David Cunliffe has posted a short poem about politics over on Red Alert. I’ve reproduced it here, but added some selected verses from Howl by Alan Ginsberg. See if you can tell who wrote which line:
Politics For separates the politicians from the people.
It does not begin with those it seeks to serve.
It does not build trust, but breeds cynicism.
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic
Politics With starts with being. Not doing, not telling.
Spectral nations! invincible mad houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
It comes from the heart. The gut, not the head.
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body!
It is grounded in relationship.
It is built through partnership.
Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!
It is about the We stuff, not the Me stuff.
Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
About a fair chance for every Kiwi kid.
Whatever their situation or the size of their parents’ wallet.
What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
It means working together for a better future for all of us.
Ten years’ animal screams and suicides!
Politics With is worth fighting for.
It is in our DNA.
And how we must be.
Crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons.