Viable ideologies have grown scarce….

Ffolkes,
Knowing myself as I do, I am not going to allow myself to become upset, just because I REALLY, REALLY WANT TO KILL SOMEBODY!!!!  I also know this about myself…. if I use four exclamation points, it’s already too late, and someone is going to die, if only in a figurative sense….. As yet, I’ve managed to avoid any literal deaths, though it’s been a close call on at least two occasions…. One guy hurried me, and the other one, well, let’s just say he was lucky, this time…. Today, well, I’ll need to maintain my control, if I am to prolong my clear record, but it won’t be easy….

Hmm? What? Oh, that….. I was just thinking about my recent train trip to see my friend in Oregon, and thanks to the magic of PTSD, the emotions, like anger and embarrassment and frustration, come right back into my head, filling me up with the outrage I need to rant…. I’ve been letting it build now for a week or more, so that when I do sit down to write about it, all that emotional power will be there for the taking…. The only trick is to get that into what I write…. not always simple, but it makes for a more powerfully compelling rant, as it should be…. No sense in pulling punches in a fight to the death, now, is there?…. Nope…

I’m not quite ready, though, I think…. still some percolating to do before I sharpen up my figurative razor, and slide it neatly across Amtrak’s throat…. It’s a shame, really, as I do like trains, and would have enjoyed riding them around the country…. not going to happen now, as nobody gets two chances to treat me like they did. I’ll be flying where I need to go from now on, which, in the larger view, is probably best, as it is faster, and who knows how much time I have left, eh? I don’t, that’s for sure….

Having once again piddled and blathered through four paragraphs, chock full of diddly-squat, I declare this intro to be sufficiently complete, and will go forth to the daily dive, confident that all is well, routine-wise, and no sign yet of Murphy…. I probably shouldn’t mention that, it’s just a temptation for him, but, I figure, if he’s not fussing with me by now, he’s busy with some other poor fool, and I’m safe for a while…. long enough to try to get this done, anyway….. Shall we Pearl?…..
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As mentioned above, my rant isn’t ready, so we’ll go now with a harlequin pearl; whether it turns out to be five-, or seven-star, remains to be seen….. I am feeling somewhat mellow and generous, so not only will this NOT be on the Quiz, you can earn bonus points for finding the correct point, even if you’re wrong….  What a deal!…..

“Sight is a faculty; seeing is an art.” — Smart Bee

How lov’d, how honour’d once avails thee not,
To whom related, or by whom begot;
A heap of dust alone remains of thee:
‘T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

— Alexander Pope (1688-1744) — To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 71

“Eres encantador.” — Smart Bee

“No matter where you go, there you are.” — Buckaroo Banzai, Buckaroo Banzai – Across the 8th Dimension

“A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” — Lao-Tsu, The Way of Lao-Tsu

“He who adds not to his learning diminishes it.” — The Talmud

All is concentr’d in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.

— Lord Byron (1788-1824) — Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 89

There you go…. maybe I shouldn’t have made it so easy….. Nah, it will do…. What it lacks in difficulty, it makes up in obscurity, I think…. enjoy!
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Here is a fresh poem, written this morning, on demand (well, aside from one stanza, which came out last night…. the rest followed this morning, with the first verses as stimulus….)  Any who, it’s not too bad, considering, and it meets the necessary requirements for the task I’ve chosen…. So Be It….  As every day this month, this is for the April National Poetry Writing Month Challenge, with the updates to be found here:  http://www.napowrimo.net/ (I still don’t know if I’m doing this right, but, oh well….)

Savory

Blown across steppes of imagination, a spore
finds a niche, takes root,
tries to live longer than now, before
chaos/peace descends, and desire is moot.

Feathered into fecundity, another possibility
builds a nest, hatches kin,
aims at immortality, sans responsibility,
chance manifests, as it does, again.

Leading toward peril, entropy saves creativity,
making tools, and lazy time;
solid signs imply such simple nativity,
as another snitch drops his dime.

Subtle compassion billows, passion to unfold,
covering hearts bloodied by time,
burning flesh made valid, unwaveringly bold,
turning love to brilliant rhyme.

Years weigh lightly, supported by youth,
gaining weight with each year,
only the old men know the actual truth,
peace comes only by losing our fear.

