Jan 30

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Another stranger

Strong teeth nibbling at the soul,
a midnight snack of attempted progress.

My feet treaded new footsteps,
from the moment I woke up.

Sore eyes for similar,
familiar lies. I’m fooling myself again.

Putting out isn’t the same, the
first time, second time, third time around.

Give me stone eyes. Eyes that find hearts
cold. Minds that build false homes in me.

Now, I’ve opened the front door, but
nothing looks familiar. Not even
his now familiar beard.

Someone else has made my bed,
and although new things feel safe,
I’ve encountered another stranger.

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Jan 07

Recently I was hooked on this mini-series on the history of the English language. It turns out the language played a back seat for a while but thanks to its versatility it held on throughout the years. Often as a symbol of rebellion and the common folks’ vernacular, the shapes the language took throughout invasion and change of rule is remarkable. We owe it’s difficulty to the mutt of a language that it is as well as to the traditionalists in the English Chancery. They, in printing national texts and laws, after going English, often chose versions/spellings of the words that weren’t written as they were pronounced but stayed true to their various roots (of which there are many). Many initial texts, even the first prints of the Bible, are the first time it is believed certain spellings and many new words were chosen/added into everyday use.

I’ve been inspired. Write on, speak on, and read on. Story sharing, adaptability, the Bible, and rebellion should all be something to be inspired by.

A fun poem Continue reading »

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Dec 10

*VIDEO - 4 Million Chinese Evacuated

Focusing on the dam, it hopefully will direct your attention to some of the ills in the system when it comes to environmental issues and management in China.

Historically the Three Gorges have been of inspiration to many famous forms of expression. I’d like to begin with this poem.

Sadness of the Gorges

Above the gorges, one thread of sky:
Cascades in the gorges twine a thousand cords.
High up, the slant of splintered sunlight, moonlight:
Beneath, curbs to the wild heave of the waves.
The shock of a gleam, and then another,
In depths of shadow frozen for centuries:
The rays between the gorges do not halt at noon;
Where the straits are perilous, more hungry spittle.
Trees lock their roots in rotted coffins
And the twisted skeletons hang tilted upright:
Branches right as the frost perches
Mournful cadences, remote and clear.
A spurned exile’s shrivelled guts
Scald and seethe in the water and fire he walks through.
A lifetime’s like a fine-spun thread,
The road goes up by the rope at the edge.
When he pours his libation of tears to the ghosts in the stream
The ghosts gather, a shimmer on the waves.

Meng Jiao (751–814) tr. A. C. Graham

At the railings edge of the boat you are looking up into the awe-inspiring Three Gorges area, located in China’s southeast, in the same way that has been done for centuries. Inspiration captures you just as it had to those millions before you floating by or sitting at the banks. Yet, clearly you see in front of you those painted markers reminding you that soon probably over 175 meters of this very awe inspiring space will be under water. It becomes visually obvious some of the use values lost by water cover already.

China’s water resources are one of the most historically manipulated resources for reasons ranging from a symbol of political power to the practical use of flood control. The Cultural Revolution brought China into its dam boom, having built over 80,000 dams since then, 1966 (Chetham, 186). When ground broke in 1994 for the construction of the Three Gorges Dam a discussion had finally met an abrupt conclusion that had been going on since early that century. A discussion that in fact was limited in itself. A landslide vote in the congress came from a silenced voice of many who had tried to speak out against the project. Ridden with holes in the protection of free speech the market for information suffered its greatest negative externality, conversation without criticism.

As recent as 1999, 2000, and 2002 issues regarding embezzlement, quality of materials, and cracks in the walls of the dam have had to be investigated. It now, is an expensive reality that cannot be ignored. Improvements and alternatives aren’t commonplace considering that criticism of the dam remains strictly forbidden. The integrity of the dam is up in the air and it begs the question if it is worth all the negative externalities created as a result.

Do you think it’s worth it? They do…

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Oct 23

One night legacy

Cold eyes
fell into
my lap.

Dropping emotions
circled his
smoke circles.

Tender arms
never tasted
better to
my skin.

:idea: Does this ring true for you?

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Oct 20

Cornucopia

Gourds are full of more colors than you’d expect.
We put on more faces than we’d expect.

Halloween approaches but you are afraid of more
than just costumes.
It is not just the costumes.
Underneath the applied skins, it is hard to determine
social cultural edibility.

Makeup,
makeup your eyes.
Eat the sweets of discovering what is in your own
goodie-bag.
Let yourself melt in your own mouth
and feel the sweet bounty of truth sticky in your hands.

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Oct 09

Refrain (repeated)

Deep song during Mass for the very first bout,
The religiosity is seeping it.
The 12 year old repeated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy.’ Doubt.

Filled with the reason of this rhyme.
Scripture searched youth for sexuality.
Deep song during Mass for the very first bout.

Hurt moved further in, buried in owned crime.
Gloating from lips flew song, hands clasped.
The 12 year old repeated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy.’ Doubt.

Tandem steps for a communion mime,
the Body tasted like adhesive on a Post-it.
Deep song during Mass for the very first bout.

Illusion, always thinking parishioners took big gulps of the blood wine,
but they don’t. Ignorant of the wasted spirit.
The 12 year old repeated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy.’ Doubt.

Praying really fit the game,
knees sore. God up-ended.
Deep song during Mass for the very first bout,
The 12 year old repeated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy.’ Doubt.

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Oct 02

Drinking Success

It sometimes feels like a ocean
building up, as careful concern
increases pressure around the eyes.

Sweet silence. Open eyes find
paradise. The realization that
we have bathed in seas of expectation.

Overwhelmed input. Water pumps
out in gushes turning desert into
lush oasis. Curing everything.

Learning to write. Thinking selfishly was tough,
really actually difficult. The ink still
produces black gold. It takes time to write.

Leaves sound like rain, pouring rain.
This is when the wind brings
ideas and thoughts are speedy.

Growing towards nothing. Tripped,
manage this flood. Catch yourself,
desire the flood’s opportunities.

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