23, ARCHAEO-ILLOGICAL

•May 15, 2022 • Leave a Comment

Archaeo-illogical

The Algorithms have been playing with my head lately.

This in itself is not unusual.

But these days if I sneeze in the kitchen and then immediately find that my phone, laptop and computer are all inexplicably keen to offer me cold cures, handkerchiefs & health insurance, why.. I don’t take it amiss at all, or become unduly concerned. No doubt it’s just one of those Coincidences you read about, despite what my more paranoid friends might try and tell you.

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So yes, I try and maintain a laid back approach to UIP’s (Unidentified Internet Phenomena) but lately I find myself increasingly disturbed by the subtly strange video clips and advertisements “the Algorithms” have been putting in my Feed lately, to poison my peace of Mind.

So subtle that it is only later that I realise how strange they were. But when I go back to try and find them again.. they have disappeared. Even more ominously, they leave no trace in my Search History, as though I’d been cruising the whole time in Incognito Mode.

Take the other night for example.

It had been a quiet evening vege-ing out in front of an increasingly random selection of Youtube clips. My Personal Assistant had already nodded off into a slight doze and was snoring softly and I was headed that way myself when the Algorithm offered me   an ancient Archaeological Documentary that caught my flickering interest and set it inexorably smouldering.

The Documentary started with some Archaeologists industriously excavating an ancient Archaeological site. Now by this I mean an actual Archaeology Site, that is to say; the excited Archaeologists had discovered an earlier encampment of Primitive Archaeologists in the Past, perhaps from some unknown Ancient Civilisation, and they were busy

digging it up.

A series of shots followed of earnest Graduate Student types sifting thru sand, looking for traces of tent-poles, excavating signs of earlier excavations and so forth./ Solemn Interviews in reverent tones were superimposed over the spade-work;

This might be the earliest archaeological site yet discovered.. We’ve uncovered traces of exploratory trenches, and large areas that were clearly cleared in a meticulous manner, but what they were looking for we have yet to discover.“/

A bearded professor with a heavy European Accent was invoked for a learned opinion;

What were they looking for? We simply don’t know. But we can speculate endlessly, for example.. the Site appears to have been abandoned in a hurry. Was there an attack from rival Researchers, or did they simply lose Funding.. and how were these early Archaeologists funded? Perhaps..”

What followed was mostly Filler/ like the sand & soil encasing fossilised bones.

But one fact stood out like a Denisovan Thumb-bone in a Midden Heap; that amongst the scraps of carbonised Field Notes found in what is believed to have been the ancient Chief Archaeologist’s Living Quarters, are found suggestions that they themselves may have been searching for the remains of still earlier Archaeologists yet!  Archaeologists from the Dawn of Time, as it were, though what these primal primates hoped to discover, we can of course only speculate..

Now I may have fallen asleep at this part of the Documentary, because at this point the Archaeologists were suddenly caught in a “Climate Change related” Flash Flood and buried in layers of silt. The damaged camera kept working however, though only in an intermittent fashion, shooting off one frame per hour, so that when speeded up we Spectators could watch night & day quickly flicker on & off and the Seasons roll by and more layers of silt deposited and the archaeologists’ bodies breaking down to fossils & bones and their equipment rusting into unrecognisable lumps of metal and plastic..

Eventually the Camera shorts out and there’s only Darkness for awhile but then there’s couple of crackles & glitches & flickering blurry bursts of light and the next thing you know you’re looking at this kinda Reptilian looking.. sort of.. well, I guess he was a Reptilian Archaeologist, who apparently had found the ruined camera, extracted the storage unit and managed to re-animate & decipher it with his advanced Technology, and now was lecturing, to what appeared to be a group of Graduate Student Crocodiles wearing white lab-coats, about his recent Theories on the ancient mammalian Archaeologists that he’d discovered.

At least, I think that was what he was lecturing about, it was hard to tell, as he had a terrible lithpppp due to his forked tongue.

Also the light was kind of funny looking in this part of the Documentary, but then I guess the Reptiles probably see things in a different Light Frequency Band than us.

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24; CRESCENDO & CRASH!

•April 23, 2022 • Leave a Comment

CRESCENDO & CRASH

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My Generation’s Passing;

A Seasonal Phenomena,

an Occasion like

the ebb & flow of tides.

At first, only a few fell,

like the tentative initial tap-dance

of raindrops on the roof, those

hesitant heralds announcing

 the approaching Storm.

The Sky darkens, the cloud bellies

scrape the tips & tops

of flagpoles, weathervanes & towers.

