Monday, July 31, 2017
grief
there is a grief i will not be able to forget,
a loss i must bear as i let go, a knot in my stomach
which will not go anymore,
there will be no bed in which i find peace,
no soul who will take it away,
it is alive and buried inside and at the same
time it burns me in hell.
some wounds never heal,
and they are not meant to:
they must remain, must be kept open.
they have a meaning to us
and they are like a tattoo in the heart.
but i cannot go on and lie to me,
when nobody helps to untie the knot
and i am too clumsy: i must cut it.
a fox would bite off his own leg to be free.
i feel bad and sad but i walk out of
this long despair
and here i will bear my cross
and stumble up the hills-
towards the sky.
a loss i must bear as i let go, a knot in my stomach
which will not go anymore,
there will be no bed in which i find peace,
no soul who will take it away,
it is alive and buried inside and at the same
time it burns me in hell.
some wounds never heal,
and they are not meant to:
they must remain, must be kept open.
they have a meaning to us
and they are like a tattoo in the heart.
but i cannot go on and lie to me,
when nobody helps to untie the knot
and i am too clumsy: i must cut it.
a fox would bite off his own leg to be free.
i feel bad and sad but i walk out of
this long despair
and here i will bear my cross
and stumble up the hills-
towards the sky.
Sunday, July 30, 2017
so-now-what?
one thing i used to be good at: forgetting.
let me see how good i can be this time.
memory is a devil..
but i don't want another myocardial infarction,
i decided i must forget more than i wished.
after all, what else is digestion than to let go
of what is only in the way, ballast inside
creating tension and too much air?
and who would be busy remembering the texture
and colour of his excrements after?
some, i know, they do, they keep a diary
for blood pressure, pulse, glucose, pee and shit
and what they ate and where and a notebook or a folder
with bills from daily shopping and they do accounts on all...
some even statistics...here i proudly present and so on.
i have nothing to proudly present.
even i cannot do so many things well.
sorry there may be someone else not so happy
with me trying to forget..but this time i take my space
and will be as egoistic as i can, it is necessary.
but i will try to keep some faith in life
and what it may bring to me.
more is not possible anymore.
good night, Conrad...
said and another front of the thunderstorm coming with
lightning allover the sky and thunder...
as said..the devil comes always in disguise, but he comes...
let me see how good i can be this time.
memory is a devil..
but i don't want another myocardial infarction,
i decided i must forget more than i wished.
after all, what else is digestion than to let go
of what is only in the way, ballast inside
creating tension and too much air?
and who would be busy remembering the texture
and colour of his excrements after?
some, i know, they do, they keep a diary
for blood pressure, pulse, glucose, pee and shit
and what they ate and where and a notebook or a folder
with bills from daily shopping and they do accounts on all...
some even statistics...here i proudly present and so on.
i have nothing to proudly present.
even i cannot do so many things well.
sorry there may be someone else not so happy
with me trying to forget..but this time i take my space
and will be as egoistic as i can, it is necessary.
but i will try to keep some faith in life
and what it may bring to me.
more is not possible anymore.
good night, Conrad...
said and another front of the thunderstorm coming with
lightning allover the sky and thunder...
as said..the devil comes always in disguise, but he comes...
a blank page
a blank page
now, a
blank page,
i wish it
was me,
but then,
the same
will
happen:
i fill you,
page,
with
helpless babbling,
stammering,
stuttering,
i blacken
you with sadness,
tears and
pointless
exclamation
marks,
with
questions,
words and words.
i press my
lips with ink
on you, my
thumb-
remember me
when you
burn and fly.
i know, you
will not
but that my
pain and longing
will be
erased in the wind
and finally
go with the rain.
it is all
good
as it is.
all is to
wash,
to purify,
to let go,
to be born
again
or not.
heavy thunderstorm outside,
blackening all outside..
July 30, 2017, 21.00 hrs
change
we always 'invest' in life, in hope, in growth,
and we will always lose:
life takes its own course
and we will die naked
as we were born
Dreams, Mark Strand
Trying to recall the plot
And characters we dreamed,
What life was like
Before the morning came,
We are seldom satisfied,
And even then
There is no way of knowing
If what we know is true.
Something nameless
Hums us into sleep,
Withdraws, and leaves us in
A place that seems
Always vaguely familiar.
