Culture Cargo Cult

Just a quick heads up to say that recently I’ve been working on a new side project – a kind of poetry and prose journal site called Culture Cargo Cult.

Only just started posting work there having drummed up some submissions and if you’re a writer yourself and looking for a platform to share on then don’t hesitate to get in touch. You can find all the submission details over there. And if you’re a reader in search of something new be sure to check it out and spread the good word too if you get a chance.

So far I’ve not included any of my own work there although no doubt I will sooner or later. For now thought the focus is on finding other contributors and getting a feel for what sort of stuff it’ll cover.

Anyway – Culture Cargo Cult, have a look.

Atomic Age

Call this the atomic age
because we’ve split
separated right down the mind’s eye
and even my own selves
are strangers

neurotic and afraid
it’s all just a wait now,
for the wind to blow,
expansive clouds to form
and the disjointed
to become the destructive

No Cure for Shell Shock – Free eBook

No Cure for Shell Shock Cover

To start with the good bit – my collection of poetry and prose, No Cure for Shell Shock, is available as a free download if you just click below.

No Cure for Shell Shock (PDF)

No Cure for Shell Shock is intended as the antithesis to the war story. Each part of this collection of poetry and short pieces was designed to search for those lost, silent moments which shape the human experience of conflict but which are left unmarked and uncommented on in the aftermath.

Anti-war by intent the focus throughout is on the human, attempting to find the self that endures beyond comprehension and judgement.

I’ve decided to make it free, for now, because I honestly just wanted to give something away. It’s easy to get lost in the grind of writing when it’s so often overshadowed by the hyper-mercenary ‘creative industry’. You start to myopically focus all your attentions on becoming part of it, or generating enough cash to validate your work. Truth is though writing is writing, it might be tossed about and effected by the society it takes place in, but the joy of it is in the work itself, not in how it’s framed. Being able to just share something, share a set of thoughts and ideas I felt were important as I wrote them, is a nice break from that mentality and a minor rebellion against it. Plus you get a free book, so it’s nice all round.

To contradict that spirit a bit though – I’m not averse to money and I’m sure as hell not rich. So if you fancy chipping in to support my meagre lifestyle then you can also buy NCfSS as a paperback here. Or you can grab any of my other work of course. Plus you can donate with the button below, if you’re feeling overly rich and generous.

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You can also support me without spending a penny by recommending or reviewing my work on your platform of choice, it’s always appreciated.

For now though- enjoy.

– Dylan

Side note: I’ve made it available as a .pdf to start with as most devices can read them without problems. Plus, given that it’s a mix of poetry and prose, it’s hard to convert it into an epub (or similar) format without messing with the structure. If you don’t care about that and just want the words then I recommend Calibre for all your file conversion needs. Also, if you’re reading it on a phone or mobile device, Aldiko is a good ereader app – like Calibre it’s free.

Pay Down on Beauty

I want to put beauty down
create nothing more than delicate wonder
with a few simple words
laid down with no force
and no thought
but even beauty now seems to have owners
and whatever I can see
and love
seems to step into the copyright
of an indifferent class
who don’t see what they hold
but keep it in a death grip
nonetheless

And all I still own
is frustration
and anger
that no one values
at least not until markets shift
enough for even that
to be taken away

Possessions

You own the houses
the streets
the shops
the grass
the grey
the ground
the walls
the sky

There’s no taking them back
but do you have to take the rest?

Do you need the feelings?
the love
the anger
the security?

Do you need our past?
do you need every memory
every lost evening
every lazy day
every fear
and every hope?

You don’t even know you have them
but you do
and all we’ve got left
is the long list
of your possessions
and a fading memory
of where they came from