The precipitation increases steadily.

Faster & faster

 falls the downpour all around me,

 on the roof the rain’s pattering

becomes an incessant drumming,

climbs to a Crescendo,

like Orchestra kettle drums pounding furiously

to the accompaniment of the

lightning flash/smashing of cymbals.

Builds to the Big Finish.

Crescendo & Crash.

Beethoven, I’m sure, would approve.

The few Survivors (like ancient revenants

stumbling out from cob-webbed crypts and caves)

rub their eyes and stare amazed

at a World washed clean

and born anew, made ready

for the next Generation.

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In the trees the Parrots chatter

and screech, feeding

on the blossoms that have burst open,

swollen with the Life giving rain.

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The Reverend Hellfire, Practised performance Poet,

Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism,

Acting President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc.,..

The Once & Future King.

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25; THE THINg ABOUT AQUARIUMS

•April 9, 2022 • Leave a Comment

From the Reverends forthcoming book, “Human Aquarium”


The Thing About Aquariums

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That’s the thing about Aquariums; They’re not Real.

They are Manufactured Constructs, and though the inhabitants may seem comfortable enough as they drift through the illuminated, artificial grottoes, as though this were their Natural Habitat, in truth these vast edifices of concrete & glass are only made habitable by the strictest control of the environmental parameters, (air, light, temperature, water, food, waste disposal, et al) and constant maintenance. All of this involves considerable cost and effort on the part of the Aquariums’ Owner/s. Someone somewhere has to be really committed to a project like the construction and maintenance of an Aquarium. In this context, the Motivating factor is generally Money.

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Indeed, taking a step back for a wider perspective and considering the Aquarium as a Concept., be it a couple of Goldfish in the living room or the vast Human Aquarium of a Shopping Mall, for an Aquarium to actually exist it requires an entire System of interlocking industries to construct and support them. Industries with people making the glass and steel, transporting the Aquariums specimens, electricity for the filter pumps and heaters and the Aquarium lights illuminating the sunken pirate ship, food for the inhabitants, a way of getting clean water so they don’t turn belly up with giardia, salmonella or some ghastly fish disease, fin rot and so forth. You get the idea.

Such an extensive & complex supporting superstructure can only be the product of a wealthy, sophisticated Civilization, without which no Aquarium could exist.

Indeed throughout History the Wealthy Classes of many an ancient Civilization have cultivated Pleasure Gardens with extensive and exotically stocked ponds or tanks as a way to display their Wealth and Taste.

The Vikings, on the other hand, had no Aquariums at all.

But the Romans in  particular took to Aquaculture in a big way.

Yes, back in Ancient Rome it was Height of  Fashion! All the Smart Set amongst the Upper Classes- decadent Aristocrats, political Schemers, retired Generals, ambitious Plutocrats, Upper Class Whores & so forth- had a taste for collecting & keeping exotic sea-creatures in enclosures to impress their Friends.

They even took to building special “Water Gardens” attached to their Luxury Summer Villas down at the Bay of Capri, where they went when the weather grew hot. There they’d create nautical themed grottoes for entertaining, surrounded by statues of sea gods & nymphs and at the guest’s feet, ponds & tanks made out of good, waterproof Roman Concrete, that were stocked with rare and costly creatures from the Depths.

 It was one of their ways of ostentatiously displaying wealth & demonstrating power, because, as noted previously, maintaining an Aquarium requires considerable cost and effort from the Owner. For the Romans, owning a fancy water feature meant bearing the costs of getting the Tradies in to pour the concrete & lay the pipes, teams of slaves to change the water & clean the enclosures, paying off dodgy Wild Life Suppliers, the endless cost of  fish-food . Specialist Jewellers to adorn the Lampreys with diamonds and the eels with gold.. Suffice to say it all adds up.

So if you could show that you could afford such a Display

you were showing High Society that you were a Player too.

They could be quite competitive about it too, those old Romans, as the following historical anecdote illustrates.

  The famous Roman General Pompey the Great himself had built an expensively extensive Water Garden for “Entertaining” and so of course his great political & military rival, the conquering hero General Lucullus had to have bigger one.

   Lucullus had come back fabulously wealthy after campaigning in the Eastern Provinces and had immediately built the most enormous Mansion that Rome had ever seen (up to that point anyway) and adorned it with an even  larger Water Garden than Pompey’s! Later at auction the mansion was valued at 5 Million Drachma, a hefty sum, even in those days.. That was bad enough for Pompey’s ego but Lucullus had an even greater humiliation planned for the Great One!

