Archive for January, 2021

Sunday 31st January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 31, 2021 by bishshat

I’m doing a free online course looking at the abstract expressionists especially the New York School in the 50s. This includes The Beat Poets but mostly its the artists. Barnet Newman, Rothko, De Koning. I’m not very impressed with their paintings I struggle to get it? But I wrote this poem in response to Howl, also known as “Howl for Carl Solomon”, a poem written by Allen Ginsberg in 1954–1955 and published in his 1956.

Lwoh

Today when I consider the today we all look forward to by sleeping
It could well bring an unexpected a hammer blow
A machete attack
Which for some reason, appears to be the weapon of choice at the moment
A bomb at an airport check in
A murderous shower of lead while dancing to a band
A bomb on a bus or a train
A knife wielding manic at the underground station
A pirate attack while crossing the channel
A rapid fall from the sky by a missile attack from a friendly power
Another lead fight while sunbathing on water kissed beach
It could also be the sight of all of the above without being present
I witness heads roll
I witness stomachs pouring out their contents to the pavement
I witness baby buggies standing unattended near red stained concrete
I witness scream captures
I witness shoes separated from their owners with feet still attached
I witness lists of faces of young and old
I witness reports from loved ones crying in confusion and pain
I witness smoke always smoke black and choking
It leaves me in shock
I can no longer consider my today without thinking what I will witness next
I for one have not been disconnected from the horror or the terror
I want to respond to the twitter feeds and the crap chat
But what the fuck can you say?
Terror is not breaking my body or my head but it has broken my heart
I no longer want to venture to distant lands
Not that I am terrified but the dream just does not feel like I remember it
Like my dad said long ago when I asked him to travel with me to France.
He replied “I went once they didn’t like me”.

Lwoh. John Bish 8th August 2016

A thought on Howl by Allan Ginsburg

Saturday 30th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 31, 2021 by bishshat

Rain

The Beatles

If the rain comes they run and hide their heads
They might as well be dead
If the rain comes, if the rain comes
When the sun shines they slip into the shade
When the sun shines down
And sip their lemonade
When the sun shines down
When the sun shines, when the sun shines
Rain, I don’t mind
Shine, the weather’s fine
I can show you that when it starts to rain
When the rain comes down
Everything’s the same
When the rain comes down
I can show you, I can show you
Rain, I don’t mind
Shine, the weather’s fine
Can you hear me, that when it rains and shines
When it rains and shines
It’s just a state of mind?
When it rains and shines
Can you hear me, can you hear me?
Sdaeh rieht edih dna nur yeht semoc niar eht fI
rain
rain

Thursday 28th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 29, 2021 by bishshat

Wednesday 27th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 29, 2021 by bishshat

Will you raise me up?
Will you help me down?
Will you help get me right out of this Godforsaken town?
Will you make it all a little less cold?
Will you hold me sacred,
Will you hold me tight.
Will you colorize my life,
I’m so sick of black and white!
Can you make it all a little less old.
Will you make me some magic with your own two hands?
Can you build an Emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?
Will you cater to every fantasy I’ve got?
Will ya hose me down with holy water – If I get too hot?
Will you take me to places I’ll never know?
After a while you’ll forget everything,
Just a brief interlude, and a mid-summer night’s fling,
Then you’ll see that it’s time to move on.
I know the territory – I’ve been around,
It’ll all turn to dust and we’ll all fall down,
Sooner or later you’ll be screwing around.

Like A Nuclear Winter

How can I make my voice heard?
How can the mass of words written
On things I feel important
Be made to account for anything?
They lay unread in books that linger
Books in a dark draw
I want them to mean something
I want them to carry the weight of my life
So I can leave the world knowing I have been
I’ve written for peace always
I’ve written against lies and corruption always
I’ve always tried to make a real
And honest statement about my feelings
Will they lie forever in a shroud?
This third lockdown brings to me
A nuclear winter
A siege mentality
Hunker down
Get your supplies
Slam the door
Fend off the devil
I’m in my bunker and I’m trying hard
To make my life real for me
But shit its hard
I continue to collapse inside myself
I share my thoughts alone with me
When I really want to shout them out

January 26th 2021 John Bish

Sunday 24th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 24, 2021 by bishshat

Saturday 23rd January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 23, 2021 by bishshat

I tend to have the tendency to annoy people by just being me all the time.

Friday 22nd January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 23, 2021 by bishshat

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!

Jack Kerouac

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Thursday 21st January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 21, 2021 by bishshat

Saturday 16th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 16, 2021 by bishshat

Wednesday 13th January 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 14, 2021 by bishshat

Jonathan

BJH

Circles in the sky
White as paper fly
Sound of seagulls crying fills the air
High above the lonely one is there
Jonathan he cares
To feel better

Like the passing wind
Swooping down again
Waitin’ for the sun to turn to night
Find him miles away in endless flight
Longing to be free
Telling you and me

Give me wings to fly
Tell me why, tell me why
The answer must be heard
And from a lonely bird
He’s giving us a reason to believe

See the painted silver sunlight on his wing
As he sails upon the wind and slowly skyward
Flying as to music you can hear him sing
Like the windsong on the breeze he seems to sigh

Give me wings to fly
Tell me why, tell me why
The answer must be heard
And from a lonely bird
He’s showing us the way we can be free