A Prayer

This is a poem I wrote in 2011, at about the same time as The Task. Afterwards, I realised it was essentially a prayer, hence the title. I can safely say it’s the first prayer I have ever written.

O sharp wind of the East
I’ve strayed so far so long from what is true
Come blow away this fog of lies
And let me know the stars

O serpent of the South
Consume me with your fiery sun-cursed rage
Burn out the moisture from my soul
And harden my intent

O waters of the West
Swell up within me as a tide of tears
To wash away the doubt and pain
And drench me with the moon

O darkness of the North
Please take me back to what I really am
Tear out my heart, my eyes, my mouth
And make me whole inside
Prepare me for the sacrifice
I know I dream I need

Rise In Me

(A song)

Mother Moon looks down in misery
Her children born in slavery
Once proud, now brittle and bereft
All the stolen land and stolen years
The stolen hope and borrowed fears
See now, how little we have left

And we summon all our ancestors
From twilight where the spirit stirs
Between what was and what is yet to be
And we call upon their ancient source
Of joyful and courageous force
And beg that they would rise to set us free

When the factories consume our souls
We’re playing parts and digging holes
To bury our untamed identity
And the cage is so invisible
That every individual
Thinks this is just the way it has to be

And we summon all our ancestors
From twilight where the spirit stirs
Between what was and what is yet to be
And we call upon their ancient source
Of joyful and courageous force
And beg that they would rise to set us free

Now the summer sky has turned to death
And, withered by its toxic breath,
The trees, the plants, the creatures are in pain
And we know there’s nothing more to lose
Our only chance is to refuse
To kneel before their lies and guns again

And we summon all our ancestors
From twilight where the spirit stirs
Between what was and what is yet to be
And we call upon their ancient source
Of joyful and courageous force
And beg that they would rise to set us free
Rise in me…..

Paul Cudenec

Writing on the web

Here are some links to a few bits I’ve written that have appeared on the web.

By far the longest of these is 47 Random Fragments of Unauthorised Hope and Despair, which I wrote in 2004-05, and was published online by The Porkbolter newsletter in Worthing.

As the name suggests, it consists of a number of (well, yes, 47) separate stories that together make up a whole.

These range from extremely short satirical ‘news stories’ to longer tales, but they are all bound together by central themes of freedom, authenticity and resistance.

At around the same time The Anarchist Library posted on its site an article of mine called Towards the End of the Week: The Tyranny of Time that originally apppeared in Green Anarchist.

More recently, in November 2009, I posted a poem/song called They All Wear Their Poppies With Pride on Indymedia and I was chuffed to see it appear on a few other sites as well.

Errr… that seems to be about it! Obviously I have written other stuff in the meantime, but it’s either been anonymous, collaborative, ephemeral or simply not good enough to inflict on anyone else.

I will post some previously unpublished material here at a later date. Like it or not!

Cheers

P@ul