[Why Nuts?] A look into the unique creative art of blogger I-Shan Lin…

Here is a delightful and different blog by I-Shan LIn. Her drawings and writing are fresh and creative. Thanks for the permission to re-blog.

“I’ve got all I need. Me, a paper boat and lots of nuts. So there’s nothing to be afraid of.” 

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Death is late…Re-blogged from writer George Agak’s site, Sliver of Darkness.

I am very touched by this excellent poem by George Agak.      His work is very graphic, and grabs ahold of the reader and doesn’t let go.       It is an accomplishment to achieve such a deeply emotional work of writing, and as you folks know, I am not subject to being moved by hyperbole….so I appreciate what I may call beauty-in-horror.      It is a sad fact that this kind of terrible scenario exists in our modern world.       Thanks for letting me re-blog, George!

 

Sliver of Darkness

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I will write a letter and toss it in the wind
Or strip your hammock and toss in the river
I might be dead when they reach you
Nothing has changed
Yet nothing has remained the same
The gods have been vexed
All this time they’ve held rain

Grass still grows
Watered by endless flow of blood
The valley has changed its appeal
The shades we once rested under
Now home rotting humans
And vultures feast
The freedom fighters have fought the system
Then rebelled against their prior motives
They kill anything in human gait

But still….
The government lives
Not counting the ones lost
They fly outside to drink and dine
Because this nation is rotten
Their appetite might wane

When they took you, bro,
I couldn’t fight them
That’s cowardice I know
But death isn’t for the brave either

Bro, this nation is rich
You could have seen…

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Where have all the bloggers gone? Gone to silence, every one…my take on Opinionated Man’s observations.

Today my friend Jason over at OPINIONATED MAN  posted a question about the recent slow-down in blogging.          https://aopinionatedman.com/2017/03/29/where-did-they-all-go/#respond    I started to make a comment, which of course went all hay-wild, and I am moved to make a post of my own.    Thanks, Jason

huh….good question!

I’ve been thinking about this a lot.   I think it is because I am overwhelmed.   I LOVE blogging…love my blog, my fellow bloggers.   Since the beginning of this year…. January 20, 1917 to be exact we wake up every morning to a new disaster of Government Gone Mad, and are filled with rage that everything we hold dear is going down the tubes.

Now….having written that statement above, my zapping finger wants to delete it.   WHY?   Because someone will pick on me for being partisan or a conspiracy theorist or a Democrat or Liberal or biased….and make me feel like a terrible person because I am critical and speak out about it.

What I really want to do is write about Daisies…and Little Bunnies…Sweetness…Light.     I want to write poetry that curls the toes and reaches out to my lost- love- with- the- blue- eyes .

Photos…I want to take photos and put them online.
Blogs…I want to visit every one of my blogger pals every day….AND comment on stuff.
Writing Poetry…I want to write great poems that I love.  (I may be my own favorite poet.)
History…I want to write about History….the pyramids, archeology, slavery, British Abolishment of Slavery,
Rachel Jackson, the Real Purpose of Foreign Aid.

So why don’t I write about these things?     Because someone/somewhere will resent it, or think that I am opinionated.   Someone told me once when I was complaining about the bombing of Baghdad…that he “always knew what I was going to say…always negative…always unpatriotic.”

Or worse, the “WHO do you think you are?” remarks from alien commenters…both from Mars and from Maryland.   These are the folks who demand their right to say and write anything they please—while sneering at what I write and telling me that I don’t know what I’m talking about.      Do I ever say that to anyone?   No—

Yes….I am overwhelmed.   Chastised by people who laugh at me for being “afraid of the Russians.”    Reluctant to say anything that will piss somebody off.

I check my notebooks, and too often to stuff I find scribbled there is pinched and stiff…topics like bombs and war and why I hate the news people.

From now on I’m going back to writing something in my blog every day….no matter how mundane, how ridiculous, how unpopular…and if anyone doesn’t like it they can go read something else.    AND I’ll just write about my theories, and is anyone wants to snicker or make fun of me for being a silly…well, I’m not even going there…fine.   Just keep one thing in mind: just because I’m a conspiracy theorist doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get me.

What is Post-truth? Re-blogged from We, the Millennials

Here’s a neat post that is re-blogged from We, the Millennials….. in turn re-blogged from Harsh Reality.      I always like to discover new, or more accurately “refurbished” words which are old words with new meanings.    Thanks for the re-blog permission!

 

We, the Millennials!

The Post-truth Era

Many people questioned me why I kept the name, the post-truth era blog? Is it a political blog? Are you against Brexit or a fan of Narendra Modi or Donald Trump? My answer is simple, ‘NO’. It’s not a political blog, it’s more about expressing our opinion to everyone, discuss things you always felt passionate about but never felt comfortable sharing or time to share. Most blogs have discussed this term in the reference of politics, but I want to focus more on What does Post-truth mean for us? Is this term has relevance in our life? Do we even need to know what is post-truth era?