~~ gigoid

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Here’s the deal…. I still don’t have a rant ready, but I feel like ranting…. so, I’ll sublimate…. This is an article that I posted on Triond, another web site where I’ve published some of my work, in the latter part of 2012, near the election that took place in November….. All of it is still pretty valid, discounting the date-related issues…. all the rest, I stand by…..

Absence of Honor: The Untimely Death of The US Constitution


“Ignorance can be compounded, made denser, until the light of our spirits is smothered.” — Deng Ming-Dao

As I read this pearl, my immediate thought was that it is a very clear, very accurate take on the 2012 election process that is currently unfolding before us in the daily news. The end of the political scale that is represented so raggedly by what is left of the Republican Party, and the mislabeled liberal end of the scale who claim to be Democrats, are both engaging in ongoing battles to see who can display the deepest ignorance.

The leading candidate for the “loyal opposition” to the party in power, Mr. Romney, seems to have a proclivity for alienating the very people from whom he is trying to win votes; women, immigrants and Hispanics, animal lovers, seniors, teachers and students, all have been told, in no uncertain terms, that they matter not at all to him. His plan? We’ll stop taxing the rich altogether, and that will fix everything…. Sometimes I wonder if he is getting all of his information on voter wants and issues of importance from old newspapers from the 1980’s, because he certainly hasn’t a clue as to what is happening out in America in this decade….

The other party, led by our first Black President, is busy hiding what the left hand is doing by distracting everyone with the tax and healthcare issues, to keep them unaware of how few of the Bill of Rights are left to us. “Executive Orders” signed by the POTUS this year, beginning on New Year’s Eve, while the voters were all busy celebrating the advent of the new year, include provisions that allow police to stop, search, and arrest any citizen of this country whom they suspect of any form of terrorism, or even of protest against the provisions of those orders.

These same police who are arresting their ostensible fellow-citizens are not required to tell ANYONE that they have arrested and imprisoned a citizen, nor are they ever required to provide any evidence of their suspicions in a court of law. Even though there may be no evidence, they can subject these CITIZENS OF THIS COUNTRY to torture to obtain a confession, or whatever it is they are after. There is no oversight to these orders; they don’t go before Congress to be approved, nor are they reviewed by the courts. Both of those particular checks on the power of the Executive Branch are completely out of the loop on this…. and they aren’t even complaining about it!

Does it physically hurt to be that stupid? — Smart Bee

My guess at the answer to this is, No. It can’t hurt very much to be that stupid, as we continue to go out each time there is an election and vote these same lying, cheating, avaricious assholes back into the same positions from which they have been oppressing the American people for oh, a hundred or so years now. I’d say that around the time of the Depression was when the first real strangle-hold on the national throat was first achieved…. the pure bullshit the government was spewing back then can be seen to have been the first real time that the government’s outrageous lies were swallowed whole by a reluctant public, who had nothing else to eat, and thus nothing else to risk…

“He was born stupid, and greatly increased his birthright.” — Samuel Butler

So, how does it feel? Does it physically hurt to be so stupid as to be part of the crowd that continues to buy into all the bullshit lies that our own government heaps upon us every day? To keep going to the polls, just as if it really matters who gets elected? Get real, folks. You will not find a name on the ballot that belongs to someone who is not a willing tool of the powers of oppression, the money-changers who are the power behind the scenes of every government in the world. Not going to happen; they’ve been the real power in the world for centuries, and they’re not about to give up all they have, just to be nice, or because they’ve all of a sudden grown a heart.

I don’t know about you, but I’m getting pretty fucking tired of being lied to, and cheated, and looked at as just another idiot for them to shit on….. and I’m not going to put up with it for much longer, without some kind of return fire….. believe it…. I don’t think I am alone in this, either…. No way to tell for sure, but I find it hard to believe that EVERYONE is falling for all of it…. but, even if I’m alone in this, I refuse to knuckle under any further, and can only say that I will do all I can to see things turn in a direction that will return my Rights, and those of the rest of the American people…. or at least those not stupid enough to hand them over without a fight….

“He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.” — Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Well, unless I can come up with a rant in twenty seconds, this is going to go, proofed or not…. Let’s take a look….  All in all, I think it will float…. it might not look nice in the water, but it will float…. Plus, you know, it’s done…. I’m going to go play now…..  Y’all take care out there, and May the Metaphorse be with you…..


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

gigoid

dozer3

Winifred is our alpha geek now….

Ffolkes,
Affectionate regard is probably the best I can come up with, if that…. More likely, infinite disdain, and barely-controlled rage will be the order of the day, IF it happens…. I’m torn, hoping it does, and that it does not; the former would make ME feel better, but the latter would be better for everyone involved, given most everyone’s feelings after the mess the other day…. Why they couldn’t have just sprayed over it, or melted it somehow, I’ll never know, but the fact remains they didn’t, so we’ll just have to deal with it the way it is…. Pope or no Pope….

Okay, that’s enough for now; it got me here, and that was the solitary requirement for today’s initial paragraph…. Sort of the literary equivalent of sleight of hand, you see…. Practicing the lead in by a bit of fantasy, all made up to move the eyes along, without necessarily engaging the brain too heavily, just enough for the purpose of distraction, while I, the handsome, young, clever male (well, one out of four isn’t ALL bad…..) author of the offending piece, slip up and steal your wallet while you’re trying to decide if anything I’ve said makes any sense…..

It’s all safe enough, really, as the only wallets I can really obtain are metaphoric, and the only real harm is to your dignity, which, as we all know, is a hit and miss proposition in the first place, right? Right…. losing it again isn’t going to break your heart, too much…. Besides, if you didn’t enjoy that sort of horseplay and humor, you’d be reading a different blog, wouldn’t you? Yep, you know you would….

Now that I have denigrated and insulted most of my readership (all four of them….), I could go on to the regular part of today’s post…. though, it really doesn’t matter much, as there’s probably nobody left to direct, anyway. SIGH… I don’t know why, but for the last two or three days, the visits and Likes on my blog have been reduced a LOT, almost as if a bunch of people fell off a cliff all at once, or something…. I haven’t been able to spend as much time as usual reading other blogs, but, that hasn’t had this kind of effect before, so I don’t know what to think about it….

Not that I’m particularly unnerved by confusion; it’s rather a common state for me. No, it’s just a puzzle, one that strikes right at my natural worry that nobody will like me, or what I write…. Silly, I know, but perfectly human, to want approval, or at least acknowledgment, from our peers. This is perhaps less critical in my case, as I don’t write for money or fame, but, for sanity, but, it is a concern, if only a small one…. I have all of those I need, in sooth, and really don’t want any more, so I’m going to set it aside, and deal with it in the most appropriate fashion, by ignoring it….

Besides, while y’all were looking the other way, I got us all the way here to the end of this intro section, without, I would have you note, experiencing any bloodshed, or any minor injuries at all…. Bonus! I’m out of Oxy cleaner, and the bloodstains are getting harder to get out of the seats….. Any who, I think this is sufficient for one day; I ride too close to the edge of sanity as it is, and don’t need to tempt Fate with an overlong intro…. Besides, I’m fairly certain that y’all have reached a state of confusion I can work with, so I’ll strike while the iron is hot, metaphorically speaking, of course…. Shall we Pearl?…..
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“Any culture which in the interests of efficiency or in the name of some political or religious dogma, seeks to standardize the human individual commits an outrage against man’s biological nature.” — Charles A. Reich, THE GREENING OF AMERICA

Most people, on reading this, would, I think, say they agree with it; it has been a rallying cry for the liberal movement for many years, since the book was first published, sometime back around the late 60’s or early 70’s, I forget exactly. It can be considered a defining statement of the humanist philosophy, and can be seen as an essential component in the making of a progressive activist. Like Mark Twain said (I paraphrase…), it can take some time for a man with some edges to him to fit himself into a round hole, square peg that he is….

Yet, the entire humanist movement…. Oops, excuse me… My computer tells me an email just arrived, and I’ve been waiting to hear from someone, and need to check it… Be right back….  Okay…. A single word, which, as you will see, I consider to be a very, very controlled response to the news the email had for me…. In fact, so controlled, I am now unable to let it out the way it needs to be let out….. but, I’ll try….

YEE HAW!!!!  I am saved! Okay, well, a priest might argue that, but, that is how it feels…..  My SS benefits, which includes 26 months of back payments, just hit my bank, and my wait is over. All the patience I’ve cultivated is now rewarded, and I can start the actual process of putting my life on the track I’ve worked to enjoy for fifty years…. I’m abandoning this pearl, and I don’t care at all….  😀  To finish out this section, here is an old pearl, from sometime in 2007, I think… It seems apropos, somehow, and will fill in the necessary space to replace the above aborted discussion…. so, voilá….

I like it like that….

