Category Archives: Protest
On Boredom
Memories of an Era I thought Gone By
Somewhere Murphy is Snickering; … Again
On the Fundaments of an Effective Economic System
On Beauty and Despair
New Year’s Eve 2011 among the One Percent
New Year’s Eve 2011 among the One Percent[1]
Sublime synchronicity, sweetest fortune, similes and smiles playing at dysfunction, while in the wings dulcet melodies air from fiscal conservative lairs and striking pairs dance to anachronistically tailored affairs.
Lay hold, lay on, lie down croons one, the cry first echoed by another and then another until a chorus of indistinguishable voices mutters somewhat frightful vows in shades of scarlet, blackest blue, the strident cacophony invading the dullards annual ball.
How dare they dare to dare cries one, the one in the center, the one protectively hunched over (or so it seems) the beautifully pallid young orphan girl. Then grasping her hand he pulls the ungratefully reluctant wretch into the safely of his fetid embrace.
Come, come, my dear he whispers in her ear, let us, for at least the nonce, away and high from here. The air’s a bit too stifling for one as delicate as thou.
[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2012; all rights reserved
A Winters Eve in Late 2011
Anyway
Morrow Downs
Morrow Downs[1]
Where dwelt a soul,
a limpid shell enclosed,
a mind surveyed,
a heart once timid beat
in rhythm with
long misplaced hopes.
Where has inspiration fled and why?
Where weary warriors lie in state,
eyes glazed and bodies taut,
restless souls, their fate
prepare to meet,
a fickle public
passing by.
Where has inspiration fled and why?
Silos hollow,
hallowed ground untrod,
fetid water puddles
amidst dark alleys
where once did
glorious banners fly.
Where has inspiration fled and why?
[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2012; all rights reserved
Guillermo Calvo Mahé 