A group of writers in Chichester coming together once a month for inspiration, collaboration and sensation
“I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,”-Robert Burns.
Copernicus showed we urnae the centre e the univ’rse
,sorry tae tak the swell oot e yer purse.
Darwin screivin sae we wid see
,we urnae it the tope e the tree.
Aw else hus telt ,
wur bit sma empty notches oan an epic belt.
Ae grawin, society’s kyte wioot a dowp
dunt doon hale wuids,Lochs drainit an fair left us in a cowp.
We cannae cairry oan the wiey we dae,
Guzzle oor civilizations scran an slitter
attery keech aroon like glitter.
Burns,seas an moun”ins, caw fer eident response
whae wi canny cadence kin act as nature’s sconce?…
We cannae tak time tae swither and dither
,we ither carry oan iz we ure or chose oursels a path anither.
if nuhin kin thirl our siven nations whin aw is agley
,thin whit maire iz thur we kin dae whun eirth ails sae badly?
The West spaks a guid deal
bit cannae git ower itself
tae see in it’s ane een, the big speal.
Insteid e bein’ quick tae clype
we shid try tae cultivate oor ane gairden
haughs an glens and hae nae ilk wi bumbased gype.
In industrial blether, we skyte an follae
hurded like sheep by Capitalism’s collie.
we hae impetuous tae seek reunion wi the mither
find oot ,settle nae doot, how tae live thegither.
Gif mechanry wis chored by Prometheus
we shairley need tae chore a sheave
e paradise anaw tae drap lown sichts aboot us.
Copernicus showed we aren’t the centre of the universe.
sorry to take the swell out of your purse.
Darwin writing so we would see
we aren’t at the top of the tree.
all else has told,
we’re but small empty notches on an epic belt.
always growing,society’s belly without an end(or bottom)
knocked down whole woods,Lochs drained an quite left us in a tip(mess).
we can’t carry on the way we do
swallow greedly our civilizations food(i.e. oil) an messily leave
poisionous crap around like glitter.
streams,seas and mountains call for conscientious and urgent response.
who with careful cadence (i.e. flow or rhythm) can act as nature’s shelter/defence.
we can’t take time to hesitate or be indecisive.
we either carry on as we are or chose ourselves a path,another.
if nothing can bind our seven nations when all is askew/awry/wrong.
then what more is there we can do when the earth ails so badly?
The west speaks a good deal
but can’t get over itself
to see in it’s own eye, the big splinter.
instead of being quick to tell on/grass up
we should try to cultivate our own garden
low lying meadows and glens and have nothing in common with confused fool(s).
In industrial nonsense talk,we rush and follow
herded like sheep by Capitalism’s collie.
we have impetuous to seek reunion with ‘the mother'(i.e. earth)
find out,settle no doubt,how to live together.
If mechanry/machinery i.e. Industry was stolen by Promethus
we surely need to steal a slice
of paradise as well to drop calm/placid/serene sights about us.