  Ancient Gossip Columnists tell us that Lucullus stocked one of the ponds with with enormous eels, that were ostentatiously adorned with gold rings through their gills. Furthermore he apparently named the biggest, fattest eel in the pond “Pompey” and used to enjoy feeding it with his own hands.

The eel became so tame in time that he could call it’s name and it would come swimming up to be fed and let him tickle it’s chin, a show Lucullus loved to put on for his guests, knowing full well that the human Pompey would get to hear of it the next day and grind his teeth in impotant anger..

Of course Romans being Romans they often went too far.

The archetypal story in this regard is that of the cruel Aquarium Owner, the wealthy aristocrat Ventidius.

 One night at one of his fabulous Feasts, Ventidius ordered that a slave who had displeased him should be fed to his prized, pet Lampreys both as Punishment and as an Entertainment for the Guests between courses.  Now Lampreys are these horrible, primitive, brainless brutes with mouths like suction caps lined with teeth. The Slaves crime was breaking an expensive cup.

But it happened that amongst the guests Ventidius was no doubt hoping to impress that night, was the Emperor Augustus.

Delighted by this chance to demonstrate his enlightened Humanism, August ordered all the cups gathered and broken, the slave released and freed and Ventidius himself was exiled to a desert island- condemned to a sort of Reverse Aquarium, I guess you could say.

Of course Augustus liked a good Gladiatorial Show himself, the old Hypocrite, and used to complain heartily if the fighters showed any reluctance to get stuck in and get themselves killed. He also had no problems during his rise to power, of ordering the executions of hundreds (if not thousands) when it suited his purpose and had no qualms about condemning troublesome family members to a lingering exile on lonesome islands.

The ‘Enlightened Humanism’ of the Emperors, like the Aquariums, was for display purposes only

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Be that as it may, to be taken seriously these days every James-Bond-Action-Movie style Villain must have a big glass feature wall in their Lair to pose menacingly in front of,  whilst behind the glass a big tank full of sharks prowl restlessly, awaiting their next screaming victim.

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The Reverend Hellfire..

He’s still got it, baby.

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26; Working for the Government!

•April 2, 2022 • Leave a Comment

WORKING FOR THE GOVERNMENT

 

Spend all day just working for them

Wasting all those hours of your

Life when you should be engaged in

Things that really needed doing,

Work & Play that’s not degrading,

Our Social Lives they need upgrading

From Consumer Roles assigned us,

From the Social Lies that blind us,

Freed from this Consumer Hell

but instead we find ourselves

Working for the Government!

Working for the Government!

Working for the Bosses,

the State and the Companies,

For Profits not for you or me!

All those hours on the treadmill,

Travel, Work, Sleep, all a Standtill

Of our basic human needs

Replaced by mindless Insect Greed!

Told that we should buy home comforts,

Treasure our “Security”,

These Illusions help to chain us

to a blank Conformity!

Dream a way out of this Hell,

but instead we find ourselves,

Working for the Government!

Working for the Government!

Working for the Bosses,

the State and the Companies,

For Profits not for you or me!

Unemployment has it’s uses

In our ‘democratic’ state

Gives the work-slaves easy targets

For their resentment and hate

Gives the dolees just enough

To dull them into apathy

Then they will perform their function

As cogs in society

It’s a soft upholstered hell

Where we have no soul to sell

Working for the government

Working for the government

Working for the bosses,

the state and the companies

Profits not for you and me!

For profits not for you and me!

For profits not for you and me!

From the 1984 Tapeloops ep “Fire in Heaven”

Now available as download or streaming from BANDCAMP at;

https://reverendhellfirethetapeloops.bandcamp.com/

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27; GET GO WORLD!

•March 26, 2022 • Leave a Comment


GET GO WORLD!

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It’s a Rat Race World,

it’s a fast paced World,

it’s a Cut & Thrust,

Cut & Paste

Cut-Throat World.

And Everybody knows,

You shut-up or you go,

in this upright,

uptight

Up Youself Show.

Cos it’s a Make HasteWorld,

an In-Your-Face World,

It’s a tight-laced,

Know your Place,

Master Race World.

And Everybody knows,

you shut up or you blow,

in this White Bread,

Corn Fed,

Born & Bred Show.

Cos it’s a Hard Case World,

a Without-a-Trace World,

it’s a Hopeless Case,

Report to Base,

What a Waste World.

And Everybody knows,

you Shut up or you go,

in this Black & White,

“Quite Right!”

So Polite Show.

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The Reverend Hellfire was a Practised Performance Poet, President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc., & an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism back in the Before Time.

