Deus Ex Machina: God From The Machine

By Richard Pye

Deus ex machina is commonly translated as 'god from the machine'. Here, it is a social poetry collection attempting to explore the very broad canvas of the UK today: Our politics, media, our elites and the impending election does not hold answers or solutions, but this collection tries to hold the attention and engage with a few of the magnificent kind, caring, angry people that still remain in the world who baulk at the rampant unfairness and inequality and who long for tangible change.
If this collection forces a single individual to question what is enough for us, and on what side of history is the right place for us to be now, then it might just have been a half of a brush stroke towards a different future.
A proportion of any profit gained will be donated to the Trussell Trust, who do so much to aid those most grossly hit by the inequality of our age, and a proportion will be donated to the Green Party, to invest in a future politics that works for the common good and the benefit of the many, rather than the few.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard Pye
• Release date: May 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311369819

Richard Pye

Bloodletting words since '82

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DEUS EX MACHINA

god from the machine

RICHARD PYE

Artwork: Class Warfare, by Thomas Dowdeswell

Design: Gavin Brightman

In our age there is no such thing as 'keeping out of politics.' All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred and schizophrenia.

George Orwell

Contents

Deus ex machina: god from the machine

The Forgotten

What did you do today?

Punchline

Paper and Ink

Monopoly Man

1%

Moments

Hope and Truth talk of Power

Forgetful hopeful dreams

The train

Deo: ex machine

Mills and mines

We’ll still be here

Watermelon

Same difference

Forged and formed

Goin’ hungry

March

Deus ex machina: god from the machine

Deus ex machina is commonly translated as ‘god from the machine’. It is a term coined for a plot device whereby seemingly unsolvable plot tangles suddenly resolve themselves as the minutes and pages of books and plays run low. Invariably, this is by means previously unforeseen in the narrative, by the reader and in most cases, by the writer too. This contraption materialises and neatly wraps a transcendent bow about the waving strands of the story, bringing it to a rapid close, pleading silently with you not to ask awkward questions.

In today’s choreographed, mechanical and digitised culture, with its contrivance of solutions and longed for intervention from some hidden, divine and