The Knowing

Scream screens poem by Judas1

Long before me, the world was, and long after me, the world will still be.

On screens, magazines and all staged scenes, shrill shrieking all attention seeking: The world keeps turning and talking until the end of my discourse. The world is until it isn't, and then perhaps it never, and was it really ever?


The knowing poem

The suns glow, the winds blow, the rivers flow and the trees grow: In the immensity of time and space, the world we know will come and go, leaving no trace of our place. And within 100 years, it won't matter.



Once you're dead, the world no longer exists for you. The world no longer matters to the dead and it might as well not exist. In mind of this, does it matter while we are alive?

Fuck it all, for it does not matter. It has never mattered, but it is a laugh. It is a lark, and the food ain't half bad, indeed it's bloody good.



Hindsight, Hereafter, Planet, City, Perplexed, Worlds



Hurdy gurdy man, Donovan 1968

We didn't start the fire. Music by Billy Joel 1989

Did You Know Him? Music by Michael Andrews 2000

Greensleeves. Music English folk song c.1580

Forrest Gump Soundtrack. Music by Alan Silvestri 1994



M. C. Esher, 1898–1972



Donnie Darko, 2001