Now, who knows?

Welcome to the New Normal.

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28; Spammy Scammy? Thank You Maammy!

•March 13, 2022 • Leave a Comment

Floods, Pestilence, Personal Tragedy, Mechanical Failures, System Rot, Poverty, War & Other Minor Inconveniences have prevented Sunday Sermons from being posted for many weeks.. did anyone actually notice? No matter, the Reverend is back with this classic escapist Sermon..

Spam Scam? Thank You Ma’am!

“Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!

Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!

Wonderful Spam!” –Monty Pythons flying Circus

I must confess that lately I’ve

become a connoisseur of Spam.

Not the mutant meat by-product, but

the e-mail kind of thing,

proliferating like toadstools after a storm

sprouting in rich profusion of the Internets rotten trunk,

and bottom feeding Scammers

that seek out your gullibility & Greed

with their prehensile lies

then try

and pull some dodgy sort of scam

that parts you from your Identity

and/or

your Money.

Yes, good old Spam mail,

that cultural cholesterol clogging the net.

(One day there’ll be so much at once we’ll

have a cyber stroke.)

Most of the Scams course are depressingly dull

and show no sense of Imagination.

(Yawn! Either I’ve won the Irish Sweepstakes

or my bank wants me to confirm

my pin number yet again. Does

anyone at all believe this shit?)

Where’s the sense of Magic & Wonder?

No, I like the ones that show signs

of a Weird Creativity to their Scamming

with maybe a hint of humour

in their Delivery.

Fantastic claims! Unlikely and complex scenarios!

That’s what I want!

Give me cyber-scams

where Unimagined Worlds come unexpectedly

swarming into view.

Like when they offered me a share

of Saddam Hussein’s buried gold!

Or the time they told me I had a controlling option

in an international diamond smuggling Operation.

AH! How their offers set my mind afire

with untold possibilities!

Now, I know it’s only encouraging them,

but sometimes I like to write back,

inspired to spout my own line of Fantasies.

I like to let them think I’m interested

in their dubious proposal while

trying to convince them of the reality

of my own bizarre claims.

On this basis,

I once became engaged to a Nubian Princess,

for about two and a half weeks.

(There were some ‘political problems’ to be sorted out

but then She’d inherit her father’s throne

and we could settle down

to a long & prosperous reign),

Alas! Negotiations broke down

in a welter of confusion & bad feeling,

but while it lasted my Life was aglow

with day-dreams of Adventure

& Romance.

I cut a picture of some fearsome tribal girl

out of an old National Geographic Magazine

and put it in my wallet.

so then I could walk around showing people

a picture of “my affianced.”

(When they displayed doubt I just

produced print-outs of selected emails. I

loved to see the uncertainty

dancing in their eyes,

as they wondered whether

to believe my outrageous lies.)

Other times I like to write back and point out

the Spammers’ spelling errors and

various grammatic flaws,

or the little inconsistencies of logic

that marred their Presentation.

I’d patiently explain why their ludicrous proposals

didn’t work for me,

and suggest ways they could improve their pitch.

Sadly, none have ever paid or thanked me

for beta-testing their product.

Indeed, mostly they don’t write back at all

so I’m not even sure if they take my advice

or use my twisted stories for their scams.

Ah! What an amazing rush it would be

to be spammed by one of my own preposterous Routines!

To know that my Creation

was existing out there in the cyber world,

independent as a virus,

enriching lives around the globe.

You’d feel like a parent feels watching their child

take its first few tottering steps,

or as proud as God must have felt

when They saw humans had learned to procreate.

So Yes! Go forth and multiply!

Enrich dull lives with fantastic imaginings!

And if lonely pensioners in caravan parks

give you their life savings,

who’s to say they’re not getting their money’s worth?

Let them Dream a little of what will never be.

Who am I to criticise? After all

you didn’t ask them to be gullible.

Oh wait..

you did.

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From out of the Past comes a Vinyl Blast!

Out Now on Bandcamp!

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The Reverend Hellfire..

..generally AWOL

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29; Monday Sunday sermon; Holiday

•January 24, 2022 • Leave a Comment

The Reverend is taking his annual Sabbatical.

Never mind, there’s a cartoon and ten years worth of Sermons in the Archives,

so why don’t you have a look thru the Historical Records.

Be back next week

The Reverend holidaying somewhere south of Deadman Beach

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The Reverend Hellfire is..

  currently not here.

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30; TOAST

•January 9, 2022 • Leave a Comment

TOAST

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Eating Marmalade and Toast

to the sound of starving children crying

and screaming on the radio/ Just

another Famine far-away,

and not a damn thing

I can do about it anyway,

except Witness..

