Saturday, February 04, 2017

and failure's no success at all

Once success called out, "hey!
Coming my way?"
I stood on corner, traffic
passing both ways, mute.
By nitefall, cobwebs
Closing ears and eyes,
i fell, into no way...
That I know

Friday, February 03, 2017

it's not a game

We might become human.

But not yet.

It requires intelligence and a good heart.

Without these, we become bigoted and buffoonish cartoon characters.

It seems there's a choice. The smart boys want you to play.

Leave it be.

Don't.

Walk away.

Thursday, February 02, 2017

arriving feeling experiencing thinking exploring

Pre
sent
ing

Day

(Finally, a feast for contemporary mind.)

against injustice, ignorance, and lust,

Ella Wheeler Wilcox died in 1919. Here is a poem of hers still breathing 98 years later:
Protest
To sin by silence, when we should protest,
Makes cowards out of men. The human race
Has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised
Against injustice, ignorance, and lust,
The inquisition yet would serve the law,
And guillotines decide our least disputes.
The few who dare, must speak and speak again
To right the wrongs of many. Speech, thank God,
No vested power in this great day and land
Can gag or throttle. Press and voice may cry
Loud disapproval of existing ills;
May criticise oppression and condemn
The lawlessness of wealth-protecting laws
That let the children and childbearers toil
To purchase ease for idle millionaires.
Therefore I do protest against the boast
Of independence in this mighty land.
Call no chain strong, which holds one rusted link.
Call no land free, that holds one fettered slave.
Until the manacled slim wrists of babes
Are loosed to toss in childish sport and glee,
Until the mother bears no burden, save
The precious one beneath her heart, until
God’s soil is rescued from the clutch of greed
And given back to labor, let no man
Call this the land of freedom.
(--poem “Protest” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, November 5, 1850–October 30, 1919, quoted in Brain Pickings

Hit

  (three haiku)

1
brown deer disappeared
into woods after graze hit --
may it go on well


2
black car sits still stunned
in dooryard, white fur from hit --
sticking out from hood


3
house roof did not burn
after stovepipe fire hit --
kindly town firemen

Wednesday, February 01, 2017

won't anyone save us from this troublesome man

It's the community, stupid!

It rises in resistance.

one of the awful consequences elections have

Mike Hager's mother, Naimma, died in Iraq. http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/us_5891577ae4b0522c7d3e01ae?

[addendum: it seems the stated timing of his mother's death was not accurately told. She died some days before the ban. Still, in all, as with all deaths and inaccuracies, we acknowledge the sorrow experienced. 2feb17]

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

time it was and what a time it was

This, from Chicago:

Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was
On my watch, yeah
And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is
I don't
Does anybody really care
Care
If so I can't imagine why
About time
We've all got time enough to cry
Oh no, no

And I was walking down the street one day
A pretty lady looked at me and said her diamond watch had
Stopped cold dead
And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is
I don't
Does anybody really care
Care
If so I can't imagine why
About time
We've all got time enough to cry
Oh no, no

And I was walking down the street one day
Being pushed and shoved by people trying to beat the clock,
Oh, so I just don't know,
I just don't know
And I said, yes I said

People runnin' everywhere
Don't know the way to go
Don't know where I am
Can't see past the next step
Don't have to think past the last mile
Have no time to look around
Just run around, run around and think why

Does anybody really know what time it is
I don't
Does anybody really care
Care
If so I can't imagine why
About time
We've all got time enough to die
Oh no, no
Written by Robert William Lamm • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management US, LLC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uy0ldI_1HA 

Monday, January 30, 2017

endgame at the beginning

It's something grown out of the right wing brand, namely, destabilize the government and diminish any opposition while replacing it with brutal intimidating authoritarian regime brooking no criticism and caring nothing for a subservient majority.

How will he go?

Sunday, January 29, 2017

no borders, no bounderies

Is nirvana extinguishing the flame?

Or, letting go reactivity?

We belong nowhere.

Belonging itself.

As itself.

Is all.