Ffolkes,
It’s the name of the game, you know. And if you don’t know, well, look in the old music files; it’s a great song. The offerings this morning picked themselves, and in spite of my protests to the contrary, keep insisting there is a point to be made. Apparently it is a very subtle point, and escapes me completely. But, since each of these is good to go by itself (by my standards at least), we’ll let them have their way….naturally, the point to be made is left as an exercise for the Gentle Reader……

“A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.” — Saul Bellow

“A man must not swallow more beliefs than he can digest.”  — Havelock Ellis

“He who adds not to his learning diminishes it.” — The Talmud

Hmmmm…..it’ll probably come to me as I’m on the throne….. y’all take care out there…..

I was right… it is apropos to the moment, as it speaks to how we deal with those times that are a challenge to our inner peace…. a perfect description of my last three years of life…. Onward, to finish out this Pearl, and get on with the business of the day, to wit: MY GUITAR IS COMING HOME!!!  I can’t tell you how sweet that is, though some of you may know….
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I’m amazed at myself…. Last night, this poem spilled out of my head almost as fast as I could write it down, taking about 10 or 15 minutes altogether, start to finish….. I’ve read it over this morning, and it will do…. I hope you enjoy it….

Fine and Good, Good and Fine

A pig in a poke’s got nothing on me,
cuz I’m as confused as a man can be.
This ol’ world’s got me spinnin’ around
cussin’ and spittin’, a penny for a pound.

Forty ‘leven times since I was a kid, well,
I’ve fallen in love, ‘least too close to tell.
Every damn time, it all went to crap,
Forty ‘leven times I’ve felt like a sap.

‘Course, each time it happens, I forget the last;
why not? I’m havin’ such a blast….
Livin’ in each moment, filled with joie de vivre,
’til it’s all gone away again, nothin’ left up my sleeve.

Don’t want y’all to think I’m sad or blue,
life’s full of sorrow, lots for me, and/or you..
T’other side of that coin, we can be glad,
is joyful love, and that ain’t at all bad.

My road’s been littered with parts o’my heart,
each one colored with trust, which isn’t always smart.
Yet, long as I don’t lose my connection to joy,
I’ll find my own true love, and be a happy boy.

It’s been some kinda fun, even when I’d take a fall,
and doin’ it over makes no sense at all, at all
Day after day, I keep on keepin’ on, as it’s said;
Guess I’ll keep on doin’ that ’til I’m dead.

‘Nuff said….

~~ gigoid, tongue firmly in cheek….

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Due to the events outlined in section one, to wit: money in the house, I will again cheat a bit, by using an old pearl, from the past…. this one is from January 4, 2012, when it was one of five sections of a complete Pearl, all of which had five, at that time…..

“How often we recall, with regret, that Napoleon once shot at a magazine editor and missed him and killed a publisher. But we remember with charity, that his intentions were good.” — Mark Twain

This is the goal. This is my whole purpose in writing. To be this subtle in delivering a blow from a sledgehammer; to insult so thoroughly in one line; to indicate passion, love, hate, literature, sports, and morality with such a smoothly fitted collection of words, this is my Nirvana, my Quest, the object of my jealous envy…….

No really, it just doesn’t get any better than this. It’s the kind of humor that most appeals to me, for it pokes fun not only at the victims of the humor, but at the author too. I can just see Mr. Clemens, telling this with a twinkle in his eye below a raised brow, a small little Mona Lisa smile, and a mustache trembling with the effort not to burst into guffaws. Perfect.

A few days ago, I was flabbergasted, and extremely flattered, when a reader said that one of my lines sounded like something Twain might have written. I almost burst with happiness, and floated around for a while on that little bubble of joy. Now all I have to do is figure out how to sound like that all the time. Well, not JUST like Mark Twain, more like me with his skill. I’ll keep working on it…….

~~ Back to the present…. I think this was a good pearl, in that it remains as valid today as the day it was written, for me…. Writing as well as Twain, without sounding TOO much like him, would be a good thing, I think…. It’s worth a shot, anyway, eh?   😆
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I can stop pretending now…. I have so many things I want to do, I hardly know where to begin… But, I’ll start where I KNOW I want to start…. I’ll see y’all tomorrow, though perhaps a bit late… I’m going now to get my guitar, and I may just play it until my fingers bleed, and I get so hoarse I can’t talk for days….  Y’all take care out there, and May the Metaphorse be with you…..


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

gigoid

dozer3