Turner, Venice Church of Santa Monica Della Salute, 1844.
Turner Collection, Tate Britain, London
Against the Odds
And darkness descended upon the earth, and the people became very afraid. The world at large has now a tiny taste of Palestine, Ukraine, Syria, Lebanon, Sudan, several other African nations, Hong Kong, Taiwan, South Korea and many South American territories.
A draft of fear spreads across the world. We now have at least three so-called democratic voting entities led and controlled by convicted felons, with fascist controls and genocidal practices.
It is indeed a time of darkness. The fundamental driver of the human species, hope, has been quashed. This demented trio draw other vicious creatures towards the flame of power in the hope of diverting it to their own demonic ends.
Enough, enough. Every sane and powerless individual has to, has to resist this new reality and defend their personal being against this epidemic disease.
We know that the survival of the planet as a habitable entity hangs in the balance. We know that the human species has overrun and destroyed the ecosystem. We know that a powerful small minority of men are driving this by their personal acquisitive drive. And we may well be too late.
Nonetheless, we owe it to ourselves to try to counteract and rebalance. We need to become Davids against Goliaths if for no other reason than to die trying.
And I have no idea how !!!
Glimmers 1
Glimmers are invisible in the light.
Catching them needs a shift, to sitting in the dark,
taking licence to wait, not knowing, allowing
the inner eye to accustom. Wait,
still the anxious heart. Soon flickers will appear.
They have the power to become the antidote.
Stay with them, allow them entry, caress them,
permit them to expand to create new light
out of that blackness. Therein rests possibility.
Glimmers are there to be found. Gaze on them,
find their names, seek them out, gather them into coalition.
Peter Clarke
6th November 2024
Glimmers 2
A slim margin, a narrow swing,
that is all it has taken.
That made the dark, the thing
which has the world so shaken.
Glimmers, seek them in the low,
gather as many as you can,
bundle into feisty lumps, sew
a cord that can strap a man.
There is a little time to build redress,
and time again to make a fortress
from which, with a rhythmic push
undo Goliath with a focused crush.
Believe that after darkness comes the light.
Do not sink; do survive to spite.
Peter Clarke
7th November 2024