& Mourn../ take

notes for poems

no-one will want to read.

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Isn’t Technology wonderful?

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As Masters of Marketing we cunningly released our latest single on Xmas Eve when we could be sure that everyone was too preoccupied to notice. We followed up by failing to mention it’s very existence to the general public until the following year.

Now, in a belated gesture towards becoming more accessible, we here helpfully provide a link to the various platforms where you can actually listen to it. Hopefully we won’t jeopardize our Street Credibility by doing so.  Click, Enjoy, and play it loud for the neighbours!

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  • The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,
  • Secretary of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc., Instigator and Orator of the Tapeloops
  • and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism.
  • Got a problem with that?

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31; I AM THE MAN WHO WASN’T THERE!

•January 2, 2022 • Leave a Comment

I AM THE MAN

WHO WASN’T THERE

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Looks down

Looks away

Never smiles

Or says “Good-day”!

Never Looks you

in the Eye

Unless you catch Him

By surprise!

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(There He goes again!)

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Ladies & Gentlemen presenting;

The Man who wasn’t there!

Vanished! Into thin air!

Like He’s not even there!

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Acts as though

He’s better than

the sort of Person

that I am!

Acts as though

His shit don’t stink

Or something else

like that I think!

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(There he goes again!)

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I don’t know what

the Problem is

or why He gets

in such a Tizz (?!)

But now there’s nothing

left to do

Except pretend

He’s not there too..

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(There He goes again,,

fading away..

into thin.. air..)

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“IATMWWT”

ORIGIN STORY

(as related by the Reverend Hellfire)

“This poem/song was inspired by a complete prick of a neighbour, who used to harass us in a hundred little nasty, spiteful ways. In response we’d play this song every rehearsal, with the windows open and the speakers cranked up pointing his direction. Eventually he cracked, sold his house and moved a couple of streets away.

Last we heard, he was complaining that his new neighbours hated him already!”

“If it achieves nothing else,” smiles the Rev,” at least this song drove out the Dickhead who inspired it.”

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The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,

and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism,

amongst other dubious pursuits too numerous to enumerate.

Their name is Legion.

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32; Musings on the Past & the Aesthetics of Decay

•December 20, 2021 • Leave a Comment

MUSINGS ON THE PAST;

THE AESTHETICS OF DECAY

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Ah the Aesthetic of Decay!

In my Youth I was it’s Devotee,

and savoured the rank, gamey flavour,

so redolent of the Residue of Romance.

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Born in a colonial outpost on a tidal river

in my youth I was still at the stage

where seediness & inner-city squalor

seemed romantic/

for a boy from where the suburbs

meet the bush/

smoking a joint

on a back-alley fire-escape

behind a Tibetan restaurant

had the gritty tinge of the Exotic,

and back then the grittier the better

as far as I was concerned.

Besides, my appreciation of crumbling decay

dovetailed nicely with another growing obsession,

Old Things.

Alas, it was a taste

poorly served where I grew up!

In a Town of Tin & Timber,

Rust & Termites

took the place of History.

What little of the Past

survived the Climate

was devoured by Progress,

& sacrificed on the altar of Growth.

Only the occasional Monument,

when not in the way of the bulldozers,

was allowed to survive;

an old windmill, for example,

where they used to hang black fellas..

a couple of antique cannon

down at the rivers mouth

in case the Russian Navy ever got lost..

The Baroque/Italianate Folly of a City Hall,

that keeps trying to sink down into the swamp

they built it on., but generally speaking

Sentimentality was trumped by Progress

and became just another layer of sediment.

An instructive case in how they regard the Past

in my hometown is the Monument marking the

first landing place of European Settlers/Invaders.

Found not so long ago to be in the way of Progress,

the sandstone shrine was accordingly quietly moved

down the river bank a few hundred metres.

Surprisingly perhaps, the move was noticed

and people objected to the unhistorical

placement at the new location.

Things alas became even more complicated

when further research suggested

that the original landing was almost certainly

some kilometers further upriver

and that the monument had only been erected

where it was in the first place by a prominent local author

keen to win an academic argument

and annoy his rivals.

Conjecture flew/ but No-one really knew

and fewer cared;

“What does it matter anyway?!”

So once again the Past slopped away.

In primary school the History Book

disposed of the first 40,000 years in half a page.

You got the feeling

they weren’t telling you something.

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Later on we found out what that was.

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The Reverend Hellfire is a practised performance Poet

and professional nuisance.

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