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About
The Whispers of Memory is the name of the two-man poetry collective comprising Gary Rhodes and Calvin Brooke. Part daily journal, part cathartic self-expression, the pair seek to chronicle their lives using the written word, from the fantastic to the mundane.
Friday 27 November 2009
Tuesday 24 November 2009
Ode to an Aeroplane
East to West
Great grey skytube
Held aloft by nothing
But air
Filled with travellers
Some business class
Some economy
All travelling forwards
Great grey skytube
Held aloft by nothing
But air
Filled with travellers
Some business class
Some economy
All travelling forwards
West to East
Returning home
Weary wanderers with eyes
Filled and hearts
Made lighter
But not their luggage
Returning home
Weary wanderers with eyes
Filled and hearts
Made lighter
But not their luggage
O, aeroplane
Glint in sunlight
Scudding through the clouds
You are the globe shrinker
The train of tomorrow
You are our saviour
Glint in sunlight
Scudding through the clouds
You are the globe shrinker
The train of tomorrow
You are our saviour
Sunday 22 November 2009
Wisdom
Hi, Calvin here. I was listening to The Maccabees the other day, and I started to wonder about where they got their name from. It's a nice word, rolls off the tongue well.
Anyway, it turns out the Maccabees were a Jewish way back in the day who liberated their homeland from the Seleucid Empire, which is pretty cool. I'm always in awe of collective action against oppressive regimes.
The story inspired me, so I wrote short poem about it. I suppose it's a commentary on the parallels the story has to the modern day, what with the situation in Palestine and Gaza, and how The Media twists the image of these conflicts to its own ends.
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Fight them hard, men
Fight them back
These cursed Fiends
Followers not of the true G-d,
But heathens, the lot of them
With simple swords
With bronze and stone
And the righteousness of our lord
We smite with your fury
Taking back our land
And so we won
And our marvelous legacy
The Hasmonean dynasty
Achieved through lusty battle
Will stand forever more
But what of our land now?
But what of our great home?
A thousand lies and rockets
Bring death and horror
To our glorious homeland
Fight them hard, men
Fight them back
These cursed Fiends
Followers not of the true G-d,
But heathens, the lot of them
Anyway, it turns out the Maccabees were a Jewish way back in the day who liberated their homeland from the Seleucid Empire, which is pretty cool. I'm always in awe of collective action against oppressive regimes.
The story inspired me, so I wrote short poem about it. I suppose it's a commentary on the parallels the story has to the modern day, what with the situation in Palestine and Gaza, and how The Media twists the image of these conflicts to its own ends.
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Fight them hard, men
Fight them back
These cursed Fiends
Followers not of the true G-d,
But heathens, the lot of them
With simple swords
With bronze and stone
And the righteousness of our lord
We smite with your fury
Taking back our land
And so we won
And our marvelous legacy
The Hasmonean dynasty
Achieved through lusty battle
Will stand forever more
But what of our land now?
But what of our great home?
A thousand lies and rockets
Bring death and horror
To our glorious homeland
Fight them hard, men
Fight them back
These cursed Fiends
Followers not of the true G-d,
But heathens, the lot of them
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