Orange man, orange man — where have you gone?Not to the scoreboard or the stage, but to the slow rooms of the night,where applause cools into dust and banners are folded like small graves. Orange man, orange man — what did you leave?A house full of echoes: canned laughter, a ledger of promises, a suit … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.7 (a political narrative😉😉)
The Adaptable Educator’s Book Review – The Lords and The New Creatures by Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison’s The Lords and The New Creatures arrives at the reader like a recorded improvisation—uneven, urgent, and saturated with moments of startling clarity. Originally assembled from two short volumes first issued in the late 1960s, the text functions less as a conventional poetic sequence than as a series of charged tableaux: flashes of eroticism, … Continue reading The Adaptable Educator’s Book Review – The Lords and The New Creatures by Jim Morrison
Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.6 (a political narrative😉😉)
Orange man, orange man — where do you go?To podiums that smell of new paint and glow. Orange man, orange man — what do you do?I wrap debt in ribbon, sign it, and call it truth. Orange man, orange man — why do we live?To clap at the echo that keeps the poor on the … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.6 (a political narrative😉😉)
Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.5 (a more political narrative😉😉)
Orange man, orange man — where do you go?To the podium downtown, where spotlights lay him low. Orange man, orange man — what do you do?I stack my name in steel and glass, sell certainty like glue. Orange man, orange man — why do we live?To fill the seats, to hold the roar — to … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.5 (a more political narrative😉😉)
Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.4
Orange man, orange man — where do you go?I go with my girl, to dinner and a show. Orange man, orange man — what work do you do?I am a cobbler by trade: I mend every shoe. Orange man, orange man — why do we live?To share what we have — love and laughter to … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.4
Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.3
Orange man, orange man — where do you go?I slip into the evening like a warmed coin, to dinner, to the picture house where reels are slow. Orange man, orange man — what do you do?I stitch small salvations at my bench: a tongue of leather, a stubborn nail, the map of a sole. Orange … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.3
Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.2
Orange man — where do you go at dusk?To the chip shop, to the cinema with my woman. Orange man — what do you mend?Leather at the bench: heel, stitch, the hollow. Orange man — why do we stay alive?To pass the good things on: bread, a half-smile, a repaired sole. Orange man — how … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – “Orange Man”, v.2
Revisionist Poetry – Life of a Smoke, v.4
I am smoke. Born at the ember’s edge — pyrolysis of leaf and fibre —a thin life of rising carbon and heat.I press against warm darkness, a pocket of soot and vapour,a particulate world cradled in solid matter. Light finds me. Lips close like twin petals; a clap, a seal.A spark cracks — combustion — … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – Life of a Smoke, v.4
Revisionist Poetry – Life of a Smoke, v.3
I was born in a pocket of night — a small, safe darkthat felt like forever. Movement told me I existed:warm, resistant matter folded close on every side. Then a sudden white light found me. Fingers, large and soft,closed too firmly; I slid between two warm plains that shut like petals. A spark cracked the … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – Life of a Smoke, v.3
Revisionist Poetry – Life of a Smoke, v.2
I lie in the dark that feels like forever.I know I am because movement answers me,solid matter pressing all around. Sudden light. Hands take me—a hard, soft squeeze. I slipbetween two warm surfaces that close. A sharp crack, a white flash; it comes close,then touches. Air rips through me.I burn. Energy becomes pain when the … Continue reading Revisionist Poetry – Life of a Smoke, v.2
The New Renaissance Mindset 