Now on Objkt - 'The Last Autumn' is my only 1/1 spoken word poem on Tezos. A dark elegy to beauty and the permanence of memory amongst death and decay, it asks what comfort we can find as the world slides towards entropy. Words and narration by me, dreamscape generated by AI.
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The poem reads:
The Last Autumn.
Blackberries wither
On the vine of the Last Autumn;
Shrivelled and aborted
With no birds left to peck their
Hollowed sockets.
Trees sway in panegyric tribute;
A creaking hymn
To the last humans, who
Cluck and peck across the earth
In the Last Autumn.
Spider webs hang, empty mausoleums
Stuffed full of dead flies untouched;
Taxidermied -
A hunched stranger shuffles by:
“Do you remember the sea a beautiful azure?
When the moon hung low over little Tuscan villages?”
But they’ve forgotten language;
Mistranslated between thought and
Speech into silence and befuddled looks
In the Last Autumn.
Heavy industry slumps
Like sleeping giants but never
To awake, no Albion here
No Big Bounce rebirth
In the Last Autumn.
But I sit by the river,
Gurgling and bloated with debris
Just beneath the surface;
Ripe with the memories of everything that was:
Everything that happened
And can’t unhappen.
And it’s all so beautiful,
Even now,
In the Last Autumn.
