150+ Canada’s History in Poetry

Awhile back I was approached to have one of my poems included in 150+ Canada’s History in Poetry, edited by Judy Gaudet. The book is out. The poem of mine that was included is below. For more on the book, click here.

 

This Week in the House

This week the powerful,
The ones used to training weapons
On unknown others,
Had a gun turned on them.
In a panic they barricaded the doors,
Furiously tapped and tweeted
And dialed their cellphones,
Then fashioned stone-age spears
Out of snapped flagpoles,
As the Prime Minister hid in a closet.

In the end none of them died.
Who did die?
An average joe just doing his job
And a mad man with a sick mind
Poisoned by religion.

Just as earlier in the week
Another average joe doing his job
Was killed by a different mad man
With a sick mind poisoned
By the same religion,
But that was nowhere near
The man hiding in the closet
So, like who gives a fuck, right?

The man in the closet
Poked his head out,
Eventually,
Just long enough to squeak
“Not intimidated,”
Before he disappeared again
To plan how the people in power,
The people used to pointing the weapons
At unknown others,
Can feast on the corpses
Of the dead average joes,
Use the memory of them
To their own advantage.
It is a dusty, old parlour trick
And they know it well.
They know how to turn it
Into Parliamentary tricks
To produce even more laws
The will decrease the freedom
Of average joes just doing their jobs,
Laws that will do nothing to help
Mad men with sick minds
Poisoned by religion.

Instead they will build higher walls
And wider moats
Between them and the world,
And they will cast their suspicious glances
Upon average joes just doing their jobs,
Anyone of whom could be a mad man
With a sick mind poisoned by religion.

We will see only the ragged tips
Of their stone age spears
Protruding from the casements,
And every now and then
The man in the closet
Will venture out to squeak
About a democracy and a freedom
That does not exist,
Not even for him.

AGG20141024

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As we lay down in the blood of strangers

As we lay down in the blood of strangers, 
Our tired bones made from the dust of stars, 
It would be so easy to just give in 
To despair, refuse to rise up again. 
 
Weary of television’s nightly dose 
Of horror and fear and murder, we want 
To hide away in some safe hole until 
It passes like a nightmare on parade. 
 
But this life is not a dream, it is real, 
As real as bullets, as bombs, as sirens, 
And we need to wake up, open our eyes, 
To dry our tears with the ashes of the dead. 
 
Our fears are as useless as our prayers, which 
Imagined god would we offer them to? 
The god of the killers and of the killed 
Is one and the same and his name is shit. 
 
This fictitious god who breeds hate too real 
For me and the all men I’ve ever loved 
Fades to nothing before the power felt 
As I lay down in a stranger’s warm arms. 
 
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Depth Charge: The title of this poem is a slight modification of a line from an essay written by Isobel Bowdery, a survivor of the terrorist attacks in Paris, Nov 13, 2015.

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This Week in the House

This week the powerful,
The ones used to training weapons
On unknown others,
Had a gun turned on them.
In a panic they barricaded the doors,
Furiously tapped and tweeted
And dialed their cellphones,
Then fashioned stone-age spears
Out of snapped flagpoles,
As the Prime Minister hid in a closet.

In the end none of them died.
Who did die?
An average joe just doing his job
And a mad man with a sick mind
Poisoned by religion.

Just as earlier in the week
Another average joe doing his job
Was killed by a different mad man
With a sick mind poisoned
By the same religion,
But that was nowhere near
The man hiding in the closet
So, like who gives a fuck, right?

The man in the closet
Poked his head out,
Eventually,
Just long enough to squeak
“Not intimidated,”
Before he disappeared again
To plan how the people in power,
The people used to pointing the weapons
At unknown others,
Can feast on the corpses
Of the dead average joes,
Use the memory of them
To their own advantage.
It is a dusty, old parlour trick
And they know it well.
They know how to turn it
Into Parliamentary tricks
To produce even more laws
The will decrease the freedom
Of average joes just doing their jobs,
Laws that will do nothing to help
Mad men with sick minds
Poisoned by religion.

