I keep thinking about what
is happening to us
are we going to die
are we going to arrive
if we arrive what will happen
this is what we are worried about
we were always afraid
there was always war
where we lived
and once three shells fell
on our neighbourhood
but luckily nothing happened
we didn’t know about these things
now that it’s happened
what war is now we know
men were taken
against their will
they would have made my brothers
go with them by force
who would work
if my brothers had to go with them
we would be left
we were living well with each other
but now it’s all destroyed
each one of us is in a different place
in the boat they told us
you have to throw away your bags
you cannot take anything
I wasn’t seeing anything
I was sitting in the middle
the guys would say
a wave is coming
(From a video about 13-year-old Mustapha arriving in Greece as a Syrian refugee. Submitted by Laura McKee)
Now, there’s several different ways of making evergreens.
See? Just back and forth.
Back and forth, back and forth.
And you can just keep going on and on and on and on,
make as many branches on this tree as you want.
(Everybody knows, there’s five hundred branches on a evergreen tree,
So don’t put too many in there,
don’t overkill. . . .)
Back and forth, back and forth.
Leave some limbs out there;
you need places for the little birds to sit.
Little birds gotta have a place to put their foots.
From Bob Ross: Painting An Evergreen Tree. Submitted by Daniel Galef
This is how Americans live today
drinking coffee made from snow
and living in tents and
buying guns to kill each other
some people complain about the guns
These trees are full of snow
You’ll see there are no birds
they’ve been eaten by the people
who live in these tents and corridors
this man awaits heroin
their houses blow down very easily
and they have to live in tents like these
Again, there are no birds in the trees
apart from these
which will be eaten on Tuesday
they are yummy
You can also eat the snow
of which there is plenty
These people lie huddled together
with their dead friends in blue body bags
drinking coffee-cups full of local snow
They are very good friends
They are together in adversity
In other parts of America
often disguised as foreign countries in Europe
people live the same terrible life
This man, a former Republican candidate for Oregon
is now having to get coffee made of snow
from these trucks
Many Americans have to live like this daily
and are entitled to one cup most days
The weather is freezing
but the hot snow tastes nice
They enjoy it immensely
Meanwhile in the major offices
factories and railway stations
people sit around
under expensive adverts for Dell computers
drinking snow from plastic cups
People pass by, not caring
for they are all in the same situation
These telephones no longer work
There is no one to call
This is how they live in modern day America
Huddled together – the poor, the cold, the lonely
and the homosexual
Mean time these people queued up for handouts
from the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea
and were each given a cake
Taken from a North Korean propaganda film. Submitted by Grace Andreacchi.
Now I can start by
pulling the heart
And cutting through the inferior vena cava
Which is bringing the blood back
From the regions of the body
Inferior to the diaphram
Again I’ll take the scissors
And cut through the aorta
and the pulmonary trunk
So those major outflow vessels
have now been cut
The last large vessel
That I need to cut through
Is the superior vena cava
Returning blood from
the upper limbs
and the head
back to the right atrium
So, again, I will cut through that
And the heart will be free.
Taken from a human anatomy dissection video, uploaded to youtube on 25 September 2010. Submitted by Isart.
well, these freaky things happen.
Poets have had more
ridiculous deaths than that.
We urge you not to blame anyone.
We are sure Mr. O’Hara was
humongously drunk on that evening.
But it was definitely a big loss.
From a comment by user revistamododeusar on the YouTube video of Frank O’Hara reading one of his poems. Submitted by Rishi Dastidar.
The remaining robot continues to walk
but eventually also gives up.
He falls to his knees and tries
to reach the buttons
on his own back,
but to no avail.
Instead, he removes his helmet
and reveals a printed circuit board face.
He repeatedly slams the helmet onto the ground
until it is shattered.
Using one of the shards
as a burning-glass,
he focuses the sunlight
to set his hand ablaze.
The film ends
showing the robot,
completely on fire,
walking in slow motion
Part of Daft Punk’s 2006 Electroma DVD summary, discovered here. Submitted by Jason Davies.
An old man
Filled with regret
Waiting to die alone.
A repeated refrain from Inception, directed by Christopher Nolan, 2010. Submitted by Marika Rose.
We forget that there are
masses of people
that live without silence
and they need
a little bit of space
and a little bit of time
Taken from a film made by We Love Libraries in January 2011, in response to planned library closures. The line arrangements aim to reflect the rhythm of speech. Submitted by Marika Rose.
Where to begin? Top left corner.
Hidden somewhere in this noisy,
chaotic morass of society
is our fellow traveller, Waldo,
a man unstuck from place and time.
He travels the world on foot, his
only lifeline to his friends and
family a litany of dreary
picture postcards sent from arbitrary
locations the world over. His
postcards do nothing to convey
the humanity, the madness
of Waldo’s adventures. For that,
we must go find him. Waldo leaves
trinkets scattered behind him, shedding
a wake of objects as he goes.
What story do these leavings tell?
They are a series of transmissions
from the past, sent in a code we
cannot decipher. Is that a
scroll, or merely a rolled up towel?
After trying so hard to find
the scroll, are we sure we can handle
the real answer?
Occasionally, Waldo is all
but impossible to ferret
out; sometimes it seems like he’s barely
trying. At the ski slopes, I find
him almost immediately. At the
sea, I hunt until I am mad,
yet Waldo does not reveal himself
to me. Oh, there he is. Hello,
my little friend. Wait a moment.
Who is that man with the beard? I
have seen him before. Is he pursuing
Waldo from place to place, country to
country? Someone must warn our hero.
What is everyone so preoccupied
with at the airport that they miss
the man of the hour right before
them? Perhaps they are experiencing
a collective nightmare of
impending disaster. Who is
Waldo’s pursuer meeting with
at the museum? If only
I could warn Waldo of this conspiracy.
His naϊveté will be his
undoing, as it will be for
each of us in turn.
Why all this travel? We search for
Waldo; but what is Waldo searching
for? Perhaps he is not searching
at all, but running from something.
Does this man even want to be
found? Or, in searching for Waldo,
did we really find ourselves? No,
From Warner Herzog Reads Where’s Waldo, 22 April 2010. Submitted by Marika Rose.
It is a restless moment
She has kept her head lowered,
To give him a chance to come close.
But he could not, for lack of courage,
She turns and walks away.
He remembers those vanished years.
As though looking through a dusty windowpane,
The past is something he could see, but not touch.
And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
The subtitle translations of the text at the beginning and end of the Hong Kong film In the Mood for Love, directed by Kar Wai Wong, 2000. Submitted by Marika Rose.