Hi Mike,
Love the poem! The attitude it captues and the voice it uses. Phrases stick
in the mind... and stain my (Western Collective) conscience.
Bob
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "Mike Horwood" <[log in to unmask]>
>To: <[log in to unmask]>
>Sent: Wednesday, April 02, 2003 10:05 AM
>Subject: New sub: Colonisation
>
>
>Important announcement
>
>For many years now it has been my great ambition to write a poem that
>contained a word beginning with F. My Oxford English Dictionary actually
>lists 3,957,381 words beginning with this letter, but I was not to be so
>easily satisfied. Nothing but the world-renowned and highly-respected
>F-word
>would do for me. Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me now very great pleasure
>to be able to inform you that my endeavours have met with success. The poem
>you are about to read does indeed contain this most famous of words.
>Readers
>who would prefer to enjoy this word in all its glory without being put to
>the bother of reading the whole effing poem are kindly requested to proceed
>directly to the final line where they should be able to locate it without
>too much difficulty. Readers of a sensitive disposition are advised that
>they continue at their own risk. Incidentally, I should perhaps add that
>this poem also contains a word beginning with C. I donīt quite know how
>that
>one got in, but I would like to disclaim all responsibility.
>
>
>
>
>Colonisation
>
>Here I am in America, a country as big as myself.
>From the swelling breast of the eastern seaboard
>to the spine of the Rocky Mountains
>it is all mine because I am the first.
>No one was here before me.
>I have sucked on the nipple of Newfoundland
>and drew motherīs milk, milk of the motherland.
>I throw out my chest and claim kinship with all this.
>
>All I see is there for the taking
>so I go where I please, tread the flanks of hills,
>sail the river arteries to the heartlands.
>I stride the plains and forests freely
>in leather boots and trapperīs fur hat
>and a bowie knife with a six-foot blade,
>sharp enough to rip the belly out of this country
>if she gives me any trouble. Bitch.
>
>Here there is freedom and space to breathe.
>Here a man can stretch his arms wide
>and be a man. I haul logs.
>I turn the soil. I stuff my mouth
>with red meat and swallow.
>
>The motherland spreads her legs
>round the Gulf of Mexico,
>dreaming of new offspring.
>I go down to Florida, to the soft,swampy cunt of her.
>Now Iīm in. Thereīs oil here somewhere
>and I aim to drill it. Fucked if I donīt.
>
>
>
>Mike
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