OK, So without getting philosophical, I confess, I have never heard this word Post-truth even as far as a year back, but I read a news where after much debate and research, Post-truth was declared theOxford Dictionaries Word…

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be-longing (re-blogged from Lorraine’s frilly Freudian slip)

Pogo’s saying “We have met the enemy, and He is Us”— in the comic strip by cartoonist Walt Kelly (1971) has long since been one of my favorite quotations…and I find it SO appropriate to our current situation. Thanks for allowing the reblog!   This blog is fresh and different in content and ideas; it reflects my own frame of mind in several ways.   I think my faithful followers will like this blog too!

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fear does not a nation make

nor isolation a country great

as we move backward in time

we tread that very very fine line

all seems revulsion, rejection, disgust

“we have met the enemy and he is us”*

must there be a revolution, another civil war

for then “we the people” shall exist no more

* Pogo cartoon strip by Walt Kelly

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Lost and Found – a Three Line Tale by Kat Myrman!

Here’s a great post from Kat Myrman! I like it a lot!

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Lost and Found

They had searched frantically for hours when a member of the team found Emily’s teddy bear hanging vicariously over the murky water from the railing of the shuttered bridge.

The authorities kept her mother far from the site, offering her coffee, as if they could protect her from the awful truth, while the sergeant called for the aquatic search team.

As onlookers gathered to watch, the mother, clinging to her baby girl’s teddy bear at the perimeter of the horrible spectacle, was jolted from her sobbing by a gentle tug on her coat sleeve, “Mommy, you found my Boo Bears…I been lookin’ eberwheres for him.”

kat – 24 January 2017

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Sean Tan via Unsplash.

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Doubt

some words of wisdom from Opinionated Man (Jason)

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I cut her with a little doubt. Not enough to break her, but enough to make her doubt herself. I watch as confusion clouds the clarity of her eyes as everything she thought she knew dies. And instead of despise, I feel her need to find herself once more. To remove the doubt I have placed as I doubt what we have.

-OM

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A Re-blog of “EU Mission to Mars; no thanks” by Calers. With commentary from a space-nut.

Here is an interesting post by Calers, one of my favorite bloggers…who always manages to stretch my imagination. Like Kermit the Frog, I subscribe to the like of Dreamers and Lovers and all of the many songs about rainbows and the sheer joy of speculation and imagination that is an innate part of our Human Intelligence. Or as my late husband once suggested: maybe I am just “nuts.”

 

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The EU has many urgent needs. A mission to Mars is not one of them. Greece may need another bailout. The EU is trying to form an army. There is massive illegal immigration. Many EU states have terrifyingly large deficits. The PIGS (Portugal, Italy, Greece and Spain) still suffer from massive unemployment. Among the young this is beyond massive. We need to turn to green energy.

The USA already has missions to Mars. It is wasteful for the United States too. There is no need for the EU to copy such profligacy. It is part of the EU’s small man syndrome. The European Union often tries and fails to rival the United States.

The EU is better than the USA in terms of dealing with poverty and providing healthcare. We have a far lower murder rate and a better human rights situation. Why do EU fanatics feel impelled to take…

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Tributary (Reblogged from Behind the White Coat)

This post is about a topic that I think about often….namely, friends in our circle of virtual friendship.   I did not know the subject of this, but in fact…popular as he was, he is thus gaining even more interest.

 

Behind the White Coat

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There are exceptional people you can come across in life if you are lucky, people who make you feel like a better version of you. Smarter. Prettier. Kinder. More patient.

Not empty flattery. No. They have a knack for finding the gem of you and making you sparkle and shine.

I have been blessed to find a few of these people in my lifetime. Paul Curran was one of those. I looked forward to his comments for that very selfish reason. He made me feel better about me.

I realize that he was a virtual friend, someone I never met, but what I feel now is a very real sense of grief and sadness. Strangely that is made worse by the fact that I can find no obituary, no mark of his passing except for the deafening silence that exists now on my blog and on many others.

I want…

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THIS UNREST IN ITS WIDER FRAMEWORK (Re-Blog from Jnana’s Red Barn)

I like this post by Jnana Hodson–and would like to comment here.

When anyone tells me that I should just put up with injustice and world atrocities of various degrees because I “can’t do anything about it…” I like to say YES, I CAN! Just speaking out about it! As I see it, my responsibility is to voice thoughts and interpretations in any way I can. Admittedly, “preaching to the choir” is actually what I do here in this blog…most of those who follow my blog tend to agree with me. They “get it” most of the time. So what have I personally done? I have taught university classes, written newspaper columns and decades of news and point-of-view articles. Now my main audience is other bloggers. I write poems, opinion pieces, talk to my readers through my blog, talk to my family and friends—some of whom consider me a valuable source of information—others who don’t.

