remember remember/ the fifth of november/ the day where guys in fedoras and masks/ think they understand anarchy/ because they’ve watched a movie
by Arseny Tarkovsky
I don’t believe in omens or fear
Forebodings. I flee from neither slander
Nor from poison. Death does not exist.
Everyone’s immortal. Everything is too.
No point in fearing death at seventeen,
Or seventy. There’s only here and now, and light;
Neither death, nor darkness, exists.
We’re all already on the seashore;
I’m one of those who’ll be hauling in the nets
When a shoal of immortality swims by.
(full poem here)
things to be happy about: tomorrow — finally engaging in some mental stimulation after a hectic and demoralizing week by catching up with the Singapore Writer’s Festival, firstly by watching Dancer in the Dark (yes, subjecting myself to immense emotional torment yet again just to attend a post-screening talk with Sjón who has worked/shared breathing space with/touched Björk), and then the chance to pick at the brains of some of my favourite poets & playwrights plus a discussion with Stephen Hawking’s daughter (!!!!), perhaps stealing peeks at the biennale, kouign aman for breakfast for life, a Monday off, and as always, waking up/falling asleep to your face
by Carol Ann Duffy
You like safe sounds:
the dogs lapping at their bowls;
the pop of a cork on a bottle of plonk
as your mother cooks;
the Match of the Day theme tune
and Doctor Who-oo-oo.
your name called, two happy syllables
from the bottom to the top of the house;
your daft ring tone; the low gargle
of hot water in bubbles. Half asleep
in the drifting boat of your bed,
you like to hear the big trees
sound like the sea instead.
"The big pervasive feeling onboard looking at the Earth [from space] is one of tremendous exquisite privilege that it exists. … But I think what everyone would find if they could be in that position — if they could see the whole world every 90 minutes and look down on the places where we do things right, and look down where we’re doing stupid, brutal things to each other and the inevitable patience of the world that houses us — I think everybody would be reinforced in their faith, and maybe readdress the real true tenets of what’s good and what gives them strength."