Evergreen Mother

Despite all our waste,
despite all our noise,
despite all our plastic
bottles and toys.

Despite our pollution,
despite toxic fumes,
despite all the minerals
we burn and consume.

Despite all our fighting,
despite all our wars,
despite all the pain
that nature endures.

Despite deforestation,
despite radiation,
despite the extinction
of her creation…

The evergreen planet
still provides and protects,
and sustains us with everything.
Lest we forget.

Yom Kippur, 2019

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Cosmic Poems

The Theory of Nothing
(or ‘Black Whole Sun’)

We are bones, made of stone,
we are multi-million year-old particles.
We are protons and neutrons,
atoms pulsating life.

We are nature, born wild,
we are organic, we were once seeds,
we grow in eggs,
we orbit the sun.

We are buds, we are saplings,
like the grass,
daisies and poppies, climbing
up from the earth.

Are we advanced biological systems,
miracles of rational science,
chemicals with consciousness
and electric brain waves?

We are visionary creators,
we colonise space and decipher the universe,
We are hunters, we are killers,
we are destroyers of worlds.

We are gods, we are god-like,
we are God. We are giants
walking on a tiny spec of dust,
gravitating towards the black hole.

We are lonely, reaching out to the stars.
When we die, we are nameless.
Yet, some minds travel faster
than the speed of light.


April 2018, in response to Stephen Hawking’s Brief History of Time

 

Humanoid XII

Homo sapien, homo erectus, homo sexual.
Mankind, humankind, human kindness.
Humanity, profanity, insanity, longevity.
Neanderthal man, aboriginal man, native man, modern man.
Woman, womankind, kind woman, womb man.
Mankind, childlike man, child of God.
God the father, the sun, the moon, the holy spirit.
The force, the energy that binds, between the lines,
of brain cells, the cosmic power, the evolutionary cycles.
Mind over matter, matter of fact, scientific proof,
science versus the soul, the rebirth of man, the recovery of spirit.
The collective mind, collective consciousness, collective human intelligence.
Beyond human knowledge, beyond comprehension, beyond everything.

Cave in the Cosmos

I once knew a friend, a cowboy of the cosmos,
who spoke of freedom, a path not travelled.
He went to the Peruvian jungle to confront his demons,
or something.
In hallucinogenic dreams he wandered, fighting darkness,
with the force of light, the kind of light that shines from words
hidden deep within the belly of the soul.
He travelled deeper and deeper inwards until he reached a cave.
Inside the cave he saw a candle shining, a yellowy, dreamy light
that called him closer, drawing him deeper into
the darkness, into danger, until he could almost touch
its flame, though he dared not extinguish its luminous power.
The candle flickered, almost conscious of his nervousness,
as he too felt its gentle energy.
Then all of a sudden it was daylight everywhere.
Green fields, bluest oceans and colourful birds nesting
in tall, fruitful trees. The day had once again won.
Though my friend now knew the cave’s secret –
that darkness and daylight were coexisting,
interdependent forces from the same one source.

September 2018, after visiting the Natural History Museum

The Qwerty Man

Qwerty Man temp cover

New dystopian satire novel set in future, where all digital words are traded.

(Published by 1984 Books, Oct 2017)

Now available on Amazon as eBook or paperback.

Type. Swipe. Don’t believe the hype.

“If words were the new currency, then Qwertex was the Royal Mint
and God was the jewel in the crown.”

“Oh no, not me, we never lost control.
You’re face to face with the man who sold the world.”
‘The Man Who Sold the World”, David Bowie

And so in December 2034 the word ‘God’ is released for sale.

In the not-so-distant future, every word typed, swiped, copied or pasted on any device has a price. This is the world created by Zach Webman, CEO and founder of Qwertex – the global marketplace of words and successor to the internet.

When Qwertex releases the rights of ‘God’ for auction, the sale of this multi-billion dollar PKW (Premium Keyword) kicks off a bitter bidding war. The Saudi Prince Abdullah IV, US President Jimmy Chang, Pope Luke Johnson and media mogul Michael Mendelsohn will do whatever it takes to win ‘God’.

In the month leading up to the live ‘SuperBid’ finale in Hollywood, Zach discovers his wife, Chloe, his PA, Mariana, and his only son, Ben, have betrayed him. All this is set against the turmoil of rising anti-Qwertex protests and global terrorist attacks. God only knows what Zach – the man who sold the word – will do.