Perhaps it is because
We take the props
And fixtures of our days
With us into the dark,
Assuring ourselves
We are still alive. And yet
Nothing here is certain;
Landscapes merge
With one another, houses
Are never where they should be,
Doors and windows
Sometimes open out
To other doors and windows,
Even the person
Who seems most like ourselves
Cannot be counted on,
For there have been
Too many times when he,
Like everything else, has done
The unexpected.
And as the night wears on,
The dim allegory of ourselves
Unfolds, and we
Feel dreamed by someone else,
A sleeping counterpart,
Who gathers in
The darkness of his person
Shades of the real world.
Nothing is clear;
We are not ever sure
If the life we live there
Belongs to us.
Each night it is the same;
Just when we’re on the verge
Of catching on,
A sense of our remoteness
Closes in, and the world
So lately seen
Gradually fades from sight.
We wake to find the sleeper
Is ourselves
And the dreamt-of is someone who did
Something we can’t quite put
Our finger on,
But which involved a life
We are always, we feel,
About to discover.
And characters we dreamed,
What life was like
Before the morning came,
We are seldom satisfied,
And even then
There is no way of knowing
If what we know is true.
Something nameless
Hums us into sleep,
Withdraws, and leaves us in
A place that seems
Always vaguely familiar.
Perhaps it is because
We take the props
And fixtures of our days
With us into the dark,
Assuring ourselves
We are still alive. And yet
Nothing here is certain;
Landscapes merge
With one another, houses
Are never where they should be,
Doors and windows
Sometimes open out
To other doors and windows,
Even the person
Who seems most like ourselves
Cannot be counted on,
For there have been
Too many times when he,
Like everything else, has done
The unexpected.
And as the night wears on,
The dim allegory of ourselves
Unfolds, and we
Feel dreamed by someone else,
A sleeping counterpart,
Who gathers in
The darkness of his person
Shades of the real world.
Nothing is clear;
We are not ever sure
If the life we live there
Belongs to us.
Each night it is the same;
Just when we’re on the verge
Of catching on,
A sense of our remoteness
Closes in, and the world
So lately seen
Gradually fades from sight.
We wake to find the sleeper
Is ourselves
And the dreamt-of is someone who did
Something we can’t quite put
Our finger on,
But which involved a life
We are always, we feel,
About to discover.
time enough, Rabindranath Tagore
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore
Madrugada ,Sail Away (with lyrics)
..'dwarfed'..i like that..makes one want to break free..of course..it happens..
Saturday, July 29, 2017
as there is no hope
as there is no hope
there can be no doubt.
there is light, enough,
and it is clear.
we walk through
bitterness, turn sour,
and the suffering ferments
inside to essence
penetrating the soul.
all changes, all goes,
all returns in cycles.
in between we do what
needs to be done.
we try to breathe in
until our chest aches,
the pollution of centuries
of human kind
stifling the heart.
we breathe out,
and space constricts
until we wheeze
with the pressure.
when we lose hope
we have not lost
more than illusion:
we may be still and rest
and stay where we are.
Faith is based on the idea, that whatever the outcome is, it is for the better.
..Faith is not hope...hope is the desire for an outcome which suits us...
a difficult way to see...
there can be no doubt.
there is light, enough,
and it is clear.
we walk through
bitterness, turn sour,
and the suffering ferments
inside to essence
penetrating the soul.
all changes, all goes,
all returns in cycles.
in between we do what
needs to be done.
we try to breathe in
until our chest aches,
the pollution of centuries
of human kind
stifling the heart.
we breathe out,
and space constricts
until we wheeze
with the pressure.
when we lose hope
we have not lost
more than illusion:
we may be still and rest
and stay where we are.
Faith is based on the idea, that whatever the outcome is, it is for the better.
..Faith is not hope...hope is the desire for an outcome which suits us...
a difficult way to see...
from Stone 24, Osip Mandelstam
Leaves scarcely breathing
in the black breeze;
the flickering swallow
draws circles in the dusk.
In my loving
dying heart
a twilight is coming,
a last ray, gently reproaching.
And over the evening forest
the bronze moon climbs to its place.
Why has the music stopped?
Why is there such silence?
This is what i most want, Osip Mandelstam
This is what I most want
un-pursued, alone
to reach beyond the light
that I am furthest from.
