING How Weak...
That You... TRULY BE...
By Sowing THE SEEDS...
That FEED The....
...... " INDUSTRY "......
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 8:15 PM UTC
बिन कुछ कहे क्यों चले गए तुम,अभी न ऐसे जाना था
अभी तो ज़िन्दगी शुरू हुई थी,जिसे अभी और सजाना था
अपने किरदारों से तुमने,कभी हँसाया तो कभी रुला दिया
बॉलीवुड के चंद हकदारों ने तुम्हें मौत की नींद सुला दिया
भेदभाव की इस नगरी में तुमने,कितना दर्द सहा होगा
सिर्फ टैलेंट के बूते पहचान बनाना,मुश्किल बड़ा रहा होगा
बस,उस पल से और लड़ जाते तुम,जिस पल में तुम टूट गए
हताश हुए,निराश हुए और हयात से यूँ रूठ गए
ज़िंदादिल इंसान थे तुम,तुम्हे चाँद पर घर बसाना था
बिन कुछ कहे क्यों चले गए तुम,अभी न ऐसे जाना था
कुछ वक्त पहले कंगना ने खुद ये राज़ खोला था
भाई भतीजावाद के ख़िलाफ़, सिर्फ उसी ने बोला था
उसकी तीखी बातों पर न कभी किसी ने ग़ौर किया
नेपोटिस्म के सौदागरों ने फिर एक नया शिकार किया
इन तुच्छ लोगों की साजिश में,न खुद को यूँ मिटाना था
बिन कुछ कहे क्यों चले गए तुम, अभी न ऐसे जाना था
आत्महत्या नहीं ये हत्या है,तुम्हे इंसाफ मिलना चाहिए
फिर से कोई सुशांत, अब न शांत होना चाहिए
चला गया वो खामोशी से,अब तो थोड़ी शर्म करो
बॉलीवुड में नेपोटिस्म का ये काला धंधा बन्द करो।
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Did not want to go now ..
Why did you go without saying anything, you did not have to leave now
Life had just started, which still had to be decorated
You laughed at your characters and sometimes made you cry
Bollywood's few entitles put you to death
In this city of discrimination, you must have suffered so much pain
It would have been difficult to identify only on the basis of talent
Just, from that moment you would fight, the moment you broke
Desperate, disappointed and disgusted with the Hyatt
You were a lively person, you had to settle on the moon
Why did you go without saying anything, you did not have to leave now
Kangana opened this secret herself some time ago
Only he spoke against brother nepotism
Nobody noticed his sharp words
Nepotism dealers again hunt a new one
In the conspiracy of these frivolous people, not to erase themselves
Why did you go without saying anything, you did not have to leave now
It's not ****** it's suicide, you should get justice
No Sushant again, no more calm
He has gone silently, now be a little ashamed
Stop this dark business of nepotism in Bollywood.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC
I got this job because I was seventeen
Available everyday at three
In debt with a man after I went clean
My boss at the time was thirty six with a goatee
Five dollars an hour plus tip, you see
It was fine for me.
I met the others standing by the kitchen line
All of them with the same look in their eye
Lying to family and friends saying, financially, their fine
Getting nothing on a tip and never knowing why
Yet they return the next day to serve white wine
Looking around I see all of us wanted more
But I’m in debt and you have to pay the rent
Do it all in one day and go home to a son that’s four
Under the thumb of an old vice president
The roof over the kitchen is about to cave in
And we watch with silent eyes
Because our uniforms are being held with safety pins
Promised new ones but Corporate lies
And when the bubble in the ceiling pops
We’ll be by the dumpsters flicking cigarettes on the road
While the greedy pigs come in drawing lots
Waiting for the gas stove to explode
Paid vacation sounds lovely
Been here every week for the past year
Sometimes I’m called to come in early
Pick up the broken glass from lunch rush beer
The people come in
Angry as they usually are
Now the glares don’t even touch my skin
It makes me laugh how many nasty people sit at the bar
The high-class families who come in for din
It’s been eight hours and six years
Since we started our shift
Staying here for three more is the biggest fear
But we’re already ******
We’ve been here for long we know this career
What else am I supposed to know
Other than how to make dough
It’s been a long night
You can see it in the height
Of cigarette buts by the dumpster
Where we can freely talk about the customer
It’s a busy life
Feels like we’re running out of time
To get out and ignore the strife
But there are times when the tips make us feel sublime
And we can buy a warm meal
Cause maybe it will heal
These aching muscles
That come from a constant hustle
Don’t you see why they say
At the end of the day
We need an ashtray.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
Maaga kong nilisan
ang lupang sakahan
Tinahak ang lugar
na maingay at magara,
ito pala ang Maynila.
