The last word on existence

-


I am just the voice
My body left earlier
Over time I discarded the parts
They were starting to malfunction anyway

My mind was overloading
So I shut that down too
Sometimes I would try to find the pathways to use it again
But it evaded all attempts to be found

Then I was
As I am now
Just the voice
Sound waves in the ethos

With the lack of the mind
What cannot be processed
Can never be wrong

I am spoken but not remembered
Living only ever in the moment
Shouted  at times
Caught silent in the wind
in those moments between

I do get noticed
Then people turn my way
And look right through me
Noticed no more

I am the words
They thought they heard
But when they look
Even of that
they are no longer sure

It makes them wonder if there was anyone there in the first place
Putting down the voice to just a figment of their imagination
And that moment when everyone stops listening

I am the voice
No more.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Sound / Voom - Neck of the Woods : A backstory.

-
Image
--> For the right reasons. The Sound / Voom: Neck of the Woods. A back story. In the 80’s, The Sound was played at every party I went to. Friends’ bands covered the songs, felt them. The lyrics echoed our own struggles. Unbeknown to us, they were coming from much heavier personnel struggles the singer on the other side of the world was going through. We felt the power of his politics in ‘Missiles’, from the first Album Jeopardy. Post-cold-war-punked-up-England echoed our thoughts of growing stockpiles of nuclear weapons in a world going to hell. Down here we did our bit, waving antinuclear flags and protesting ships in our harbour. The Sound played music of an era, some songs lifted us up, and others stated how things were. “I can’t escape myself,” another hit from the album Jeopardy, spoke to me, as a teenager growing up and breaking out of a depressed South Auckland, of not being listened to - it fed on my teenage angst. The song builds up and sh...
Read more

Wellington On A Plate / 30 upstairs Gallery Event

-
Image
In 2016 I was invited down to cook for 'Wellington On A Plate.'  Wellingtons yearly food festival. Short works of my fiction added to the event. I created banquets for the  second week of the festival  in 30 Upstairs Art Gallery  Courtney Place Wellington, Lamb smoker hanging out the window, hotplate on a shelf, all without a kitchen.    A Cook A Gallery A Painting A Feast The Event ran over a week with diners enjoying banquet meals  each night presented as 'Art Cuisine' in their own right.  I was asked to base it all on Abby Meakin's still life painting  which hung in the Gallery behind the Diners. The Middle Course was served on long banquet boards,  each person received a scroll of my short fiction and poetry  to indulge in and converse over. This Dessert the finale of the night was Audible. Wasabi and Coconut Panne Cotta  Ginger Soil / Lemongrass Jelly Yuzu...
Read more

Circular Breathing

-
Image
A hippy, a skeptic and a tie-dyed mung bean walked into a circular breathing session. I will finish the joke at the end but to put things in perspective I was the skeptic. The course I had embarked on offered to alleviate stress, give a smile to a person suffering from depression, and calm anxiety bringing a sense of total well being to the inner-self. Well, my inner-self was suffering from bouts of depression, extremely anxious, and generally feeling like I had been rolled through the wringer of an old barrel washing machine.                   So I rolled myself up at 6pm on a Sunday night following a line of dreadlocked saffron orange and shades of green smocked souls into the Titirangi centre for body soul and mind. I knew something was amiss when I took off my not very vegan leather Doc’s, placing them next too, woven knitted sock-shoes, hemp sandals and woollen beige fake fur hug boots. ...
Read more