A poem of remembrance of another day, another time.
The Djibouti Road
Karrayyuu Hotel night
Drinking St Georges beer in the shade
of the top floor of the Karrayyuu hotel
watching vultures and black kites
perform smooth spiralling turns
on updrafts above the Matahara
slaughter house while the sun sets
on the caldera of Mount Fantalle.
In darkness the truck stop is a death stop
in the dance room hard rock plays
harsh shrieking uncontrolled laughter
hookers bump and grind and shine
glistening with sweat and AIDS reigns
at each stop the virus spreads.
We lie under a skagged mosquito net
sleep evades us as we lie listening
for that high pitched whine in the din
of the rhythm of the pounding bass.
Death comes and falls in many forms
in a truck stop on the deep rutted Djibouti road
in the dried out summer of the Rift Valley.
Everyone waits for rain.
©RobCullen
Moondog
Lets not forget!
For the soul of a country!
Catalonia and all the others!
Thinking of Catalonia and all those imprisoned tonight in the quest for independence!
Catalonia don’t give up!
Voices on the Bridge – The Lull!
Dreamtigers
Raiding the archive! Rediscovered “Dreamtigers” Jorge Luis Borges $1.95. Bargain Gotham Book Mart!
Now on with late night reading until the pils kick in…
Great poetry for our times!
The money raised from this book helped to fund this homeless women’s centre – http://www.downtownwomenscenter.org/ending_homelessness
Children’s Games – Remember?
“The literature of childhood abounds with evidence that the peaks of a child’s experience are not visits to the cinema, or even family outings to the sea, but occasions when he escapes into places that are disused and overgrown and silent. To a child there is more joy in a rubbish tip than a flowery rockery, in a fallen tree than a piece of statuary, in a muddy track than a gravel path.”
Iona Opie, Children’s Games in Street and Playground: Chasing, Catching, Seeking, Hunting, Racing, Dueling, Exerting, Daring, Guessing, Acting, and Pretending