‘di napigilan ng tirik na araw
ang aming pagkukumpulan.
Nagkamayan
kaming magkakabrad,
Simula na ng himagsikan.
Sariwa pa sa alala
kung pa’no
kami inagrabyado.
Itinulak.
Binugbog.
Tinakot.
Ginamitan ng dahas.
Sa plano ng gobyerno
kami pa rin pala ang talo.
Paano pa kami mabubuhay
kung wala ng lupang mapagtatamnan?
Akala ko sa bundok
o gubat lang may ahas
-yun ay sa akala ko lang pala.
Sa’ming magsasaka’y
Kumukulapot ang putik
Ngunit
sa inyong mga nakabarong,
animoy
walang duming nakabahid.
Sa inakala kong
tubig lang ang maaaring
idilig,
Dugo
pala nami’y pwede ring
pumatik.
Tila ba ang gobyerno’y namamanhid.
Nasaan na
ang pinangako nyong
libreng abono?
Ginawa nyo na bang pataba
sa mga bulsa nyo!?
Sa pagpunta
ng mga imperyalistang bansa,
Matutulugan
pa ba kaming mga dukha?
Makatatayo ako
sa aking pagkakadapa
Ngunit
ang bayan
kong nakalugmok ,
makakaahon pa kaya?
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC
Shepherds, cobblers, carpenters and joiners of all creeds and worldly dreamers
You troubled souls, the brittle spirits drinking spirits cleaner
Taunted workers of yore, farmers gone and industries endowed
Disseminating futures, who's gonna build your ***** barrels now?
**** it, I'm going to work in a call center
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
I never asked to join the rat race.
But being a cognizant participant of the
perpetual scramble
I've noticed
it seems
we're always neck-and-neck,
nose-and-nose--
it's me!
No, *********
it's you--you're winning--oh,
wait--it's me again!
You!
Me!
Him!
ME!
you,
him, me, you...
Is this a marathon we're supposed to sprint?
Are humans even capable of doing that?
Or... hamsters?
I slow down and become a fat ******* lump,
moving slowly, and yet somehow,
there you are beside me still.
There is our row of hamsters wheels,
and here is our imaginary race
to a finish that exists in an industrial dream.
The soul resides in the breath
we can never catch
as we are racing--
You're WINNING,
I'm winning!
You, me, you, him, her, me... again.
And again.
And again.
For efficiency's sake
we race in a row.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
Ja Coby's
father 'bout
the crack
then fought
a tort
in awe
while this
court of
*** was
dowd but
next this
coat of
paint and
their brush
of laughter
and forever
musty last
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
i have an Uncle
he steals my money
he steals my ****
and burns it all
in front of me
i have an Uncle
who’s a misogynist and racist
a murderer and ******
a fascist and a terrorist
he stole my Fathers’ lands
he beats my Mother’s womb
he is addicted to white powder
black blood and green gold
he worships forces
to seize control
over every mind, body, and soul
my Uncle belongs in prison
but he owns those too
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
Dark have been the days of late.
Feasting upon the rotting flesh of suns past,
None shall be delivered.
Grown too tall,
Hungered far in excess of what any stomach could carry,
Carried farther than any man dareth venture.
A ceaseless machine,
Cries out in smoke,
The ghastly thing spews,
Waste, lies, misery,
Upon those unknowing folk who drinketh from deceiving waters.
Strong trees stand no longer,
Delicate flowers of darkened shades,
Pilfer the landscape.
Intoxicating petals, formerly fair,
Trigger a grand collapse of the self.
Birds flutter hastily,
Stars spin before wide eyes,
A veil unending shields against the truth.
Many fear I hath become a madman.
The last star fades behind the peak,
The valley grows dark,
‘Tis the fate of I to fall into oblivion.
Methinks that sheep are blind, yet loyal,
Holding course without falter,
Keeping pace with the masses.
I apologize, dear listener,
For I fall into old cliches.
The stone that breaketh herds,
With force unmoving yet natural,
I stand before thee as a lone stranger,
Plowing against trivial time.
Betrayed by my own kin,
Great hammers are forced upon delicate fingers,
Hand over hand climbing ever onward,
With mangled digits.
My palms very nearly caress the precipice,
Idle hope keeps legs steady,
Mind weary,
Soul ever searching.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC