Adrift on The Sea of Ambiguity….

Ffolkes,

Nature, whose sweet rains fall on just and unjust alike,
will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide,
and secret valleys in whose silence
I may weep undetected.
She will hang the night with stars
so that I may walk abroad in the darkness
without stumbling,
and send the wind over my footprints
so that none may track me to my hurt:
she will cleanse me in great waters,
and with bitter herbs make me whole.

~~ Oscar Wilde — “De Profundis” ~~

Inverness and Invergordon 007

Main Street, Invergordon, Scotland


Hajime…. Well…. I cannot say with any real engagement I am happy with my night of attempting to sleep, as the epic battle into which it turned was fought to a draw. I spent four or so hours up, down, turned over, and groaning in pain, as one hip refused to accept the program, insisting every position I tried to assume was worthy of slipping a sharp knife into the hip, in order to indicate its refusal. Finally, around 2 AM, I found one position, approximating a half-twisted pretzel, in which no knife appeared, and I was able to drop off for about 3 hours or so…. Heaven, in comparison….

Now I’ve related the depths of futility in which I spent my night, let’s move on, before this becomes merely another litany of complaint. Perhaps the process of putting together a Pearl, while fending off the insistent demands of a feline familiar to play, will distract me from the fatigue and overall blah-ness under which I currently labor. It certainly isn’t doing much for my writing skills, or the creative urge, is it? Moreover, the more I type, the more my left arm and hand is trying to tell me this isn’t a great idea; the guitar playing yesterday seems to have annoyed it a bit….. SIGH…. this getting old business just sucks, big-time…..

Ah, well, it’s nothing anyone else isn’t going through, in their own way, so, I’ll quit complaining, and offering excuses, to go make the attempt at coherency which gives me a reason to act sane the rest of the day. Believe me, you don’t want me to skip this; the body count could get massive before the day is out, and, then, I’d have to kill more ignoramae, when the cops come to see what all the fuss is about. Probably best to stay off the streets today…. Y’know, maybe it’s time to…. No, better not. I need to stockpile more necessities first; I guess we’ll wait for that….

On that cryptic, yet hopeful note, I’ll take my leave, to go put this mess together for today. It will be late, and probably long, or, at least, thick, so, gird your grids for that. We’re using one of the Tardis Toys today, just to factor in a bit of random efficiency. It’s pretty cool; here’s how it works….

Shall we Pearl?

“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.” — Antoine de Saint Exupery

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    Rather than try to guess what music might go well today, we’ll go with our default, classical music, combined with my own preference for guitar music, giving us, naturally, classical guitar….. Enjoy!…..

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Classical Guitar Music

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Dont keep calm

    In lieu of a rant today, I’m substituting a poem, written by a blogging friend, a man who lives in Tokyo, and whose haiku and poetry has been one of my favorites for the entire time I’ve been on WP. He is also my most faithful follower, having visited this blog very close to every day since I began posting it here on WordPress. He is a man of great, gentle spirit, with deep compassion, and a love of beauty. This is his poem in response to the official ceremony in Japan, at a memorial for their war dead, on the official first day of the Cherry Blossom Festival, their rite of Spring…. It is beautiful and a powerful message of peace, that I would ask all my followers to share with their own readers…. Thank you, and, enjoy!….

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After the odyssey….

Portraits of iconic symbols, crashing, singing, forgotten;
evolving into mature innovation, as yet pale, and rotten.
Still water justly breeds, impenetrable primal verses resound;
unholy moments tarry, emotion swirls in passion unbound

Spiritual ovulation precedes each pregnant pause;
gravid, time moves on, following destiny’s cause.
Cast adrift on waves of confusion, to a final, damp landing;
salvation beckons sweetly, fed well on understanding.

Dreams directly fall, in night’s grey bower, unbidden;
lingering flavors in simple taste, lovingly, cleverly hidden.
Childish laughter sounds, joyful, bright, and clear;
no need ever to hide, no more monsters to fear.

Temper most foul arrives under unregistered mail;
forgotten taunts live on, lashed by an ancient flail.
Plain dealing delivers such lasting specks of honest hate;
savage in retrospect, never hasty, always running late.

Forever, cries an ambient lover of the pending night;
his pale, weak issue forms its own failing light.
Still, fortune favors such as those who apprehend;
Sweet love of Gaia, let it never end.

~~ gigoid ~~

3/10/2013


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    I began this pearl yesterday, whereupon SB decided to have a snit. Let’s see if it’s ready to cooperate this morning…. Well, that wasn’t so bad; only took a half hour to find three pearls. Ah well, I think it came out pretty well, considering, with a nice twist at the end…. Enjoy!….

There is more to reality than meets the eye.” — Subtle Bee

“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books.  Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.” — The Buddha

“Hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is just like the roads across the earth. For actually there were no roads to begin with, but when many people pass one way a road is made.” — Lu Hsun

“The fundamental delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are there.” — Yasutani Roshi

“Most people are on the world, not in it…” — John Muir

“I expect to pass through this life but once. If, therefore, there be any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again.” — William Penn

“I just forgot my whole philosophy of life!!!” — Zippy the Pinhead

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I did it. That, in itself, is an achievement of grand craic, to be sure. Not only is it done, it’s done in a reasonable time, if we don’t count Daylight Savings Time, which I never do. Why, look! It’s the end of the page. I guess I’ll stop here; looks like it’s made for that. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes; I’m determined to do this right, at least once before I kick the proverbial bucket…. Let’s hope that takes a while….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
   and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


		
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15 thoughts on “Adrift on The Sea of Ambiguity….

  1. Ah soothing git-fiddle….love it. Sometimes that perfect position only last once and then it is back to looking for a new one…..my office chair is more comfort than the bed these days…..chuq

    • Yeah, mine, too, even if it is ancient, and makes me worse after long enough in it… It seems my hips don’t like supine any more; they insist on a degree of angle against gravity that means being upright…. Ah, well, it passes, as you know; the trick is to endure….

      Life goes on, thankfully….

      gigoid

  2. How strange…I have just sent my daughter a Haiku poem.

    My Life – Poem by Masaoka Shiki
    My life, –
    How much more of it remains?
    The night is brief.

    grin…

    • I love haiku; truly a warrior’s style of poetry, very efficient and clean. I have written them, in the classic 5-7-5 style, since my early teens, though I never kept any until the last few years. I didn’t keep them because I find them very simple to compose, and can make them up almost on the spot….

      I like the one by Shiki, though it isn’t in classical style; the format for what is now accepted as a haiku has loosened its rigidity considerably in the last twenty years, as I see all sorts of combinations used…

      My years are almost
      gone from me, passing so fast;
      the final sleep draws near.

      😉

      Serendipity is, milady; our minds, I’ve found, often travel similar paths at once… It’s kinda cool…

      See ya…

      gigoid, the dubious poet

      😎

  3. Pan FReEd Dance
    Words.. expResSinG
    whaTiSreal DoInG
    iT Is
    Ra
    EL
    A
    FRiEnD..:)

    Counting syllAbles
    of Haiku or any other
    pAint by numbers
    takes me away
    from
    cre
    a
    ti
    viTy..:)

    Ya kNow.. gigoid.. i used to
    be very angry wIth the
    world.. iN fAct when
    i had that worse
    pain known
    to hUman
    kind.. at
    first.. i hoped
    it would aLL
    go away then..
    with zero
    feelings of
    hope left..
    so i wouldn’t
    have to end
    me on my own..
    how weak i was then..
    but i kNow very WeLL..
    tHere are places one
    can go.. wHere no
    thing makes
    sense
    but getting
    the heLL out
    of thiS place..
    no holds barRed…

    i cannot judge another human now
    being as less than me.. as i’ve been to/
    aT the lowest of the pile oF evil.. wishing
    iT ALL away.. which sure.. would include
    mY Loved one’s and tHeir precious loved
    one’s too..
    worsE
    than anY
    deviL dreameD
    nihilist oF LiFe..
    altoGetHeR the
    REAL dEviL
    i was
    then..
    So i tRead liGhtly
    as iKnow the
    dARk surely
    exists
    iN the
    greaTEst
    liGhts oF aLL
    as WeLL.. noW
    The Devil kNows
    Heaven all too well..
    as anything tastes
    better than a
    bLack
    wHole
    sOuL.. solow..:)

    i sTill have hope
    that anyone’s pain
    can go away.. suddenly
    and completely.. and thanks
    to reality oF mY liFe then.. i
    did not believe the Doctors
    when they told
    me.. zero
    CHANCE
    OF
    recovery
    for mE..
    so iN other
    words.. i hope
    you will be pain
    free one now again..
    but hey.. it seems to run
    in my family.. as my mother
    refuses to take any prescriptions
    or go to a Doctor at age 81..
    and somehow
    her pain
    goes
    away
    too.. so perhaps
    i am just lucky
    as gifted
    in her
    genes.. SMiLes..
    and hopes of
    free sleep and
    comfort.. my friend..:)

    LIFE doesn’t have to
    make sense.. even
    when..
    the
    pain goes
    away..
    with
    restful sleep…:)

    And at the first appearance
    of my 19 total medical
    disorders.. none
    of it made sense..
    so i said why me..
    i was always so healthy
    before the stress came..
    and my mother told
    me.. then..
    why not
    you..
    in other words
    life’s a bitch.. accept
    it.. but then she said..
    and this too will pass..
    heard that in the bible..
    thought it was just a nice
    platitude of hope then.. but
    she had already been to places
    like that and done it.. so she knew
    more than
    i.. at 47..
    and so did my Great
    Aunt at 94.. who too
    experienced something
    like i did in the stress of
    middle age in our insane
    world then.. that is more
    incredibly insane now than
    ever in ways of human stress…
    But anyway.. as alWays the only
    choice really as given by Nature iS
    to survive
    as iS..
    and make
    the best of
    bitches or beaches..
    as the sandy area in
    my backyard continues
    to rule under grAss iN feats of dance..
    and i am
    no longer
    afraid
    of weeds..
    my friend..
    i cherish mY
    liFe as DanDeLioN ReaL..:)

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