Today is World AIDS Day. We can celebrate the advances and sustained lives, people living with HIV instead of dying of AIDS, and mourn the losses – of which there are plenty.
November 26, 2013
meaninglessness
Written in response to being told only life has meaning through Jesus Christ:
Each of us, in life, affects another being and usually a large set of beings – beings we know personally and beings we do not know at all – through direct action we have this effect and through indirect action we have an even greater one. Our names may not live on forever but our actions will. So, to say that my life is meaningless because I think this life is it, or I don’t believe in an afterlife or a god, most likely is going to be meaningless to me because you simply aren’t paying attention to anything other than your personal world view.
Imaginary beings need not apply.
November 26, 2013
monkey
I’m down
here
to see
if I can
write something
surrounded by
red walls
and
Micael Chadwick paintings
with various books
from philosophy
to poetry to
religion
listening to
the classical station
of which
I am a member
for the
amazing
yearly fee
of 90 dollars
and drinking
my preferred
black coffee
in a porcelain mug
and I keep thinking
of Tantalus
head above water
hands
out of reach of
fruits or leaves
hell is sleeping
all day with
nothing to write
the world
just
out of reach
the monkey sits
on a pile
of stones
and stares
at the open book
in his
hand
November 21, 2013
Jack London on gods
I haven’t been writing any poetry lately but have continued to read quite a bit – not as much as my wife but enough to satisfy me. Someday soon I’ll get back to writing but for now I thought I would share this quote from “White Fang” – by Jack London
“To man has been given the grief, often, of seeing his gods overthrown and his alters crumbling; but to the wolf and the wild dog that have come in to crouch at man’s feet, this grief has never come. Unlike man, whose gods are of the unseen and the overguessed, vapors and mists of fancy eluding the garmenture of reality, wandering wraiths of desired goodness and power, intangible outcroppings of self into the realm of spirit…”
That was all I really had – nothing much to report and I don’t really get into the repost thing but for your amusement I may repost a few older poems soon – or hell, a few newer ones I’ve not been exactly sure of. We shall see.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 