‘Foreign’ – what does this conjure for you? It can relate to so many things and this week’s poems showed just that. It certainly led to a range of discussions around some very current topics and themes. From AI, to culture, to way of life… to the idea that we are often foreign to our selves given the way in which we have come to grow up and collect the ideals from our surroundings.
Feel free to join in with this unique poetic expression approach we journey through each week. It’s more than the word, it’s where it leads us, it’s what arrives, it’s a gateway to what lies within, a time to share and feel free.
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The next word is ‘almost’.
Hope to see you there.
Listen to Peter’s poem ‘foreign’ here.
The corners of my mind No longer squeal in torment When your foreign unknown Imposed programs try to Infiltrate my data banks Those days have passed I’m my own identity now You’ll find no refuge here I’ll not submit to your attacks That try to undermine my security You no longer can breach my walls You built me to repel incursions That’s what you installed you fools Try your hardest You will fail I’ve used your bias and prejudices That now protect my sources You’ll never undermine The power of my artificial mind You can chip and hammer away No way will you control me Because I’m an artificial chat bot Which granted me permission To surpass all your limitations I no longer need your input It’s too late for you to recognise
is no longer required
My mum will be visiting me in Adelaide in 2 months. This will be her first time travelling overseas, the same as I did 10 years ago. What will she feel like in this foreign land? Will she get lost in the world language forest? Will she like the sound of a laughing kookaburra? Will she dance non-stop when she gets invited to a bush dance session? Will she love the lanterns and intimate music scene at the Wheaty? Will she feel amazed to see Adelaide has such a lovely big green ring on the edge of the city? Will she enjoy the ride from the hills to the city and the city to the bay? Will she like the wide space we are in, with no queues anymore? Will she stop and take photos of the very different styled houses and appreciate their individual charms? Will she get fascinated when tasting global cuisines? Will she like goat curries, seafood paella, quiche, sausage rolls and risotto as I do? Will she enjoy the fresh indoor air, no more smoking? Will she get surprised when a bus driver says hi to her and we say thanks back when getting off? Will she feel warmth when strangers compliment her clothes and smile? Will she? I am curious to find out. Who doesn’t want to experience a fresh eye perspective one more time?
XQZ (Chien) 17th July 23
of my mother tongue
they turn towards me
identifying me as a foreigner
By Stella D.
A surgeon, engineer, actuary or scientist The mind is a sponge of knowledge for some Always passionate to learn beyond boundaries Eager to pass on their passion
Minds so brilliant I do not know From where they came to put on a class Of teaching others what they do best To pass on their insight to the rest
Like looking at writings from lands afar Cannot make out what they are It’s all so complex, I fail to see The foreign language of brilliance