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There’s a Hole in the Bucket
"There’s a Hole in the Bucket"
What an ugly world
when poets turn on each other
life is a bank of territories
left and right and lost in between, isolated in limbo
the revolutionaries silent I’s all outside drawn lines
the inner circles drugged on vitriol
think they know best,
it’s all holier than thou
the white hooded crusaders marked wearing their golem masks
carrying their heaving cement arsenal in loaded holy buckets
thoughts and words are common currency
all is in your face slapped left and right and in between
bullets, knives and bombs - outside it gets real -
understood the nuclear misunderstood
sanctimonious kings and queens
there’s a hole in their bucket
where the great toxicity seeps;
somewhere there are children
who lie captive reading walls,
small minds forming
larger dreams,
for deeper things
they do not sleep
holding their get out cards
and loaded guns
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“Thine eyes did see my golem (embryo), yet being unformed;
and in Thy Sefer (Book) all the yamim (days) ordained for me were written down, when as yet there were none of them.”
“This one's optimistic
This one went to market
This one just came out of the swamp
This one drops a playload
Fodder for the animals
Living on animal farm
You can try the best you can
You can try the best you can
The best you can is good enough …
I'd really like to help you, man
I'd really like to help you, man
Nervous messed up marionette
Floating around on a prison ship
You can try the best you can
You can try the best you can
The best you can is good enough…”
(Kid A/Thom Yorke - Optimistic)
“I got a message I can't read
Another message I can't read
I'm on your side
Nowhere to hide
Trapdoors that open
I spiral down
You're living in a fantasy world
You're living in a fantasy world
I'm lost at sea
Don't bother me”
(Kid A/Thom Yorke - Limbo)
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Candide Diderot
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