Under the Hammer and Clock

Under the hammer and clock

Promised a diamond

Presented a rock,

Under this hammering clock.

 

Under the hammer and clock

Morning engines tick their tock

Churning their fumes,

Waiting our turns, under the hammering clock.

 

Under the hammer and clock

Weathered lines storm the flock

Masses the stirring brick, cracking the immovable rock,

Hammers continue to stone, this forever hammering clock.

 

Under the hammer and clock

We curse the hammer, we spit at the clock

White as doves our hands crumble,

Ash beneath the dust and eternal hammering clock

 

Under the hammer and clock

We lasso the hand, scramble the rock

Swaying we swing ageing, chime the greys we rock.

Till dust and shadow we sit under, under the hammering clock.

 

 

Copyright © 2019 Charlie Hasler.

21 lessons for the 21st century by Yuval Noah Harari – review

As bit of a new feature I am going to be doing some reviews of non poetry books of note that I have been reading/read recently.

So to kick things off, I would like to tell you about, 21 lessons for the 21st century by Yuval Noah Harari.

 

Book info (sourced from Goodreads):

**FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE MILLION COPY BESTSELLER SAPIENS ** 

Sapiens showed us where we came from. Homo Deus looked to the future. 21 Lessons for the 21st Century explores the present.

How can we protect ourselves from nuclear war, ecological cataclysms and technological disruptions? What can we do about the epidemic of fake news or the threat of terrorism? What should we teach our children?

Yuval Noah Harari takes us on a thrilling journey through today’s most urgent issues. The golden thread running through his exhilarating new book is the challenge of maintaining our collective and individual focus in the face of constant and disorienting change. Are we still capable of understanding the world we have created?

My review:

A fascinating read. It made me feel quite uncomfortable at times, reading something and allowing the words to unplug your mind from the Matrix is a strange feeling.

I enjoyed how the author didn’t shy away from any subjects, no subject is safe as it were, and nor should it be. Everything be it religion or world politics must be open for criticism and dissection.

After putting this book down each evening I pondered on the chapters I had just read, and the ones before that. I am a thinker/day dreamer so I did get lost in my thoughts with this book at times.

A brilliantly written, eye opening book. I would say to everyone, allow yourself to unplugged from the system and give it a go.

A worthy 5 stars.

Online

Never in such connection,

Have we all felt so alone,

Eyes fixed locked,

To our forever scrolling phone.

 

I remember we had friends once,

Of flesh, blood and bone,

Souls of which we connected,

Now mainly through our phone.

 

A letter had a smell,

A meaning on the page,

The curls of the words whispered,

Now silent, from a bygone age.

 

I miss the meaning of mattering,

Even if I didn’t matter at all,

I felt I had purpose,

Before this empty social drawl.

 

My friend he is around the corner,

But feels a million miles away,

He likes my posts sometimes,

How I hope to see him again someday.

 

We like the world over,

No seas or miles matter,

But we are all so alone,

Despite this social media clatter.

 

Maybe it is a good thing,

Who really knows?

But what about the negatives,

Do they outweigh the pros?

 

And yet here I sit,

The irony is not lost,

Searching for my meaning,

When all meaning feels so lost.

 

 

Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler.

 

 

 

 

Back To The Stars,

No more searching inside the well of excuses,
The well will always be full,
The bucket will always be empty.
Plenty,
There always is, 
Plenty of time to waste,
Until there isn't.
Only hindsight,
Forever hindsight,
Forever waste.
No risks,
No trying,
Only excuses,
Always tomorrow.
Comfortable tomorrow, 
Cozy as a sock,
Warmed and woolen wool,
Perched comfy,
Fat cat comfy,
Old lady winter comfy,
Dying.
Perched on this comfortable not so well and worried wall.
Time stalks the blind, 
Always remembering,
Ticking on.
Listen close,
Hear the tick and tock, 
Ticking and tocking,
Time,
Mine,
Yours,
Ours,
Chiming the excuses away,
Today.
Excuses that line the hindsight wall,
In regretful jars,
Made forever by forever facing mirrors,
Reflected Into the eternal void of,
I, wish and had.
Through hands and open fingers the heart and life slip back,
Back to the stars,
The repeating seed,
The grain,
The ended dust,
Where the only three that matter exist;
Before, 
Once,
Never,
Into the perpetual always yesterday,
Now all rear views,
And lumps in the throat.


Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler