To improvise relevance
When you’ve lost interest in, or faith in,
Or hope for your species
Self-named with no sense of irony
“Wise man”, Homo Sapiens is problematic
Except, today the news
News of the death of a precious fluorescence
In a dull spread opacity of near stagnant water
The death of Vaclav Havel, playwright,
Political prisoner constantly caused with kindness
To lead, of necessity not profession, no place-man,
In deed the right man in place
On the body politic there’s less
Than a hand space for such, and seconds only
Room for any to make a scratch; what good
To scratch water? Still, the memory of a hot bath
Mid hypothermic death is mockery and comfort
Besting mockery alone; screw that
Push hope aside; resolve to die standing
A living fluorescence
If only for the sense of it
The loss of it
The will of it
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Forgot to say, your album's playing right now as we write and played it through the night!
Posted by: Viviane, Ben & Rachael Anamuah | 05 January 2012 at 12:48
Hello Labi!
Thanks for a superb and beautiful album! [The Best of Labi Siffre]
We play it all the time - literally!
We think you're blessed!
Best Wishes for the New Year from Hayes, Middlesex!
Viviane, Ben & Rachael Anamuah
aka
Yoziki! (www.yoziki.blogspot.com)
Posted by: Viviane, Ben & Rachael Anamuah | 05 January 2012 at 12:45
Beautiful spoken, Mr. Siffre. Respect.
Posted by: André Gijssel | 29 December 2011 at 19:54