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Gaia's Revenge consists of thirteen sections - seven Haiku with six longer works interspersed between them.
HAIKU IEverything's made from Microscopic particles: Bread, water and bombs.
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
A BOB’S
VISION
Metastability I
14 billion years ago –
Give, or take, an eon or so -
Was the beginning.
And the beginning was the void
And stillness was in the void
And in the stillness was
A dormant singularity -
Anorexic but – paradoxically –
Grossly overweight.
And a whisper stirred the stillness,
And, goaded by some mystic mate,
The singularity grumbled,
Was roused from its slumber,
Uttered a primeval growl,
And declared itself to be Bob the Cosmic Builder,
Before exploding into itty
bitty
Smithereens, in an act of
Self reconstruction.
And Time began.
Latent energy burst
In a pyrotechnic
Son et lumiére display.
Rumbles and ripples and
whispers
Echoed and pulsed,
Hissed and screeched
Outwards.
Ever outwards.
Metamorphosis
And energy became matter.
And matter took form
And the form was good.
After his act
Of violent martyrdom
Bob gathered his wits,
And bits, together,
And in less than a second
He fashioned Bobzillions
Of tiny building blocks:
The neutron, the proton,
The electron and photon -
On and on -
Bob mixed and stirred,
Scattered and swirled
Whorls and clusters of
elemental dusts,
From which emerged
Galaxies and stars and
planets.
The celestial and the
terrestrial.
It all took longer than that
First frantic femto-second
flurry.
Much, much longer, even,
Than your six-days-on-
and-one-day-off malarkey.
Throughout that time Bob was
searching,
For somewhere to settle down
in.
10 billion years after his
Big Bang
He found a place for Animal
and
Vegetable to join his Mineral
collection ….
….. and someone to care for
it.
Bob genetically modified, and
oddified,
Diatoms to oaks and Venus
Fly-Traps,
Amoebas to zebras and vampire
bats
And the serendipitous
Duck-billed platypus ….
Metastability II
…. until, at one minute to
midnight,
Relatively speaking, there
was
Sentient, thinking, reasoning
being
Imaginative, caring, creative
being,
DIY expert – no need for Bob
anymore –
Devious, cynical, duplicitous
being
Ruthless, violent, warmonger.
In the blink of an eye
Bob’s prodigy opened the Box
Releasing all things good –
And all things bad.
Fire, the wheel, the
Pyramids,
Astronomy, printing,
gunpowder,
Leonardo da Vinci,
Shakespeare, Rembrandt,
Mozart, I K Brunel,
airplanes,
Shostakovich 1st Violin Concerto,
Adolf Hitler, penicillin,
nuclear fission,
Computers, Margaret Atwood,
Osama bin Laden,
Tracy Emin, i-PODs, 9/11,
George ‘Dubya’ as well.
Bob’s vision of heaven
Turns out to be Hell.
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII | HAIKU II HAIKU IINights in the garden Fragrant jasmine on the breeze Binds scents with senses
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
A AND BY THE SIXTH DAY ….
…. after the tumult of creation’s birth
Away from that frantic climactic burst
Dividing heaven and earth
Here was Bob’s haven
Where tranquillity and harmony could reign.
Balance, in place of instability.
Sense and sensibility.
All creatures great and small
Food and water enough for all.
And that dendrous college:
Fount of all Knowledge
Both good and bad.
Picture the scene,
That day in the Garden
Freshly-baked sunshine filtering
Through unblemished leaves
Shadows gently mingling, growing
Accustomed to their freedom.
Pure cool water trickling melodiously
Between emerald green banks
Profuse with fragrant flowers
Small fish darting hither and thither
While the clear crystal air is filled
With the humming, buzzing and warbling
Of exotic birds and insects.
A myriad creatures in peaceful
Idyllic coexistence, balanced, harmonious
The sights and sounds and odours
Of the Garden at peace.
Witness too a clearing with
A great tree laden
With ripening apples, and
Bitter, lonely AntiBob
Coiled upon its branches.
Beneath it two humans
Standing side by side,
Man of dust and
Cloned help meet,
Unclothed
But nakedness is a concept
Of which, as yet, they are unaware.
They gaze in wonder at
The luscious fruit
And smile with childlike glee at
The watchful asp.
Two humans standing on
The cusp between
Innocence and worldliness.
A cusp we know as temptation.
Looks of uncertainty flicker
Across their youthful faces
As AntiBob murmurs sibilant
Words of enticement.
Their pulses quicken.
They turn and kiss.
Kiss becomes caress.
Caress becomes embrace.
The Earth moves.
