Poem 432 – Redacted

Trust.

Vote for trusts.

Vote for who trusts you.

Vote for who you trust TO serve you

Vote for who you trust TO serve your interest

Vote for who you trust TO serve you
It’s very interesting.

Vote for who you trust TO serve you
It’s very interesting
Choosing who’ll rule

Vote for who you trust TO serve you
It’s very interesting
We HaVe to InTereSt you
n choosing who’ll rule

Vote for who you trust TO serve you
think you like me, ThAt’s VeRy interesting
BeCause we HaVe to InTereSt you
n choosing who’ll rule

Vote for who you trust TO serve you
I think you like me, ThAt’s VeRy interesting
BeCause we hate to give the ordinary people
Information that regards The Secrets of governing
When choosing who’ll rule

Vote for who you trust TO serve you
I think you like me
Though at heart I seem to be
Venal, hungry, uninterested in your suffering
BeCause we hate to give the ordinary people
Information that regards The Secrets of governing
When choosing who’ll rule

Vote for who you trust TO serve you
I think you should think like me
Though at heart I seem to be
Venal, hungry, uninterested in your suffering
belive you’re Its cause
No, we hate to give the ordinary people
Information that regards The Secrets of governing
When choosing who’ll rule.

Vote for who you trust TO serve you
I think you should think like me
Though at heart I seem to be
Venal, hungry, uninterested in your suffering
I believe you’re Its cause.
No we hate to give the ordinary people
Information that regards
A thousand sinful undeclared effects of our governing
When choosing who’ll have power to rule.

Vote for who you trust, buask whdeserveyour
Vote for who you trust, but ask what, no demand that those who serve you
Tell you what they’re doing
I think you should think, just ask, like me
Though at heart they might seem to be

Venal, hungry, uninterested in your suffering
I believe you’re their apathy‘s cause.
Now we must say:
Even if it’s happening far too late

It’s time to give the ordinary people
Information that regards
A thousand sinful undeclared effects of your governing
When we’re choosing who’ll have power to rule.

Vote for who you trust, but ask what y’re doing
I think you should think like me
Though I might seem to be
Uninterested in your suffering
I believe you’re the apathy’s cause
We must say it’s far too late
To give the ordinary people
Information that regards
A thousand effects of our governing
When we’re choosing who’ll have power to rule.

Vote for who you trust but you seem to be
Uninterested in your suffering’s cause
It’s far too late to get
Information that regards
A thousandth o’ ower rule.

Vote for who you trust, but ask who deserves your vote

Vote for who you trust.

Vote, or trust.

Trust.

Us.

***

Dear readers,

It has been some time, I am aware, since the last post, but I wrote this and wanted a ‘trial run’ of it before developing the idea further. The idea is fairly simple – the UK has an election. As my civil service friends tell me, ‘I have no idea what it’s really like’. No, I don’t. And thanks to classification and deliberate obfuscation, there’s precious little chance that I ever will have an idea of what it’s really like.

So, what’s with this long poem. In case it isn’t obvious, it starts out with a ‘heavily-redacted’ version of the poem, and then gradually expands until the whole, unauthorised, version is revealed, and then adapted by a different voice – probably a tenor. Then the redaction kicks in again until finally you end with possibly my favourite two lines – the last two.

What would I like to do in the longer term with this? Ideally, find a composer (or do it myself) who’d be willing to try setting this in a similar manner. It might be difficult, but I’d love to see and hear the result.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

Poem 431 – Sunset at Heathrow

Sunset over Heathrow,
Behind the great steel eagles
In rows – no, not eagles,
But a pod of beached whales,
Their endless journey ended,
Dying with the dying day.

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Dear readers,

A fairly long post today – but in short, regular updates are going to now ‘officially’ stop. I’ve been keeping my schedule since August 2012, but nowadays I have a job and many more commitments than I did back then. You’ve probably noticed that I’ve been missing posts – although you seemed to like my catch-up day, if I can’t commit to regular updates I won’t. Particularly because I want this blog to be something I update with poems that I really enjoyed writing and spent time crafting, rather than being a chore. Sometimes I’ve just dashed off a quick poem with no real quality, just because I’ve felt guilty if I haven’t.

So, after over two years of regular blogging and 431 poems, what have I learnt?

  1. Blogs are a great way to give you discipline as a writer – and with that regular practice comes skill.
  2. If the blog isn’t a way to secure your livelihood, it’s ghastly thinking of it as work. Making content just to get traffic/likes is pointless. That said, there have been times when I’ve published work knowing that regular readers will enjoy it, and been very pleased to see when they have liked it. But that’s personal, and this blog has been.
  3. Sometimes what does get traffic will surprise you. My two most popular poems have been consistently ‘Your Lust’ and The Harvest Mouse’. The former, it turns out, is the name of a website that provides material of a decidedly… adult nature, which appears to be popular in India. I decided not to change the name though. The latter, however, I still have no idea about why it’s popular. It seems to be one of the only poems about harvest mice, and consistently gets attention, despite being the eighth poem I wrote so long ago in 2012. Beyond that, love poetry remains consistently popular.
    On the other hand, some of the projects I’ve done out of my personal love – like the ‘After Other Works’ section of the archive, and ‘Hyacintos’, and most of the more experimental poetry – have been very unpopular. It’s a shame, but I can see why. I enjoyed them anyway, particularly the half-year of ‘Paradise Lost’.
  4. I don’t know if there’s any way to get people to comment – but on the rare moments that they do, it’s great to hear from readers. They’re often very sweet.
  5. Blogging is hard work. Learn when you can say that other things are more important.

Beyond that, there’s probably lots more I could say but will leave aside. There will, of course, be more poems, but I can’t say when they’ll come. But until then,

Addio,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

P.S./Update

I would quite like to share the most-read poems this blog has ever produced. Perhaps one day I’ll return to regular blogging, and these will be my guide.

That said, I will return in the next few days to update this post with my all-time personal favourite posts. Because what use is a poet without strong personal affections?

Poem 430 – 24:00

The day is over and so this song
Must close the mighty throng
Of four-and-twenty verses with little merit or skill;
Perhaps they gave a little thrill,
But if they did not, take comfort that
They end here, and that is that.

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Dear readers,

The response to this has been incredible, if ridiculous. I’m glad that you like the poems, and seeing the good response roll in all day has been fantastic. Thank you all.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic