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The day had drunken deep of me
as I lay in the cool and white
dry drizzle woke me in the night
a buzzing little bee
struggling to enter the electric bloom
of the kitchen light

And on this incandescent loom
the final fire of the day
like Icarus in his cold ire
dead certain like a psychopath
pitting his wings against the heat
the day was what kept him alive
I tapped the switch, unbarred the glass
eavesdropping until he was gone
on the hive

Kai Lossgott

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What we dream of

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we sell our bodies and our time
in order that we may survive
but what survives is nothing but
being satisfied with what we’ve got:

There are blue collars
and then there are blue skies, there
are dreams of starlight and
then there are lies
disguised tomorrows
in today,
there are dreams
of dishwashing machines
and tee vee sets, dreams
of forests one forgets
with cars and hungry
mouths to feed
we follow in the New
World dream, we pass in front – who
can still see behind the object
our real dreams?

What did you dream
when you were young
before you learnt
what could be done
and what was better
left alone
and what was better to dream of

to dream of living with
a spouse and kids and pets
becomes a dream
of owning things
which one forgets
a dream
of owning other people’s love
with things.

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Biography

German-born, Kai Lossgott lives and works in Cape Town. In search of poetry, he travelled from paper to canvas, from theatre to film, and into digital media. In his performances, poems, experimental films and plant leaf engravings, he investigates biophysical language patterns and the vulnerable instincts which drive them sensitivity, silence, and acts of sensing. In a human-centred world, his aim is most often to work from a life-centred perspective.

Kai Lossgott

kai lossgott
kai lossgott

Biography

German-born, Kai Lossgott lives and works in Cape Town. In search of poetry, he travelled from paper to canvas, from theatre to film, and into digital media. In his performances, poems, experimental films and plant leaf engravings, he investigates biophysical language patterns and the vulnerable instincts which drive them sensitivity, silence, and acts of sensing. In a human-centred world, his aim is most often to work from a life-centred perspective.

light

Enlarge poem

The day had drunken deep of me
as I lay in the cool and white
dry drizzle woke me in the night
a buzzing little bee
struggling to enter the electric bloom
of the kitchen light

And on this incandescent loom
the final fire of the day
like Icarus in his cold ire
dead certain like a psychopath
pitting his wings against the heat
the day was what kept him alive
I tapped the switch, unbarred the glass
eavesdropping until he was gone
on the hive

Featured Poem:

What we dream of

Enlarge poem

we sell our bodies and our time
in order that we may survive
but what survives is nothing but
being satisfied with what we’ve got:

There are blue collars
and then there are blue skies, there
are dreams of starlight and
then there are lies
disguised tomorrows
in today,
there are dreams
of dishwashing machines
and tee vee sets, dreams
of forests one forgets
with cars and hungry
mouths to feed
we follow in the New
World dream, we pass in front – who
can still see behind the object
our real dreams?

What did you dream
when you were young
before you learnt
what could be done
and what was better
left alone
and what was better to dream of

to dream of living with
a spouse and kids and pets
becomes a dream
of owning things
which one forgets
a dream
of owning other people’s love
with things.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

light

Enlarge poem

The day had drunken deep of me
as I lay in the cool and white
dry drizzle woke me in the night
a buzzing little bee
struggling to enter the electric bloom
of the kitchen light

And on this incandescent loom
the final fire of the day
like Icarus in his cold ire
dead certain like a psychopath
pitting his wings against the heat
the day was what kept him alive
I tapped the switch, unbarred the glass
eavesdropping until he was gone
on the hive

Comments

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