Poetry (September 2009–January 2010)
SASHA VALERI MILLWOOD
Preface (22/12/2009)
As with all creative forms of art,
In poetry, that lifelong strife betwixt
The id and ego, vying for their part,
Unleashed and into every meaning mixed
Habitually hidden otherwise
From public scrutiny so sensitive,
By dictates of decorum oft unwise
With which you British people always live
But true art never is superfluous
And though my work thereto cannot profess,
To emulation weak and very viscous
Impure and by such standards worth much less
I can but vainly strive: herein essence
Deliberations of subconscious provenance
Ode against anarchy
(10–24/09/2009)
What purpose is there to authority
When those beneath do not reserve contempt
Do not adhere, no consequences dread
With anarchy indeed they are content
What purpose is there to integrity
When by all else the goal is undermined
With selfish conduct unremorsefully
Usurping greater goods that all else bind
What purpose is there to solemnity
When all around is mockery and mess
Attention quite diverted from the task
Result: no progress made, just hopelessness
What purpose is there to maturity
When all around disreputable acts
Drag down upstanding traits to just the same
And with pretence obscure deservèd facts
And just what purpose is there to
my life
When daily am I to this farce condemned
Which by temerity itself sustains
Destructive spirals of decline that cannot mend
Ode against noise (12/10/2009)
What dreadful scream anon assails
my ears
A voice conceited, quite unfit to sing
Deficient not in volume but in tone
To mute its onslaught there is not one thing
(Except substantial distance from its source
By fastest means of movement possible)
That can be undertaken — thus prevails
This torture intermittent yet quite full
What dreadful siren now assails my ears
Alarms for fires, thieves, emergencies
Unfailing in disturbing my repose
To fight these onslaughts that my patience squeeze
Asserteth I that I just do not care
They are inconsequential normally
Exacerbating temp’raments of those
Already frayed and quite disorderly
Ode against incompetence (14,22–23,29/10/2009)
What parasitic and inhuman fiend
Such vile and twisted carrion indeed
Doth dare to desecrate upon the dream
And thus to ineffectual ruin lead
Effectively evading punishment
By means of open shameless paltry deeds
Incompetence complete that overbears
Destroys all that which careful effort needs
Diverts all burdened blame beyond
its bounds
To those that are thereto least culpable
Least capable to demonstrate the truth
And thus in this regard quite vuln’rable
Exploited and downtrodden are all those
Who brave assaults on that for which they stand
Rewards are naught but failure and disgrace
To this predicament forever damned
Ode against impersonation (30/10/2009;15/11/2009)
The act of passing off as someone else
Who in their turn thereby is misconstrued
Exposed to unfair slander and accused
Unfairly through such deeds unjust and rude
Is most deplorable yet goes
unstopped
For whilst the victim’s dignity is razed
The mean manipulant may wear the mask
Of anonymity amongst the crowd unfazed
In full control of two identities
The shrewd imposter to his profit can
Offload all dubious dealings and affairs
To that which truly represents no man
But lesser intellect is capable
Of wreaking damage, be it just distress
Which draining any hope and confidence
Incites that further dread of unreached depths of mess
To careless comments crass
construing that
Which consequences costly could contain
Divulgence deprecating decency
Do duly rational concerns pertain
No doubt is there that openness
and truth
Much value to robust procedure hold
But dealing by deception and disguise
By such duplicity, to no good end makes bold
Ode against photography
(26,30/11/2009;03,07,22/12/2009;25/01/2010)
The continuity of human life
Regardless of simplicity or size
Cannot be captured through a single sense
Which though incapable it dares surmise
For always is it quite conceivable
That situations of extremes arise
Whereby that mechanism utterly
Redundant rendered in its human guise
And even when eschewing such
extremes
Inevitably is there subtlety
Significant and consequential, Such
That narrow views that narrow eyes would see
Are insufficient for to comprehend
The true and honest workings underneath —
Misunderstandings thus arise therefrom
Accusing honest man, acquitting thief
For when a frozen frame from
action freed
To tell fallacious tale tarnished, Though
Devoid of all contextual credence, Is
Sufficient to seduce suspicions low
That formerly against such falsehood fought —
Incidents fortuitous inferred
As indications sinister of that
Alleged association quite absurd
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