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Ronald as a Dame

Bitter old wrinkled woman, scrutinizes… everything
Sits and stares into space, barely wondering, barely noticing,
Anything that does not coincide with her long memory,
Failing eyesight, or loss of hearing,
Lovely lady, walks with a cane
How young is she?
Possibly ninety-eight? Two lifetimes ago, is there anything
She hasn’t seen, she has slowly been accustom to change
Well accustomed, maybe over presuming,
One needs to unlock her ancient secrets,
Bitter mind, tight as a safe,
Who once might she have been?
No longer willing to touch anything,
Dying for human touch, wasting away

I have an old friend Richard
I see signs of rigidity set in
It’s not Rigor mortis,
But unwillingness to accept more change
He served in a war, lived two long lives,
Lived with the Eskimos,
Pedaling his a racing machine
Through wind and rain, raised two
Kids, when his first wife abandoned him,
Is done with reality, says the world today
Is insane, can no longer make senses of anything
No, it’s not Alzheimers, it’s long range resistance to change
To see the world he worked so hard to create, suddenly falling apart
Beginning to go down the drain, must be heart wrenching.
Refusal to take part in anything, and this could be him,
Sitting alone, ignoring the world, needing a friend yet not willing
And this could be him, aside from the obvious gender status
Looking at the world through old colored glasses, trying to forget everything
Trying to remember who and where he is, after going millions of miles,
Who cares if his only daughter associates as gay.
Who cares if we’re male or female at the end of our day?
We all identify as old, each in our own way,
So, let’s go 2+LGBTQ and sometimes Old, decrepit and old,
Those who society discards and throws away,
Once we reach that certain old age,
Unless we make centenarian
The we begin again
Like ancient peoples from a dying race,
Just hang up your shingle
“Gone fishing” ~psp


Ancient Battles

Send old men to war with their wrinklies and their warts!
With their bulging veins on those skinny legs,
With their bulging knees, and if enough
Of us stand up against the enemy,
We probably outnumber them about one to three.
Three of us and one of them.
The only way they’ll succeed is over our dead bodies
But Canada’s a vast country
The only way we can defend this expansive property,
The second longest border in the world,
Is by building a wall of China
Or a Mexican fence,
So how about we use our numbers,
To just make peace with our neighbors
Like Moses and Jesus told us.
Love thy enemy, love thy neighbor as thyself
This animosity has been going on since eternity
Survival of the fittest ape and humanity ~psp

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Spring plant sale
The beginning of spring
Varieties of leaves wave on
O, me, what will happen to me?
Sea of leafy green from wall to wall,
Garden growers call, and lost mariners stall,
Looking for land on which to refuge from it all
I quickly find the magazines, to help make sense,
Of this, “Look it up on your phone, if you don’t know
What plant it be,” comes the green thumb advice to me,
I don’t use cellphones, I defiantly said; It may have fallen
On deaf ears, Oh, well. I prefer natural communication
“Everything 50 % off!” shout the market shipmates,
And garden hoes marching about this makeshift
Vessel. “Early comers pay full prices, but
Latecomers pay half!” for the dregs
(That’s good, I guess…)
I find a pile of magazines to cling to
Digging through the colorful pics,
For my art, of tangled gardens
I consider them works of art
And the hands that made them, impressionist art
Androgynous green swims through my head
Once there was a Garden in a Cosmic Sea,
Now they sell flowers to plant in the trees
“One dollar each, but they’re now 50 cents”
Do you take credit? – “Sorry, cash only.”
Comes the answer – Well then,
It looks like it’s not my lucky day!
A space in time where two worlds meet.
I leave empty handed but filled with
Inspiration and remorse
A mental picture
Of what lies ahead
Have a wonderful summer
May your gardens all flourish! ~psp

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" 'Man and Woman are connected by an invisible red thread.'

This legend is rooted in Japanese culture and beliefs and symbolizes fate and the power of bonding. The red thread represents the idea that you are fatefully connected to the person you are meant to meet. It is also a soothing lullaby that allows you to accept whatever reality you are faced with as a fate you cannot go against." 