And for you to shine there-
no other happiness-
and learn, from starlight,
what its fire might suggest.
A star burns as a star,
light becomes light,
because our murmuring
strengthens us, and warms the night.
And I want to say to you
my little one, whispering,
I can only lift you towards the light
by means of this babbling.
There is no need for words, Osip Mandelstam
There is no need for words:
nothing must be heard.
How sad, and fine,
an animal’s dark mind.
Nothing it must make heard:
it has no use for words,
a young dolphin, plunging, steep,
along the world’s grey deep.
Friday, July 28, 2017
going home
driving up the hill
i saw the dead passing by
greeting me, waving
their hands, saluting,
many smiled,
one stood up
in his open car
touching his cap,
a dark-haired girl
threw kisses
so many, some angry,
looking away,
some in a hurry,
most of them
staring straight ahead
as they had done
all their life long.
where did they go
at this hour,
late in the afternoon
when the blue in the sky
started to crumble,
mixing with shadow?
me driving home,
who was i to greet?
i am not Nero,
didn't send them
into the arena
to fight, to kill,
to die.
am i now the king
of the dead
or just a friend?
but it was a parade,
some stopped
until they could
see into my eyes.
i let them see
all through,
nothing to hide.
i greeted each one,
even these
i could not remember
and though i could not stand
i sat at attention
until i knew
i must be dead
and it was not them
coming to me
but me going home.
i saw the dead passing by
greeting me, waving
their hands, saluting,
many smiled,
one stood up
in his open car
touching his cap,
a dark-haired girl
threw kisses
so many, some angry,
looking away,
some in a hurry,
most of them
staring straight ahead
as they had done
all their life long.
where did they go
at this hour,
late in the afternoon
when the blue in the sky
started to crumble,
mixing with shadow?
me driving home,
who was i to greet?
i am not Nero,
didn't send them
into the arena
to fight, to kill,
to die.
am i now the king
of the dead
or just a friend?
but it was a parade,
some stopped
until they could
see into my eyes.
i let them see
all through,
nothing to hide.
i greeted each one,
even these
i could not remember
and though i could not stand
i sat at attention
until i knew
i must be dead
and it was not them
coming to me
but me going home.
Beethoven, Cello Sonata No. 3 in A major, Op. 69 (Paul Tortelier & Eric...
..the adagio cantabile 'killing me softly'....
Alessandro Marcello , Adagio
...all the richness of life...above the waters and the deep and from down
there and out of the earth and in the sky...all moving.....so colourful...not the vid,
the music!
Cello Suite no.1 , Prelude , Yo Yo Ma, Bach
i do not wish to think~i let it pass..
even though i know too much, see too much and even if:
"Our age has shifted all emphasis to the here and now, and thus brought about a daemonization of man and his world. The phenomenon of dictators and all the misery they have wrought springs from the fact that man has been robbed of transcendence by the shortsightedness of the super-intellectuals. Like them, he has fallen a victim to unconsciousness. But man’s task is the exact opposite: to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious. Neither should he persist in his unconsciousness, nor remain identical with the unconscious elements of his being, thus evading his destiny, which is to create more and more consciousness. As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. It may even be assumed that just as the unconscious affects us, so the increase in our consciousness affects the unconscious."
C.G.Jung,
'Memories, Dreams,Reflections'
Josef Pieper, Only the lover sings: Art and Contemplation
"Music articulates the inner dynamism of man’s existential self, which is music’s “prime matter” (so to speak), and both share a particular characteristic — both move in time."
......................................................................................................
"Since music articulates the immediacy of man’s basic existential dynamism in an immediate way, the listener as well is addressed and challenged on that profound level where man’s self-realization takes place. In this existential depth of the listener, far below the level of expressible judgments, there echoes — in identical immediacy — the same vibration articulated in the audible music."
Josef Pieper, brainpickings.org
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"Since music articulates the immediacy of man’s basic existential dynamism in an immediate way, the listener as well is addressed and challenged on that profound level where man’s self-realization takes place. In this existential depth of the listener, far below the level of expressible judgments, there echoes — in identical immediacy — the same vibration articulated in the audible music."
Josef Pieper, brainpickings.org
Tim Buckley , Love from Room 109 at the Islander (On Pacific Coast High...
..all changes all the time..
Go and the art of non-fighting
all is about space in Go.
you try to set stones on a board
marking your space, and as it is a game, you set fake
border stones too.
When your partner comes near to gain ground,
you let him encircle himself until he cannot find space
there anymore.
You let him fight but you don't fall for it.
It is not about armies and soldiers and kings and queens
hitting each other, you don't let blood flow.
It is not ping pong, you don't hit the ball when it comes:
you do something else.
You have always space in mind and not direct and adversary encounter.
You know your mind is space.
There are long stretches during which you have no idea
what the other wants: you keep setting important strategic stones
mixing your acts with causing confusion in other places.
you let the other one imagine he has gained a kingdom,
in the end he will exhaust himself in traps
and get lost in space he cannot hold.
you don't intend to keep a certain hill or city,
you stay relaxed, you smile, you keep the concept of space,
you are cunningly applying mathematical patterns
which take the other one in his push forward to run into
nothing by his own force.
It can be good to apply this to difficult stretches and moments
in human relationships.
Let the other one mirror himself,
and let him see the truth of his acts.
Make him think, not fight.
Give him space but don't let him take yours.
When he destroys the magic of the moment, retire
and do something else.
Don't fall for it: defend yourself without a fight,
keep detached.
You will feel and cause less pain, and less energy will be
wasted.
You don't have to keep peace all the time,
but you can stay calm.
And as there is all this space, you and him may find
another approach.
Nobody has to win.
But everybody needs
space.
And. keep and develop humor, with yourself
and the other:
nobody is perfect.
Smile.
you try to set stones on a board
marking your space, and as it is a game, you set fake
border stones too.
When your partner comes near to gain ground,
you let him encircle himself until he cannot find space
there anymore.
You let him fight but you don't fall for it.
It is not about armies and soldiers and kings and queens
hitting each other, you don't let blood flow.
It is not ping pong, you don't hit the ball when it comes:
you do something else.
You have always space in mind and not direct and adversary encounter.
You know your mind is space.
There are long stretches during which you have no idea
what the other wants: you keep setting important strategic stones
mixing your acts with causing confusion in other places.
you let the other one imagine he has gained a kingdom,
in the end he will exhaust himself in traps
and get lost in space he cannot hold.
you don't intend to keep a certain hill or city,
you stay relaxed, you smile, you keep the concept of space,
you are cunningly applying mathematical patterns
which take the other one in his push forward to run into
nothing by his own force.
It can be good to apply this to difficult stretches and moments
in human relationships.
Let the other one mirror himself,
and let him see the truth of his acts.
Make him think, not fight.
Give him space but don't let him take yours.
When he destroys the magic of the moment, retire
and do something else.
Don't fall for it: defend yourself without a fight,
keep detached.
You will feel and cause less pain, and less energy will be
wasted.
You don't have to keep peace all the time,
but you can stay calm.
And as there is all this space, you and him may find
another approach.
Nobody has to win.
But everybody needs
space.
And. keep and develop humor, with yourself
and the other:
nobody is perfect.
Smile.
stone
when i will
be re-born
i wish to be a stone,
half underwater
so nobody sees my smile
the wind will come
and cause ripples,
all circling around
me because
i am in the way
and i will smile
as i know
i don't cause the
surface rings:
i am just here.
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Monday, July 24, 2017
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Open space, Pema Chödrön, brainpickings.org
When things fall apart, Pema Chödrön
"Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy."
"Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy."
"What makes maitri such a different approach is that we are not trying to solve a problem. We are not striving to make pain go away or to become a better person. In fact, we are giving up control altogether and letting concepts and ideals fall apart. This starts with realizing that whatever occurs is neither the beginning nor the end. It is just the same kind of normal human experience that’s been happening to everyday people from the beginning of time. Thoughts, emotions, moods, and memories come and they go, and basic nowness is always here.
[…]
In the midst of all the heavy dialogue with ourselves, open space is always there."
"This is the beginning of the beginning. Without giving up hope — that there’s somewhere better to be, that there’s someone better to be — we will never relax with where we are or who we are.
[…]
Suffering begins to dissolve when we can question the belief or the hope that there’s anywhere to hide."
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Tim Buckley, Chase the Blues Away
Well come along walk with me
And learn the songs that lovers sing
When they believe
We'll dance along the river's edge
Just arm and arm along the moonlit shore
The midnight cries
Well I just came to chase the blues away
For awhile
Just like a child you'll cling to me
From every sound along that rushes near
It's just the breeze that licks your skin
and rubs your breast
And as we lay our river's flow away
Your woman fear
Well I just came to chase the blues away
For awhile
With the morning sun we'll wake
And lift our eyes and watch the eagle fly
Up mountain high
And on his wings our love will climb
And never fail until he soars and dives
Oh, he'll take your breath away
Well, he just came to chase the blues away
For awhile
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
sometimes a little medical information may be useful: Q-fever
RKI, Q-Fieber
Q -fever, CDC
Q-fever, wiki
In 2014 there were 189 people infected in one go not really far from my home,
a sheep market near Heidenheim, in Steinheim,"Mondscheinmarkt".
As i recently mentioned a dramatic increase of Hanta virus infections in my area this year,
myself getting infected, i post another regional medical special problem.
In my practice it has been rare over the last 25 years , 2-3 cases, although we have many sheep
here, a lot really.
It can present with an atypical pneumonia and can be well treated with specific antibiotics as it is
a bacterial infection (Coxiella burnetii). The bacterium had been discovered about 80 years ago in Australia.
It is not endemic in New Zealand!
This year so far less than 30 in all of Baden-Wuerttemberg.
The way of infection is mostly the same as with Hanta (Hanta: from mice): inhalation of dust containing dried urine, droppings, placenta, here generally from sheep.
So, don't inhale-live exhaling if you dare.
but no, it is really rare...
....and there are some even rarer infectious diseases occurring here and elsewhere.
Psittacosis, neighbours had caged birds, a new budgie died, had started to ask on them,
took me a while to find out why the lady coughed and a child playing there often, both atypical pneumonia, also easily treated. This year 2 in Baden-Wuerttemberg.
....and i observed one case of Leptospirosis which is not nice at all, but years ago.
This year 7 in Baden Wuerttemberg.
so, this was my observation day. i shared...
Q -fever, CDC
Q-fever, wiki
In 2014 there were 189 people infected in one go not really far from my home,
a sheep market near Heidenheim, in Steinheim,"Mondscheinmarkt".
As i recently mentioned a dramatic increase of Hanta virus infections in my area this year,
myself getting infected, i post another regional medical special problem.
In my practice it has been rare over the last 25 years , 2-3 cases, although we have many sheep
here, a lot really.
It can present with an atypical pneumonia and can be well treated with specific antibiotics as it is
a bacterial infection (Coxiella burnetii). The bacterium had been discovered about 80 years ago in Australia.
It is not endemic in New Zealand!
This year so far less than 30 in all of Baden-Wuerttemberg.
The way of infection is mostly the same as with Hanta (Hanta: from mice): inhalation of dust containing dried urine, droppings, placenta, here generally from sheep.
So, don't inhale-live exhaling if you dare.
but no, it is really rare...
....and there are some even rarer infectious diseases occurring here and elsewhere.
Psittacosis, neighbours had caged birds, a new budgie died, had started to ask on them,
took me a while to find out why the lady coughed and a child playing there often, both atypical pneumonia, also easily treated. This year 2 in Baden-Wuerttemberg.
....and i observed one case of Leptospirosis which is not nice at all, but years ago.
This year 7 in Baden Wuerttemberg.
so, this was my observation day. i shared...
Monday, July 17, 2017
to live and to die in Germany & the carbon dioxide poisoning of our atmosphere
I am just reading the national statistics on cases of death in 2015 for Germany.
Well, not much change.
Women still reach more frequently old age,
must be tougher..
not made for hunting but for endurance...
Half of the women who died in 2015 were 85 or older,
only one quarter of the men who died had reached this kind of age.
Cardiovascular diseases the first (ca. 40%), Cancer the second on the list from top (ca 25%).
Sum of deaths : 925 200
Alive inhabitants: about 82,8 millions
Now, the number of deaths is approximately the same in total for men and for women.
other genders are not in statistics...:-), sorry.
I don't really know what to do with these statistics.
Death cannot be prevented- and for many reasons we shouldn't try.
World population: 7.5 billion people, on the increase second by second, in spite of wars,
HIV, epidemic diseases, earth quakes, mud slides, floods and fires and tornados and mass accidents.
Everybody talks about melting ice in the polar regions, catastrophical changes in weather,
a lot of it attributed to the increase of carbon dioxide concentration in the atmosphere.
Carbon dioxide emissions from fossil fuels, methane from raising livestock and rice fields..
all true.
In its 2014 report, the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change 'showed' how the reduction through efficiency of CO2 emissions from fossil fuels was wiped out by population increase- as i can see the statistics were made up to please, so not wiped out but made worth only about half of what could be estimated as possible 'good' outcome.
.
One human produces a minimum of 380 kgs carbon dioxide yearly,
only if we were at rest all the time. in fact, it is much more.
On top of this we have the carbon dioxide emissions of animals, see animal farming.
I don't trust any statistics, but at a guess humans worldwide emit about 10%
of the amount of carbon dioxide emitted by industry alone. Netto, on top..
Quite clearly, from a view preserving life and planet: death must happen.
It does anyway.
And, in fact, birth control wouldn't be a bad idea.
The reduction of fossil emissions alone will never be enough,
and a stop to industrial animal "production" though useful and though i wish
it stopped as many humans do, from ethical grounds
and considered with intelligence and compassion: it will also not be enough.
to put political pressure on this issue, animal industry, there is the additional damage
and emissions from waste, wasted life, rotting meat..surplus food in western societies which build on consumerism, totally indifferent to other life forms, cruel like many colonialists,
walking blindly into their own destruction: they will be waste.
The balance in total is out of control.
nothing more to say.
it is like Gordon's knot.
Well, not much change.
Women still reach more frequently old age,
must be tougher..
not made for hunting but for endurance...
Half of the women who died in 2015 were 85 or older,
only one quarter of the men who died had reached this kind of age.
Cardiovascular diseases the first (ca. 40%), Cancer the second on the list from top (ca 25%).
Sum of deaths : 925 200
Alive inhabitants: about 82,8 millions
Now, the number of deaths is approximately the same in total for men and for women.
other genders are not in statistics...:-), sorry.
I don't really know what to do with these statistics.
Death cannot be prevented- and for many reasons we shouldn't try.
World population: 7.5 billion people, on the increase second by second, in spite of wars,
HIV, epidemic diseases, earth quakes, mud slides, floods and fires and tornados and mass accidents.
Everybody talks about melting ice in the polar regions, catastrophical changes in weather,
a lot of it attributed to the increase of carbon dioxide concentration in the atmosphere.
Carbon dioxide emissions from fossil fuels, methane from raising livestock and rice fields..
all true.
In its 2014 report, the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change 'showed' how the reduction through efficiency of CO2 emissions from fossil fuels was wiped out by population increase- as i can see the statistics were made up to please, so not wiped out but made worth only about half of what could be estimated as possible 'good' outcome.
.
One human produces a minimum of 380 kgs carbon dioxide yearly,
only if we were at rest all the time. in fact, it is much more.
On top of this we have the carbon dioxide emissions of animals, see animal farming.
I don't trust any statistics, but at a guess humans worldwide emit about 10%
of the amount of carbon dioxide emitted by industry alone. Netto, on top..
Quite clearly, from a view preserving life and planet: death must happen.
It does anyway.
And, in fact, birth control wouldn't be a bad idea.
The reduction of fossil emissions alone will never be enough,
and a stop to industrial animal "production" though useful and though i wish
it stopped as many humans do, from ethical grounds
and considered with intelligence and compassion: it will also not be enough.
to put political pressure on this issue, animal industry, there is the additional damage
and emissions from waste, wasted life, rotting meat..surplus food in western societies which build on consumerism, totally indifferent to other life forms, cruel like many colonialists,
walking blindly into their own destruction: they will be waste.
The balance in total is out of control.
nothing more to say.
it is like Gordon's knot.
i don't want to go to Ithaca
Three years ago
i was asked
to seek Ithaca,
but i didn't look
to go back home,
no return to
places of slaughter
and to the dark womb
of palaces which i had long
missed to flee.
then, free from promises
why should i have cared
where the winds take me.
more light, enough,
dreaming under trees
with the scent of grass,
again a child herding goats,
still, with the song of flutes
and in the arms of love,
not running towards my end.
it is sweet, love, to give,
but so hard to keep
and filled with bitter
nights and sour days
i accept my fate
in the garden, will not seek
Ithaca, what has been
is not the same now.
i stay, here, inside,
eat cherries and bread.
i am so terribly busy
balancing the waves.
i feel better
to be truly lost
than to set sail
for an illusion.
light..is everywhere
where darkness has a home,
and sleep and death
come in their own good time.
i was asked
to seek Ithaca,
but i didn't look
to go back home,
no return to
places of slaughter
and to the dark womb
of palaces which i had long
missed to flee.
then, free from promises
why should i have cared
where the winds take me.
more light, enough,
dreaming under trees
with the scent of grass,
again a child herding goats,
still, with the song of flutes
and in the arms of love,
not running towards my end.
it is sweet, love, to give,
but so hard to keep
and filled with bitter
nights and sour days
i accept my fate
in the garden, will not seek
Ithaca, what has been
is not the same now.
i stay, here, inside,
eat cherries and bread.
i am so terribly busy
balancing the waves.
i feel better
to be truly lost
than to set sail
for an illusion.
light..is everywhere
where darkness has a home,
and sleep and death
come in their own good time.
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Cream, Tales of Brave Ulysses
You thought the leaden winter
Would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer
To the violence of the sun
Would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer
To the violence of the sun
And the colors of the sea
Blind your eyes with trembling mermaids
And you touch the distant beaches
With tales of brave Ulysses
Blind your eyes with trembling mermaids
And you touch the distant beaches
With tales of brave Ulysses
How his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing
For the sparkling waves are calling you
To touch their white laced lips
By the sirens sweetly singing
For the sparkling waves are calling you
To touch their white laced lips
And you see a girl's brown body
Dancing through the turquoise
And her footprints make you follow
Where the sky loves the sea
Dancing through the turquoise
And her footprints make you follow
Where the sky loves the sea
And when your fingers find her
She drowns you in her body
Carving deep blue ripples
In the tissues of your mind
She drowns you in her body
Carving deep blue ripples
In the tissues of your mind
The tiny purple fishes
Run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you
To the hard land of the winter
Run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you
To the hard land of the winter
Her name is Aphrodite
And she rides a crimson shell
You know you cannot leave her
For you touched the distant sands
And she rides a crimson shell
You know you cannot leave her
For you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses
How his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing
Yeah
How his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing
Yeah
The tiny purple fishes
Run laughing through your fingers
You want to take her with you
To the hard land of the winter
Run laughing through your fingers
You want to take her with you
To the hard land of the winter
William Carlos Williams,The Poem
It's all in
the sound. A song.
Seldom a song. It should
be a song—made of
particulars, wasps,
a gentian—something
immediate, open
scissors, a lady's
eyes—waking
centrifugal, centripetal.
William Carlos Williams, Spring and all
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen
patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees
All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines—
Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches—
They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind—
Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
One by one objects are defined—
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf
But now the stark dignity of
entrance—Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted they
grip down and begin to awaken
This is just to say, William Carlos Williams (used in: Paterson, Jim Jarmusch)
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Ron Padgett, How to Be Perfect
Everything is perfect, dear friend.
—KEROUAC
—KEROUAC
Get some sleep.
Don't give advice.
Take care of your teeth and gums.
Don't be afraid of anything beyond your control. Don't be afraid, for
instance, that the building will collapse as you sleep, or that someone
you love will suddenly drop dead.
Eat an orange every morning.
Be friendly. It will help make you happy.
Raise your pulse rate to 120 beats per minute for 20 straight minutes
four or five times a week doing anything you enjoy.
Hope for everything. Expect nothing.
Take care of things close to home first. Straighten up your room
before you save the world. Then save the world.
Know that the desire to be perfect is probably the veiled expression
of another desire—to be loved, perhaps, or not to die.
Make eye contact with a tree.
Be skeptical about all opinions, but try to see some value in each of
them.
Dress in a way that pleases both you and those around you.
Do not speak quickly.
Learn something every day. (Dzien dobre!)
Be nice to people before they have a chance to behave badly.
Don't stay angry about anything for more than a week, but don't
forget what made you angry. Hold your anger out at arm's length
and look at it, as if it were a glass ball. Then add it to your glass ball
collection.
Be loyal.
Wear comfortable shoes.
Design your activities so that they show a pleasing balance
and variety.
Be kind to old people, even when they are obnoxious. When you
become old, be kind to young people. Do not throw your cane at
them when they call you Grandpa. They are your grandchildren!
Live with an animal.
Do not spend too much time with large groups of people.
If you need help, ask for it.
Cultivate good posture until it becomes natural.
If someone murders your child, get a shotgun and blow his head off.
Plan your day so you never have to rush.
Show your appreciation to people who do things for you, even if you
have paid them, even if they do favors you don't want.
Do not waste money you could be giving to those who need it.
Expect society to be defective. Then weep when you find that it is far
more defective than you imagined.
When you borrow something, return it in an even better condition.
As much as possible, use wooden objects instead of plastic or metal
ones.
Look at that bird over there.
After dinner, wash the dishes.
Calm down.
Visit foreign countries, except those whose inhabitants have
expressed a desire to kill you.
Don't expect your children to love you, so they can, if they want to.
Meditate on the spiritual. Then go a little further, if you feel like it.
What is out (in) there?
Sing, every once in a while.
Be on time, but if you are late do not give a detailed and lengthy
excuse.
Don't be too self-critical or too self-congratulatory.
Don't think that progress exists. It doesn't.
Walk upstairs.
Do not practice cannibalism.
Imagine what you would like to see happen, and then don't do
anything to make it impossible.
Take your phone off the hook at least twice a week.
Keep your windows clean.
Extirpate all traces of personal ambitiousness.
Don't use the word extirpate too often.
Forgive your country every once in a while. If that is not possible, go
to another one.
If you feel tired, rest.
Grow something.
Do not wander through train stations muttering, "We're all going to
die!"
Count among your true friends people of various stations of life.
Appreciate simple pleasures, such as the pleasure of chewing, the
pleasure of warm water running down your back, the pleasure of a
cool breeze, the pleasure of falling asleep.
Do not exclaim, "Isn't technology wonderful!"
Learn how to stretch your muscles. Stretch them every day.
Don't be depressed about growing older. It will make you feel even
older. Which is depressing.
Do one thing at a time.
If you burn your finger, put it in cold water immediately. If you bang
your finger with a hammer, hold your hand in the air for twenty
minutes. You will be surprised by the curative powers of coldness and
gravity.
Learn how to whistle at earsplitting volume.
Be calm in a crisis. The more critical the situation, the calmer you
should be.
Enjoy sex, but don't become obsessed with it. Except for brief periods
in your adolescence, youth, middle age, and old age.
Contemplate everything's opposite.
If you're struck with the fear that you've swum out too far in the
ocean, turn around and go back to the lifeboat.
Keep your childish self alive.
Answer letters promptly. Use attractive stamps, like the one with a
tornado on it.
Cry every once in a while, but only when alone. Then appreciate
how much better you feel. Don't be embarrassed about feeling better.
Do not inhale smoke.
Take a deep breath.
Do not smart off to a policeman.
Do not step off the curb until you can walk all the way across the
street. From the curb you can study the pedestrians who are trapped
in the middle of the crazed and roaring traffic.
Be good.
Walk down different streets.
Backwards.
Remember beauty, which exists, and truth, which does not. Notice
that the idea of truth is just as powerful as the idea of beauty.
Stay out of jail.
In later life, become a mystic.
Use Colgate toothpaste in the new Tartar Control formula.
Visit friends and acquaintances in the hospital. When you feel it is
time to leave, do so.
Be honest with yourself, diplomatic with others.
Do not go crazy a lot. It's a waste of time.
Read and reread great books.
Dig a hole with a shovel.
In winter, before you go to bed, humidify your bedroom.
Know that the only perfect things are a 300 game in bowling and a
27-batter, 27-out game in baseball.
Drink plenty of water. When asked what you would like to drink,
say, "Water, please."
Ask "Where is the loo?" but not "Where can I urinate?"
Be kind to physical objects.
Beginning at age forty, get a complete "physical" every few years
from a doctor you trust and feel comfortable with.
Don't read the newspaper more than once a year.
Learn how to say "hello," "thank you," and "chopsticks"
in Mandarin.
Belch and fart, but quietly.
Be especially cordial to foreigners.
See shadow puppet plays and imagine that you are one of the
characters. Or all of them.
Take out the trash.
Love life.
Use exact change.
When there's shooting in the street, don't go near the window.
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