Instead they will build higher walls
And wider moats
Between them and the world,
And they will cast their suspicious glances
Upon average joes just doing their jobs,
Anyone of whom could be a mad man
With a sick mind poisoned by religion.

We will see only the ragged tips
Of their stone age spears
Protruding from the casements,
And every now and then
The man in the closet
Will venture out to squeak
About a democracy and a freedom
That does not exist,
Not even for him.

AGG20141024

Monkey No Aware #29— God and Racism

lacrimae rerum by Andrew Grimes Griffin“Racism is real in the same way God is real. They are both constructs invented to torture, enslave and dehumanize our fellow humans.  They persist because they are useful to those in power, those who wish to maintain—or increase—their power over others, those who need fictitious differences to mask real inequalities, inequities that they benefit from.”
– AGG20141016

 

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Should evergreens be

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Should evergreens be
The only trees in graveyards
Fragrant spruce—fir—pine
Year-round perfuming the dead
Dreams fragile in the cold ground?

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Depth Charge: This tanka was sparked by a line from Akutagawa Ryunosuke’s short story, O-Gin, as translated by Jay Rubin: “…dreaming their fragile dreams of a Buddhist paradise there beneath the graveyard pines…”

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To some the bright stars

To some the bright stars
Of a cold winter night sky
Are an immense weight
Of darkness
x                      —void
x                                  —but others
In their dreams
x                                   —float
x                       —forever

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Depth Charge: The impetus for this Exploded Tanka* is a line from Akutagawa Ryunosuke’s Hell Screen, as translated by Jay Rubin: “He wore what seemed to be his usual reddish-brown robe and tall soft black hat, and he looked especially small and shabby, as though the star-filled sky were a weight pressing down upon him.”

*The standard 5-7-5-7-7, 31-syllable scan is maintained, but the lines have been pulled apart for ease of alternate readings, such as reading it in columns according to indentation: To some the bright stars/Of a cold winter night sky/Are an immense weight/Of darkness/In their dreams/—void/—forever/—but others/—float. The original lines are easily enough re-constructed: To some the bright stars/Of a cold winter night sky/Are an immense weight/Of darkness—void—but others/In their dreams—float—forever.

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Why two men fucking

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For the life of me
x    It’s incomprehensible
x        Why two men fucking
x             Is seen as something shameful
x             Not viewed like the rising sun
x        Natural and bright
x   A sight to heat our red blood
A reason to rise

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Depth Charge: Over the past several months, various nations around the globe have been harshly criminalizing homosexuality: India’s top court re-criminalized it after it had been legalized; Uganda (Subsequently, Uganda’s president refused to pass the law, but remains homophobic.) and Nigeria in Africa passed draconian anti-gay laws, and Russia’s insane anti-gay propaganda law continues to send a message that it is open season on gays and lesbians in that country.  In all cases, conservative religious forces – Christian, Muslim, Hindu and/or Sikh – both within and outside of the countries concerned are major supporters of anti-gay legislation.

For those who are into the writing process, this is another experiment in Mirrored Tanka (5-7-5-7-7-5-7-5) and references section 28 of Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself where he describes, amongst other things, masturbating.

A new chapbook, as close as the clouds by Andrew Grimes Griffin, is available for free reading online and/or download.

He holds pink rosaries

In Him I Live

He holds pink rosaries
Sparkling in the morning sun
The anti-choice man
Preying outside the clinic
I flip him the bird—walk on

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Depth charge:  Across the street from the clinic founded by Henry Morgentaler, who died earlier this year, there are usually a handful of anti-choice protesters. For the most part, they are roundly ignored by everyone, but this morning one of them offered me a pamphlet. Mistake.

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A new chapbook, as close as the clouds by Andrew Grimes Griffin, is available for free reading online and/or download.

To read Songs about Sex, Death & Cicadas by Andrew Grimes Griffin, just click on the link. To download a pdf, right click on the link and select “Save link as…”