Katsu Nakajima  -  "Red String" via

Attraction is the motivation.

Augustine’s conception of love as “a kind of craving” — the Latin appetitus, from which the word appetite is derived — and his assertion that “to love is indeed nothing else than to crave something for its own sake,” Arendt is propelling love. amor mundi — “love of the world”. The ancient Greeks, in their pioneering effort to order the chaos of the cosmos, neatly taxonomized them into filial love (the kind we feel for siblings, children, parents, and friends), eros (the love of lovers), and agape (the deepest, purest, most impersonal and spiritual love). Inseparable from the deepest wellspring of love: the personal, self-love, the mirror from love of other.



Illustration from An ABZ of Love, Kurt Vonnegut’s favorite vintage Danish guide to sexuality

So long as we desire temporal things, we are constantly under this threat, and our fear of losing always corresponds to our desire to have. via

enjoy!

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i just migrated back to dreamwidth because livejournal began to block their own users from accessing our own pages
we are a technology at war, and i don't see any simple solutions
the landscape is changing too fast for me as a user to keep up with it
but this is of course what 'they' want, is to confuse the hell out of us until we give up
LJ is now fully russian and excluding international users by way of their government bank controlled Sber ID to pay or update or register
LJ is no longer welcoming foreigners
a handful of us that hung on til now are blocked from commenting to friends
welcome to the gulag of the internet
we are in a digital prison now
dreamwidth appears to be the last bastion for free bloggers
social media is too busy and chaotic
i think i'm done with digital media
going back to being human
cheers
https://dw-maintenance.dreamwidth.org/86004.html

When we consider the great wisdom of antiquity and how much Homer excelled in intellectual prudence, and in an accurate knowledge of every virtue, it must not be denied that he has obscurely indicated the images of things of a more divine nature in the fiction of a fable. It would be absurd for Homer to expect, that in describing a cave fabricated merely by poetical license and thus artificially opening a path to Gods and men in the region of Ithaca, he should gain the belief of mankind. And it is equally absurd to suppose, that nature herself should point out, in this place, one path for the descent of all mankind, and again another path for all the Gods. For, indeed, the whole world is full of Gods and men; but it is impossible to be persuaded, that in the Ithacensian cave men descend, and Gods ascend. Cronius therefore, having premised this much, says, that it is evident, not only to the wise but also to the vulgar, that the poet, under the veil of allegory, conceals some mysterious signification; thus compelling others to explore what the gate of men is and also what is the gate of the Gods.The Pythagoreans. and after them Plato, showed that the world is a cavern and a den. For the powers which are the leaders of souls, thus speak in a verse of Empedocles: “Now at this secret cavern we’re arrived.”


Plato's Allegory of the Cave stablediffusion

And by Plato, in the seventh book of his Republic, it is said, Behold men as if dwelling in a subterraneous cavern, and in a denlike habitation, whose entrance is widely expanded to the admission of the light through the whole cave.” But when the other person in the dialogue says: You adduce an unusual and wonderful similitude,” he replies, “The whole of this image, friend Glauco, must be adapted to what has been before said, assimilating this receptacle, which is visible through the sight to the habitation of a prison; but the light of the fire which is in it to the power of the sun.

Plato's Allegory of the Cave. via. ♫¸.•*¨♥✿♪

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“High at the head a branching olive grows
And crowns the pointed cliffs with shady boughs.
A cavern pleasant, though involved in night,
Beneath it lies, the Naiades delight:
Where bowls and urns of workmanship divine
And massy beams in native marble shine;
On which the Nymphs amazing webs display,
Of purple hue and exquisite array,
The busy bees within the urns secure
Honey delicious, and like nectar pure.
Perpetual waters through the grotto glide,
A lofty gate unfolds on either side;
That to the north is pervious to mankind:
The sacred south t’immortals is consign’d.”


William Russell Flint illustration for the Odyssey. via.

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