Category Archives: wealth

HP Lovecraft Revisited Sonnet

Liv Rainey-Smith

I want to write a Lovecraft styled story
Of unmentionable devil worship
With gothic purple prose so hoary
That readers will follow my judgeship

But instead of casting shade on “mongrel
Cults of 3rd world brown associations”
It will track the horrors of Brown and Yale
(& those bourgeois white affiliations)

I’ll show how Zuckerberg, Gates & Buffet
Worship the tentacle faced deity
& the invisible hand men suffers
To perform ghoulish impropriety

The racist cruelty of H.P. Lovecraft
Describes the 1%’s bloodthirsty laugh

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Exotic Queens



Working class Queens is as exotic

As Tibet, Samarkand or Guyana

But to see it’s a trip quixotic

You leave New York for this nirvana

New York fled Manhattan years ago

The place anyone could live is gone

To the outer boroughs we did flow

From the wave of wealth we fled anon

While Brooklyn has the wealthy virus

Queens remains open territory

Un conquered by 1%’s Cyrus

All nations are in inventory

Most of Queens remains ungentrified

Because here neighborhoods never died

Evolutionary Paradise



So Paradise is inevitable

All the good books guarantee pure subjects

These encourage actions desirable

But are the facts science seems to reject

Perhaps we are just fortunate primates

Filling evolutionary niches

We are the best versions of the bonobo apes

Plying tools and speech into our riches

Personally the stories of heaven

Attract me because stories always do

Dense carbohydrates of life they leaven

(Even if they are not remotely true)

If you’re looking for heaven’s paradise

Enjoy today, that’s my only advice

Jose Ortega y Gasset Meets Ice T

I’m glad American’s are doing well

And we keep accumulating things

I believe this is a marvelous Hell

That we can buy such so many belongings

The toys & luxuries of the Pharaohs  

Available to sisters & brothers

Wealth & pride of material composed

These “things” that separate us  from “others”*

We now have wealth’s magic appliances

Walls festooned with numbing moving paintings

Gadgets & trinkets of alliances

Made between us & power’s restrainings

All “the [simple] comforts we demanded

[Are now] mandatory” & commanded

Elevated Subway Sonnet



Elevated subways arrive with force

Rumbling, earth shaking thunder under foot

Terrifying physics without remorse

They’re massive dragons that we tolerate

As they rumble off into the distance

With inhaled passengers from the platform

They seem light serpentine monsters of chance

Bending and curving to the land conformed

Watching elevated trains snake around

The buildings and steeples of our New York

Is both magical as well as profound

Making umpteen tons seem float like cork

The iron gìant that we rely on/

Ferocious, fearful and yet somehow wan

•In The Heart Of The Sea• (haiku review)

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33. Finished history/
Of whaling shipwreck •Essex•/
(Cannibalism)/
#haiku

34. The Inspiration/
For Melville’s book •Moby Dick•/
Was a gripping read/
#haiku

35. Interestingly/
The Blacks were eaten up first/
(Not those who jumped ship)/
#haiku

36. A heroic tale/
Of 19th Century life:/
“Life” wasn’t easy/
#haiku

37. Industrial life/
Aboard floating factories/
Of cetacean death/
#haiku

38a. Wealth cheapens living:/
The search for portable oil/
Displaced men’s labor/
#haiku

38b. Before oil reading/
Required tallow candles made/
Slowly, locally/
#haiku

38c. The cost of reading/
Or any nocturnal light/
Was prohibitive/
#haiku

39a. Ingenious workers/
Industrialized murder/
To enrich a few/
#haiku

39b. Ingenious workers/
Industrialized murder/
To light people’s nights/
#haiku

40. Whale oil lit the night/
Of Victorian bedrooms/
Permitting reading/
#haiku

41. The value of light/
So widely squandered today/
Was a luxury/
#haiku

42. Fine Parlor reading/
Made necessary whale oil/
Ere petroleum/
#haiku

43. Species’ destruction/
That some few might read at night/
(Free-market logic)/
#haiku

44. Men worked factories/
Floating charnel pyres making/
Convenience back home/
#haiku

45a. Inhumane danger/
Is the skeleton of ease/
In whaling’s lamp-light/
#haiku

45b. Inhumane danger/
Is the skeleton of ease/
(Modern convenience)/
#haiku

46. Like petroleum/
Labor is concentrated/
In oily barrels/
#haiku

47. Like petroleum/
We endanger some species/
So some can get rich/
#haiku

48. The logic of wealth/
Rationalizes taking/
For some to have more/
#haiku

49. Whalers risked their lives/
On floating slaughterhouses/
For decent payouts/
#haiku

50. We risk the planet/
For digital convenience/
Fueled by whaling’s heirs/
#haiku

51. The planet marches/
Down the path oil’s wealth has paved/
(Ease “über allës”)/
#haiku

52. The Essex’s men/
Three months at sea without aid/
Lived heroically/
#haiku

53. Difficult living/
Impossible to survive/
There is much to learn/
#haiku

Spatial Mass Production of Oppression Sonnet

20140618-093744-34664696.jpgGleaming galvanized mass-produced fences/
Looping concertina wire, chain-linked checks/
Assembled minimum wage defenses/
Adorns buildings old & new: the hex/

The architecture of oppression has become/
Leitmotif of modern society/
Protection of pecuniary sums/
From unwashed masses of the laity/

Grand spaces of former democracy/
Grows the mold of Guantanamo’s new style/
Easily assembled theocracy/
Detritus of oppression by the mile/

Freedom will be stolen by production/
Not some foreign uniformed invasion*/

*Not some swarthy brown person invasion/