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A common hate enriched our love and us:
Escape to parasitic ease disgusts; discreet expensive hushes stifled us the plangent wines became acidulous
Rich foods knotted to revolting clots of guilt and anger in our queasy guts remembering the hungry comfortless.
In drafty angles of the concrete stairs or seared by salt winds under brittle stars we found a poignant edge to tenderness,
and, sharper than our strain, the passion against our land’s disfigurement and tension; hate gouged out deeper levels for our passion—
a common hate enriched our love and us.
From A Simple Lust, 1963
Untitled (6 November 2009)
They say they want us to succeed they say they wish us to be happy and they lie: their mouths are full of lies for they obstruct our efforts to make a living when there is room for both malls and street stalls?
Must the pursuit of profit govern our lives when nature sets an example we could follow she gives generously and unselfishly of herself for you, for me, for us all
Untitled (6 November 2009)
You can go to the malls if you choose they’ve been designed for your pleasure and the food is organically modified and sterilized and chemically prettified
Our stalls are the same as they’ve ever been they were good enough for the first traders our produce and our prices are good we depend on it for our livelihoods
You can go to the malls if you choose a foot-soldier in the march of progress swelling the profits of large corporations and unpicking the fabric of our nation
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