Beyond Bronze

My blog has had too little poetry recently. Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago which expresses anxiety about the future and nostalgia for the past, which quite falsely seems more comprehensible and therefore had been more manageable to live through.

Even the cat avoids me when I growl my human growl.
Not that I'd hurt her, but she knows that by leaving me 
alone to my cave, I'll find my better self the sooner.
So it is with the codification of living -
we foreseee, animals too, the old patterns recurring.
 
A boy will fight back tears after being teased 
and dog stop worrying the cook 
because he's sure his moment will come.
Being patient isn't easy for pets and children -
we smile at how they manage their behaviour so well.

Our exploits reach further, may fracture or free us. 
Heat was essential in order to perform the reduction,
charcoal glowed for days as the ore was smelted, 
gases drifted up and away, or so we thought then.

Now, thanks to silicon, we've got 'Hamlet' in binary code, and post-apocalypse it could turn up on a machine 
or be picked up in space. What will those poor souls 
                                              make of it?
I suppose that's the point about language games -
they're moulded by use, burnished by particular worlds.
Worlds which are destined to vanish. Worlds we take for 
                                                 granted.                   

Published by davidcookpoet

I am a husband, father and grandfather. I retired from a busy working life as an adult psychiatrist in 2014. My interests are in literature, philosophy, modern jazz and horse racing. I might represent those four fields by Shakespeare, Kant, Charlie Parker and Lester Piggott. Like nearly all of us, I can identify a number of formative experiences, one of which was a psychotic episode in my first year as a psychiatrist. This reinforced an already established interest in mystical experience, and a sense of how little human beings know. My intellectual bugbear is reductive materialism, and I am surprised at the lack of moral imagination of those who promulgate such views. It seems to me they need to consider ,perhaps by exposure, just why totalitarianism is so horrific.

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