The leaves on the trees
Grow yellow and drop
The apples soften and fall,
Pungent with rottenness.
The river turns
Turbid and cloudy.
The skies become
hazy and darken.
The world as we know it
Has just begun.
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
HAIKU III HAIKU IIITempted in garden Eve takes bite of the apple Adam steals cherry.
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
THE DESCENT OF MAN
The survival-driven bugs
Of the primordial swamp Struggled, divided, Morphed and mutated and ....... ............... evolved. Whence came Plato, Chaucer, Einstein and Newton, Shakespeare and Mozart.
So how have we with our ingenuity Our fertile minds and creativity Let our souls be drawn Into the cyber pit? Why does the imagination Fester and fuel The compost of degradation?
Let us scroll the dross Of the retro-human menagerie Viewing the inmates But keeping well clear. See the sickos propping up The cyber bars. Follow them with Their palettes of acronyms As they stalk the Chat Rooms of despair
There's 'Hunglikeanox' and 'Petesup4it' Hiding behind their pseudonymity - Packing the Broad Band With their banalities. Sending IM's to Bored Housewives. Hoping to score a virtual fuck.
Here are the practitioners Of vacuous prattle Exchanging <WEG>, NIFOC, a/s/l, a cipher wink ;-) (Pity those whose sophistication Peaks at TXT MSG articulation, Embellished with A keyboard emoticon).
Look at the lonely; Seeking Webcam soulmates 23/M /SE London - any f wanna chat? Hi, I'm Vicki, 19 - only 3 vouchers to see me strip. 'Join our Members area, 18 and over only - Provide Credit Card details as proof.'
Browse the kaleidoscope of triviality Slake the thirst for excess depravity. Breaststroke through the cyber filth, The piss and shit and vomit and cum Of twenty first century Anything Goes culture.
So where's it all heading, How will it end? In a deluge of prurience and lust? Are the triumphs of our forebears Destined to drown in A Googol-burst Big Bang?
Is this the Descent of Man?
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
HAIKU IVMy universe is not vast and limitless, it's A fading planet.
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
PERSPECTIVE
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
HAIKU VMore people, more oil Pumped for higher demand by More people; less oil.
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
A SMALLER PIE AND THINNER SLICES
We live in a world of finite resources Being consumed at a frightening pace When the gas and the oil have all been exhausted What is the future of our human race
It's not only fuels that become ever shorter For many are starving, with too little food, And thirsty as well with not enough water The prospect for billions is not looking good.
Think of resources - oil, gas, food and water As things that go into a weird sort of pie And each time we make it the pie just gets smaller But we all need a slice - or tomorrow we die.
Each day we have more and more mouths to feed So we tighten our belts and cut the pie thinner Until one day soon it won't cover our needs Thenwe end up as losers with no one a winner
We live in a world of expanding nations Ever greater demand on falling supply Will surely lead to increased confrontations With everyone wanting their fair share of pie.
We live in a world of the grossest extremes Millions of people with bellies unfilled While others have riches beyond wildest dreams The outcome one day will be 'kill or be killed.'
For these scarce resourceswe'll fight tooth and claw Collapse of society's a real possibility It's started already - the breakdown of law And what that'll mean is complete ANARCHY.
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
HAIKU VIWhen it's all finished Will anything grieve over Our arrogant race?
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
LEGACY - A SPACE ODYSSEY
Unlike Homer's ancient hero I shall not return - My journey is forever outward
No siren voices will divert me Though pause, I may, When so directed By programmed pulses from Mission Control.
Precision bytes across the ether, Minuscule nudges, Burn one, burn three, Veer half a degree, burn two, Fire retro, slow down, Burn two again, Lock in orbit, Start to monitor.
Beam back results: Atmosphere, surface, check for water, Carbon, methane, double helices.
Start booster, Onward, Ever deeper Till my digital whispers become ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo too faint ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo to detect, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo my antennae too feeble to receive.o Released then from My structured wanderings, I will drift forgotten for eternity Bearing greetings And icons Of a race long dead
No thing will savour man's dubious wisdom Unless by chance some alien life form Crawling the kerbs of a distant galaxy Picks me up, and - o Having probed and analysed - Spits me out.
| Haiku I | Bob's Vision | Haiku II | And by the Sixth Day | Haiku III | The Descent of Man | Haiku IV | Perspective | Haiku V | A Smaller Pie and Thinner Slices | Haiku VI | Legacy - A Space Odyssey | Haiku VII |
HAIKU VII HAIKU VIIPollution, famine Global warming, genocide: Revenge of Gaia.
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