Every scrap of information, from any source, counts. I never make snide comments or asides, and I do make every effort to back up what I say with references and citations. Nothing is ever black or white, always shades of gray. I can be wrong (really!) Sometimes I have a complete about-face…there is no shame in changing one’s mind. Some call it being “wishy-washy” or “easily swayed”…I like to call it “flexibility.”   The point is that my opinions are based on information and facts, unless clearly stated otherwise.       What is wrong is not to share what we know (or think we know.)

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Oh, these polemic rants! Maybe they become endless? There’s always injustice and inequality and those who would cheat us.

Sin, in other words, inflicted on the public. Bring on the repentance and cleansing.

So that’s the underlying struggle, it’s over spiritual values and action in motion or their lack, whether the candidate and the party are pressing for the greater good of all or the private enrichment of a few alone.

In the face of overwhelming odds, that’s the equation. But remember little David facing Goliath.

And then the way preaching, even to the choir, does renew the soul and prepare the faithful for spiritual battle.

As well as prophets, who often sound like Woodpecker, off in the wilderness somewhere.

One thing I’ve found in releasing Woodpecker’s drumming is a breakout from a feeling of helplessness. A cry as a kind of prayer. Now, back to the fray, together …

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The Void (Re-blogged from writersdream9)

One of my favorite poets…Carol Campbell (writers dream9) never disappoints. A gifted writer indeed!

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I search for the bright light of truth.

Seeking for those places of green.

Through the years, starting in my youth.

So many spaces in between.

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When I feel shrouded in darkness.

When all is covered and unseen.

Rise, in answer to the brightness.

So many spaces in between.

~

I’m like the flower through the boards.

Bloom with just a drop of serene.

Away from the masses and hoards.

So many spaces in between.

~~~

© Carol Campbell

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“The Void”

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HYSTERICAL BLAST Re-blogged from Jnana’s Red Barn

very moving…one can feel the storm as it approaches. thank you! 🙂

Jnana's Red Barn

In a single afternoon, everything changes
and it’s apparent
summer won’t be returning.

How appropriate, when the anniversary
of unspeakable catastrophe
comes a day after swimming in Maine ocean.

Great wind brings clouds and chill
and mottled sullen clouds.
Knocks trees over, rattles the house,
litters highways,
severs power to the traffic lights in Epping.

Everyone cowers
in crimped motion.
All the branches
and wires crashing down.

Comes from nowhere
comes from somewhere
not quite here.

To continue, click here.
Copyright 2015
Poem originally appeared in Hot Metal Press

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Do We Even Want to be Entertained? ReBlogged, Legends of Windemere

Excellent article on what we expect from entertainment. This is my first visit to Charles Yallowitz’s blog LEGENDS OF WINDEMERE, and like it a lot. I agree that when I like a film or book…I LIKE it…and I don’t care what the critics say. Some of my favorites are works that others say are terrible. Thanks for enabling the RE=BLOG button! 🙂

Legends of Windemere

So, I’ve been wondering this for a while now.  I wasn’t sure how to write this up either and have gone through it in my head many times.  Then I stumbled onto this part from a Suicide Squad review:

“In my sensible critical opinion, Suicide Squad wasn’t a complete disaster, but inexcusably mediocre. To be fair, the audience I saw the film with appeared to love every frame: big laughter, cheers for the action and clapping as the credits rolled. Is there a disconnect between critics and audiences?”

Now, I’m not going to touch on the question because I have another one.  Are people disconnecting themselves from movies, shows, and books before they even start?  I’ve seen so many people swear that something will be bad for months and then they begrudgingly indulge.  SURPRISE!  They didn’t like it for exactly the reasons either they said or the critics declared.  Sometimes word for…

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Punchline…Re-Blogged: soul gifts- Telling Tales

This delightful post, is re=blogged from soul gifts-Telling Tales.   Thanks!

 

soulgifts - Telling Tales

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They had gathered to find it –  the perfect punchline …

“That’s just sucky suckage!” Josh muttered, exasperated.

“Oh no, not really.  I thought  it was more of acromagnon man momentmyself,’ whispered the Metal Flower Maker as she tried to net herself a butterfly to study for her next project.

“ I say we just get on with the job,” quipped Candice, waving her feather in the air.

Meanwhile  Lady Calen of sandbox fame, whispering  secrets to her friend, the Dragonfly,  was blissfully unaware that anything was going on. As was Plato, always a cool dude, who was grooving along to the music swirling sweetly in his mind waiting for it to emerge.

“But hang on a minute! At least hisfollicular extravaganza will make it easy to recognise and find him. I mean to say, that mop of hair is not exactly hard…

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