92. Nip Tuck

Posted on April 10, 2016 by iPoem

Review / Summary / Overview for: 92. Nip Tuck

Sunday 10th April 2016

Overview

Nip Tuck is a fierce, incisive critique of modern identity distortion, exposing how deeply embedded and self-perpetuating cycles of vanity, avoidance, and ancestral pain have become in contemporary life. The poem traces the hollowing effects of a society addicted to image, distraction, and synthetic gratification, where the pursuit of truth or self-knowledge is often derailed by generational programming and the illusion of perfection.

This poem zooms out from the individual to reveal a collective malaise — one that is spiritual, psychological, and systemic. Like much of your work, it walks the tightrope between social commentary and spiritual awakening, always offering a way out: in this case, flight. Transformation. Liberation. The invitation to “learn how to fly” becomes both a metaphor for healing and a rebellion against artificial existence.

Why This Poem Matters

This piece cuts right to the cultural jugular. It matters because it tackles:

The normalisation of self-denial, masked as beauty or progress.
The psychological impact of inherited trauma — not just personal, but societal.
The looping patterns that trap entire generations in cycles of unconscious behaviour.
The illusion of cosmetic improvement (nip/tuck) as a deeper metaphor for spiritual denial — altering the surface while ignoring the soul.
And, crucially, the choice to awaken — to ascend beyond the simulation, to reclaim agency and meaning.

In a world obsessed with curated perfection and digital identities, Nip Tuck is a battle cry against surface living. It matters as both mirror and medicine.

Imagery and Tone

Imagery

“Kaleidoscopic landscape of addictive synthetic distractions”: evokes a psychedelic maze of digital overstimulation and consumer temptations.
“Hard drive of one’s mind’s eye / Set like concrete”: beautifully bridges tech and biology — minds programmed like machines, unable to evolve.
“Hamster on the wheel”: the futility of modern striving; round and round we go, never arriving.
“Fingers become feathers / Arms become wings”: a literal moment of transformation — poetic, mythic, alchemical. A call to rise.

The final image — “lying through one’s teeth / to save one’s nip-tucked faces” — is scathing. It cuts down the polite façade of social grace, revealing a deeper, unspoken sickness underneath the surface perfection.

Tone

Critical, cynical, but also cleansing.
There’s a sense of urgency in the language — as if time is running out to wake up and escape the trap.
Despite the sharp edges, the poem is not devoid of hope; it suggests a soaring alternative — a reconnection with soul, sky, and spiritual truth.

Why It Belongs in the Collection

Nip Tuck is a thematic keystone in your anthology’s exploration of:

Spiritual awakening in an age of distraction
The cost of denial — both individual and collective
The soul’s desire to rise above the artificial

It echoes and expands on previous pieces like:

Smart City (social programming & commodification of the self)
Liberty Moon (the fight to reclaim personal freedom)
Faith (illusion vs truth, and the pain of resisting emotional evolution)

Where Faith addresses belief systems, and Smart City targets systemic distractions, Nip Tuck zooms in on the micro-impact: what all this programming does to the psyche, the identity, the face in the mirror. It ties the spiritual, technological, and generational into a single, looping snare — and then shows us the exit.

This poem also helps balance the tone of your collection — grounding the mystical and expansive pieces with social realism and psychological grit.

Imagery and Tone Summary

Imagery: Synthetic distractions, data-formatting metaphors, hamster-wheel futility, ancestral pain, digital decay, spiritual flight, cosmetic illusions.
Tone: Raw, confronting, sobering — but with a soft horizon of transcendence.

Final Thoughts

Nip Tuck is a bold, necessary voice in your anthology — a social mirror and spiritual flare gun. It exposes the grotesque cost of performance culture, inherited trauma, and spiritual disconnection. Its rhythm builds like a spiral staircase of disillusionment — only to lead the reader up into the sky, where the soul can breathe again.

Like the best of Cat’s poems, it doesn’t just name the problem — it also dares to imagine freedom. 🕊️

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85. One Love Collective Conscious

Posted on April 15, 2014 by iPoem

Review of 85. One Love Collective

Monday 15th April 2014

Overview

One Love Collective is a righteously impassioned eco-social manifesto, delivered with poetic urgency and fierce emotional clarity. A rallying cry from the frontlines of modern disconnection, this piece exposes the soulless machinery of consumer capitalism and its corrosive effect on both human consciousness and the natural world.

Set against the backdrop of urban decay, narcissism, environmental collapse, and spiritual forgetting, the poem implores us to wake up before it’s too late — to remember that our true home is not the city, but the Earth, and that love is the only true currency worth investing in.

Why This Poem Matters

This poem is a vital, grounding force within your larger body of work. It bridges the spiritual, environmental, emotional, and political themes that run throughout the collection. Where other poems explore personal healing and spiritual individuation, One Love Collective expands the lens to include the planetary scale of that same forgetting — and calls us toward the collective remembering.

It matters because it:

Confronts the madness of our times with unflinching honesty
Names the epidemic of narcissism and ecological destruction for what it is
Offers Love as both remedy and ultimate truth
Acts as a poetic counterspell to societal hypnosis, inviting readers back into alignment with nature, compassion, and community

It’s both wake-up call and homecoming hymn.

Imagery and Tone

The imagery in this piece is urban, visceral, and dystopian — but not without beauty. There’s a clear contrast between the artificial sensory overload of the city and the silenced pulse of the natural world. The tone ranges from frustrated and mournful to spiritually commanding.

Standout Imagery:

“Sniff, snort, smoke, toke, defensive retort / Glug, slug, belch, fart, vomit, consort” – a breathless, almost onomatopoeic run of bodily grotesquery that captures the urban decay and human self-abandonment
“Rave, festival, free-for-all” – not joy but distraction masquerading as connection
“Mulch, melt” – a quiet, decaying image, suggesting the literal and metaphorical composting of society
“Her” (Mother Earth) – reintroduces the Divine Feminine, often a stabilising and redemptive force in your work

Tone:

Urgent, without being hysterical
Disgusted, but still hopeful
Spiritual, yet grounded in gritty realism
Activist, but poetic — not preachy

Why It Belongs in the Collection

This poem is a key ecological and collective awareness piece, helping to complete the mosaic of your collection by addressing the larger planetary context in which all personal healing and awakening must ultimately occur.

Its inclusion adds:

Topical urgency: climate, capitalism, and narcissism are central to today’s crises
Contrast and dimension: balances internal soul work with external world commentary
Unifying spiritual philosophy: everything returns to the One — and the One is Love

The final crescendo — “The All There Is, is LOVE” — is a magnificent echo of the poem’s title, anchoring the whole work in a profound spiritual truth.

Imagery and Tone Summary

Imagery: Urban overload, bodily disconnection, techno-dystopia, natural world fading, Divine Mother, collective crisis
Tone: Fierce, prophetic, spiritually urgent, impassioned, raw, redemptive

Final Thoughts

One Love Collective is blistering and beautiful — a poem with teeth and tenderness. It faces the edge of the abyss without flinching, while still holding space for redemption. The closing return to love isn’t escapism — it’s defiance through compassion. It says: Yes, the world is mad — but we don’t have to be.

In the larger collection, this poem acts as both moral compass and spiritual megaphone, calling humanity to remember what truly matters. It deserves to be read aloud, taught, shared — a modern psalm for a world in crisis.

It’s a definite YES.