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  e) ... there is this thing called
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    "my only desire ...
      -- said geraint --
     ... is that this game
     shall no longer exist,
     nor shall the hedge of mist,
     nor magic, nor enchantment."


  i recall a debate about a change
  to us firms web site --

   the discussion didn't concern
   a change in the textual content,
   nor one discernible to all but a few
   to the form of the metadata,
   nor much of a visual one either
   no flashy graphics, no rebrading,
   no change in the offering
   no nothing really changed on the surface of things
   the only thing being debated
   was whether to use us own software
   to re build the site to house the content
   or stick to our existing, mainly static one ...

   small changes

   ... do you know what
   i think, to ask for cash
   is the wrong question
   in fact, i don't think now's the time
   to ask for any thing in particular
   but i think the time is ripe
   to ask a question, about a who
   that is, to ask a question
   about a people, or at least
   to ask a question, on their behalf
   and it is this --

      given the present world state
      what possible worlds
      are we authoring
      for our future generations

   this one keeps me up most night
   if only because it appears to me
   that they are being offered false options
   that is, false facts
   rather than true fiction
   and no real hope but
   to bob quietly along
   down towards barbarism

    well, if your bob
     doesn't give our bob
      that bob, that your bob
       owes our bob, then our bob
        is going to bob your bob
         a bob on the nose

   it's nonsense isn't it

   the kids seem to get it though
   and so do the old folk
   and it usually starts
   with the same question --

           why is this happening

   what can you say
   when you're looking at wished for death
   disease, world wide waste and slaughter
   recently, i've heard this same one liner --

       it's very complicated

   well, it might be complicated
   but it's not very sophisticated ...

   ... how to end this complicated world ...

   ... can you imagine, a time in the future
   when the newscaster says --

            there's nothing to report today
            carry on with the good work
            well done every one again

   i mean, would you belief her
   i mean, could you belief
   such a world was possible
   pretty much newscasterless ...


   ... "why is this happening"
   said an old bloke to me once
   it was two in the morning
   this time of year in western moldova

   his son and misses and their kid
   had taken us round to meet
   with their parents
   all four of them in their seventies
   and fast asleep as we arrived,
   tucked top to tail
   in a shared blanketed double bed
   conserving their warmth
   in a room ill lit if lit at all
   by a car battery and thick candles

   the old chap, was happy to see us
   he said that they enjoyed company, he got up
   and served us with raw onions, salt
   smoked animal fat, we'd brought plum brandy with us

   the grand kid chatted to their nannas
   and gramps, about what we'd been up to
   i didn't kop much of the vernacular
   but picked up on the pointing and tonalities

   and then the kid's mam began a song
   and i noticed her mother sobbing
   mi mates sung another one shortly after
   it was a lullaby, and i took another swig
   and passed mi bottle over --

   twos-it chicken
   -- i sez to mi mate
       their grand kid
        who did, took a swing,
         laughed a little, passed it back
          with the same expression
           just before their nannan spoke to me --


  -- i turned to mi drinking buddy
     for translation --

          when will you care
          -- sez mi mate to me --

  do you mean
  why don't i care
  i do care, don't i
  -- sez i --

         no, i don't mean this
         this is wrong
         -- sez mi mate smiling --
         help me, not you, you
         you, us, everyone, you

  i look in to mi mate's eyes
  and say --

  we do care, don't we
  we're here aren't we

         -- mi mate laughs again --
         no, this is wrong
         not we, us
         us, everyone, the world
         and ..
         -- and then mi mate
            repeats a word again
            in their mother tongue
            to the wider group
            but this time, they are prodded
            big time, by their gramps --
        .. ah, that is it, 'senses'
        when will we the world
        arrive at us senses ...



   well, when will we, when will it
   may be tomorrow, may be someday
   in may 97 though
   i was very pessimistic

   today however is a different story
   we've come a very long way
   we're now getting it in the noughties
   where we used to get it in us fish nets

   we no longer fall for the form
   of fair feyd-rautha, brought to court
   by the beast rabban

   war, like any other mode of being
   is seldom ended by vote alone
   nor is it solved mathematically
   they end by negotiation or fait accompli

   numbers, peers, are important though,
   as is our alignment, confidence, shows
   communication without cash transactions
   folk circulating ideas, ideals, by words

   alignment, paths, congruence, dreams
   how did we come to be here
   and what do we take this place to be

   i come in peace,
   that is my victory
   i know how to fight, however
   that is the least of my abilities

   i dream in open equity
   and a land called honah lee



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