What they said about The QWERTY MAN

“Like :)”
#Mark Zuckerberg

“A Godforsaken book that might just save humanity from technology.”
#Pope Francis

“Making people pay for words is not a bad thing. No-one reads better than me.”
#Donald Trump

ebook: https://www.amazon.com/Qwerty-Man-Type-Swipe-believe-ebook/dp/B076Q6G4FZ

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/QWERTY-MAN-Type-Swipe-believe/dp/1549774948

Dan Savery Raz is a Lonely Planet author based in Tel Aviv. The Qwerty Man is his debut novel. For more, see, http://www.danscribe.com

Copyright © 2017 by Dan Savery Raz
Published by 1984 Books.
http://www.1984-books.com

Throwing Stones

Throwing Brexit Stones

So it seems like the ‘brains’ behind the Brexit brand
were all to quick to quit this land,
Going back to the future of the 80s, man.
But those wordsmiths never had an exit plan.

It seems everyone got caught up in ‘Leave’ or ‘Remain’,
and forgot to ask, ‘Isn’t this question insane?’
Now the English are left with their miserable rain,
a self-made crisis, though little will change.

Throwing Chilcot Stones

Back then Iraq was called a ‘military intervention’,
yet no thought was given to life after ‘liberation’.
Did we really expect Iraqis to be thankful for annihilation?
And believe leaders were misled about ‘misinformation’?

Now I’m not one to say ‘I told you so’,
nor be a self-righteous sofa-sonic hero.
But Baghdad’s blood goes beyond Ground Zero,
and Bush and Blair were just Scorsese and De Niro.

Cheney, Rumsfeld and the other ‘architects’ of war,
had the blueprints mapped out long before,
Mickey Mouse stole the vote from ‘green’ Al Gore,
for lucrative arms deals behind closed doors.

Today we may joke about iron domes and drones,
a robotic future where ‘driverless tanks’ may roam,
like welcoming the Terminator into our homes,
‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone.’

Tel Aviv sofa, July 2016

Crystal White Night

I look up at the clear racist sky,
and wonder if a lullaby,
‘bout America’s black sheep, cotton and rye
could perpetrate the age-old lie.

And what did a Nazi salute by our young Queen,
on green royal grounds really mean?
On black and white film the Fuhrer was seen,
while men admired and conspired behind the scenes.

In 1933 it wasn’t about Czechs, Poles or Jews,
fascism was the future projected on the news.
An election where people don’t really get to choose,
causes a tidal wave of verbal and violent abuse.

Today messianic maniacs are still covering their faces,
with monstrous masks and white robes in places,
across the Deep South the kuklos embraces,
the supremacy of white among the races.

And was slavery abolished or simply replaced,
by a rotten economy that seeks to disgrace
the unknown untouchables who make up the base,
for the top trumps who have resources to waste?

Not so long ago, on a far away plain,
Ethiopian children were starving in vain.
Famine festers over and over again,
they said it was due to the lack of rain.

But I don’t believe in the maniac’s game,
whenever in time, it’s always the same –
preaching and swearing in God’s holy name,
‘save our country and family from the insane’.

So the pastors and clerics go to the extreme,
talking about Shariah Law in the American dream,
‘defending’ and ‘reclaiming’ are common themes,
but everything in this world is not as it seems.

There is a thin line between fascism and fear,
we watch it play out year after year.
It starts with preserving all that ‘we hold dear’,
and ends with ‘get them the hell out of here!’

It takes me back to Crystal Night,
and Auschwitz’s fires burning bright.
Now the sons of survivors abuse their right,
using their fathers’ revenge to continue the fight.

And was Gaza defense or a show of might
to crush a failed nation’s desperate plight?
For our children there is no solution in sight,
hence peaceful poets must continue to write.

Whether Cambodia, Rwanda, Iraq or at home,
the racist sky covers us all like a dome,
while hi-tech fighter jets, missiles and drones,
are just a new way of throwing stones.

Dan Savery Raz, July 2015

 

A view of a Jewish-run shop in Germany, after being vandalized by Nazis and covered with anti-Semitic graffiti, on Nov. 10, 1938.

A view of a Jewish-run shop in Germany, after being vandalized by Nazis and covered with anti-Semitic graffiti, on Nov. 10, 1938.