While I hopefully showed the skills I garnered/used to get my PhD over the last ten days, defending my demographic, I don’t really enjoy that; although the evidence was so easy to find, as I already knew the information, it was quite rewarding; and like with my university research, I’m glad to finish it. That’s why I took up creative writing afterwards; to freely write what I enjoyed more, although I still had an ideology within; animals, environment, class, feminism etc.
The personal value of blogging is that I record my writing, as well as promoting it. I’d forgotten about Femen until seeing that photo yesterday; it seems a long time ago now. And Femen are still going, with a campaign I like: blasphemy is good.
Makes me think the British Establishment’s promotion of immigrants from the most sexist religious countries; and the use of ‘racism’ to shut down blasphemous freedom of speech is to counter such groups as Femen; I haven’t heard of them for years.
Anyway I digress, here’s a few of my latest philosophical poetry snippets I first posted on Facebook, with some heavy rain last week inspiring the first few. if you really like any, please post to Brainy Quote!
Comfortable cloud, all fluffy about,
but nature rains, rules flushed out.
Lucky drops of rain
land directly on grain
heaven on Earth mixture.
Only the insane, sunbathe in rain
if I was a steam train, my streaming smoke’d explain,
the direction I’m going is the other way.
Race and religion
are just clouds of confusion
I want to ascend above
to my single point of love…
Sleep is closer to reality,
point of singularity,
mind space as one,
free of body bone.
Is the sun one big alien,
or are aliens based on sun,
on Earth it’s not known to anyone,
searching smoking gun!
There’s NO going back: … ON …
For all humanity knows, there could be giant billions-years-old space creatures that use stars as we use fires, and the planets orbiting around them are cooking like marshmallows.
Taking the single path isn’t less.
It’s more in some ways.
Like getting a double cone of the same flavour; instead of different.
My books are full of such poetic philosophy: