HIGH PRIEST, A POEM

by Writer from the Margin on March 20, 2017

a man, a fool,
hidden in mysteries
a marvel mockery
of stability

a priest, a prisoner,
made of polish
humorous in appearance
if specious

 

ACRONYMS

February 6, 2017

Humans are obsessed with self-description, the “I”, the big “I”. Plants just “are.” They are “being,” the verb. Humans are self-aware, self conscious, an image frozen in a mirror. Humans are all about “self-aggrandizement.” When humans see a tree, they think only of what the tree means to them, to their well being. Perhaps it is a thing of beauty which may give the human a rush of euphoria and today this will be registered with photos or with what is referred to as selfies in front of the tree. It may mean shade. It may be something needing removal, something in the way. When the tree is cut down, it’s “being” is transformed by the busy human into a thing. An inert substance that becomes a floor or a cabinet or a luxury item, an object, much like the human, who possesses it. That once this tree was home to civilizations from our own Animal Kingdom, as well as from the other Kingdoms whom we can’t see, is lost to us. That this tree can, to paraphrase a scientist, Tim Plowman, “eat light,” store carbon, provide oxygen is lost to us. And this short sightedness, if not corrected with a heightened intelligence(HI), will eventually kill us.

To begin…

COROLLARIES

February 2, 2017

With time unwinding through the reel of a fly rod releasing its bait into our pool of reality, we can find, looking back, each revolution a repetition of a character or an event, never the same but similar. In this case the accruing of power in the hands of those behind the scenes. Martin Bormann, Hitler Secretary; Saloth Sar, the hidden power behind the Khmer Rouge, later known as Pol Pot; and our very own Stephen Bannon, Donald Trump master mind of what the writer would call the Theory of Vengeance.
- Martin Bormann (1927 – 1945): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Bormann
- Saloth Sar (1963 – 1978): The Vietnam Experience: The Aftermath: Chapter 3, Revolution Against Revolution
- Stephen Bannon: (2016 – ?): contemporary media.

To begin…

THE GEORGE SANTAYANA CONUNDRUM

January 22, 2017

The Method: Originally, I remembered Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche saying “Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.” I was confident. But when I went to look for this quote in his work, I couldn’t find it. A search on the Internet was equally barren. Even on the Internet no one attributed this quote to him. However I discovered Edmund Burke had said it. The search revealed numerous sites with Burke’s famous quote. But when I wanted a source, I couldn’t find where he had said it. I needed a book, a page, to be sure. And there seemed many variations to the quote. Finally, thanks to Wikipedia I landed on George Santayana, someone I’m not familiar with but soon will be. I found the book and the page. I have yet to read the actual book and underline the actual quote. So even here, history is slippery. Has it ever been different?

To begin…

THE SNACK

January 2, 2017

Who is to judge? The experts, sometime when the Writer was a boy, devised a novel scheme. The portable meal with disposable packaging. When all the ingredients as well as the conveyance were perishable, the evidence quickly disappeared. In some twist of logic, the paper bag seen here was replaced by a plastic one nearby. The coffee container is cardboard but the top is plastic. Ancestors in all the Living Kingdoms helped make this lid. It took them 360 million years to make. Humans take the credit. Human are still at war with the members of these Living Kingdoms. We believe we are separate and cherished by our gods. But only fools can destroy the other living beings to produce such a paltry waste stream. Only fools can’t see the sacred vessel they hold , in truth, are the fern forests of another age.

To begin…

BUCKET, HOSE AND CUP

November 26, 2016

So here is the pattern of the hose newly arranged, the bucket tossed aside, a discarded drum, unimportant for the moment, but the cup – who placed the cup inside the coil of hose, upside down? Does it matter? Is this the random gesture of a joker? Or is this a telltale of the celestial music Kepler spoke of? To us. A note on a musical scale we can no longer hear? The sinewy cleft of a burned out quasar with a half note minus its stem? What’s more. . .

To begin…

BOULDERS, BUCKETS AND THE HOSE

November 6, 2016

The boulders indicate the upheaval created by a front end loader, the buckets by the casual carelessness of those leaving for the day. The hose, on the other hand, may be the unintended rinceau, unfolding the imaginary tendrils of a vine along the edges of a Book Of Hours, a hieroglyph from an age of meanings lost.

To begin…

ANXIETY, A POEM

September 30, 2016

Anxiety doesn’t care about the problem itself, any problem will do. The smallest problem can make us as anxious as the largest and none may be our own. Bombing a city in Syria, an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico or just a delay in our mail delivery. A bureaucratic quagmire in a city agency, or the arrival of a new but damaged refrigerator. The face of a presidential candidate? They all can equally stir anxiety. How about the hole in your sock, the last pair in your chest of drawers, or the soup stain on your clean shirt? We can wash out socks, clean our shirts and the refrigerator will eventually be delivered sound. Even the mail will come sometime. But the bombing goes on and the oil spill has left its mark. We do the best we can, even when we don’t suffer the catastrophes of falling walls and rising seas, but Anxiety, circling above us, must land again. This is how it is now. In this day and age of solutions.

To begin…

RUBBER BOOTS, PART 3

August 27, 2016
To begin…