THE NEW NORMAL is quiet
The New Normal
is quiet --
Quiet as the eucalyptus forest
after the firestorm,
after the loss of koala, kangaroo, birdsong,
and after the Murray-Darling shrivels, shrinks, subsides --
its once-languorous vein stretches tangled and dry.
Instead, upon its heat-cracked bed,
bloated, stinking fish writhe in their dance of death.
to silent Spring.
Quiet Australians choke on smoke --
they mouth submission
herded and cowed
under the hammer of slogans,
under the sickle of Planetary Death,
that their baseball-capped medicine-man invokes.
Spin, as flattering as medals,
stirs the myth of glory --
of blokes, of battle, of jingoistic pride.
Forgetfulness seduces minds and hearts,
seeps under the skin of the Chosen --
the Quiet ones --
Those primed to boost their leader’s cause.
Adaptation to a withered planet?
More like vain sacrifice --
sacrifice to the twin-headed fetish of Profit and Progress,
who lure the masses, lemming-like, into Gogol’s lower depths.
And when their snake-oil-salesman leader brays the slogan, ‘Adaptation’,
his media-addled followers bend in supplication,
as cheering coal marketeers bear fake-witness
before his murky Royal Commission.
But hush --
Be very quiet.
Hear the stillness.
Feel the beating pulse awaken underfoot --
eager as a baby’s heartbeat,
strong as Life itself.
it channels the songlines of ‘Those Who Listen’,
it travels the oceans in female form,
it flows in the veins of eco-sages:
Its vision shines a beacon -- on a path to shared renewal.
- An homage to David Attenborough, Rachel Carson and her book 'Silent Spring'
COPYRIGHT: MAGZ MORGAN 2020
Has anything changed?
The receptivity of the masses is very limited, their intelligence is small, but their power of forgetting is enormous.
In consequence of these facts, all effective propaganda must be limited to a very few points and must harp on these in slogans until the last member of the public understands
what you want him to understand by your slogan.
― Adolf Hitler
Australia is a lucky country run mainly by second rate people who share its luck. It lives on other people’s ideas, and, although its ordinary people are adaptable, most of its leaders (in all fields)
so lack curiosity about the events that surround them
that they are often taken by surprise.
- Donald Horne, from his book The Lucky Country 1964.