Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Tasmanian Europa Poets' Gazette No 97

My View with Michael Garrad


We all play up and play The Game. Society sets the rules. But who is Society? What is Society?

We are constantly under pressure to conform. How we behave in public - even how we behave in private!

As we grow up, we are taught the rules -through school, to early adulthood, to being a responsible family person, to minding what we say and how we act, to body language! There is not an aspect of our lives that is not governed by what is considered as “acceptable”.

If we try very hard not to conform, we are labelled a rebel, odd, different, outlandish! It is most important that “we do all the right things”.

Who dictates what is right and what is not? Who determines we must be this or that? Societal pressure - that’s what!

Oh, but we have freedom to think! We live in a democracy! How wonderful is that! Democracy is just another way of controlling us because we are so grateful for that, we accept the constraints that go with it. Freedom with conditions!

We never are who we truly are. From birth to death, from Labor, Liberal, Green to “don’t know”, from the most intimate moments in our lives, to our sexuality, to the workplace, to leisure space, to financial space - to head space!

Yes, please, I’d like some head space right now!


Showers

May I sit upon your bed
and nurture you now you’re dead?
Post-mortem, still, I can be near,
Dare I, in anger, with a tear
dress your brow in cool delight
and wonder, ponder, how it might
have been, those early hours,
’midst early morning showers
as you slipped violently away?
Naught a word that I could say,
Regret sits heavy in my head,
Your body’s here but you are dead.

© Michael Garrad March 2012

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