Tag: re-blogged

Politics – do we really care? Re-blogged from Meeka’s Mind

Commentary, In the News, Other Bloggers' Work (re-posted here), politics, This and That, Writing and Blogging

This excellent post from friend acflory on her blog MEEKA’S MIND is the best thing I’ve read about the coming Year 2018 and Australian voters in particular and all Voters in general. Thanks for the re-blog!

Meeka's Mind

I’ve always had a problem with ‘-isms’ – communism, socialism, facism, capitalism, republicanism, you name it – because they all seem to miss the point about people. Homo Sapiens doesn’t give a flying fruit bat about politics until things go wrong.

I was a kid in the late Menzies era of Australia [1949-1966], and I remember hearing some adults moan about elections while others moaned about the general apathy of the Australian voter. You see, in Australia, we have compulsory voting…and the times were good.

In fact, by the early 60’s, the populations of the Western world were better off, generally, than they had ever been before. Not quite the age of surplus envisioned by Marx, but close, and some of us really were able to live ‘…from each according to his ability, to each according to his need.’ That’s what the Age of Aquarius, Flower Power and Free…

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

Other Bloggers' Work (re-posted here), Poetry, re-blogged posts, This and That, Writing and Blogging

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

Other Bloggers' Work (re-posted here), Poetry, politics, This and That, Writing and Blogging

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!

Lorraine's frilly freudian slip

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

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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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If Only This Had Been A Rare Face, Re-blogged from “Weirdly Wired.”

Other Bloggers' Work (re-posted here), Poetry, This and That

This beautifully written and poignant poem is by Nikhil, on his site WEIRDLY WIRED, is re-blogged here with permission. Thanks, Nikhil!

Erratic Expeditions

As Mediterranean waves evaded a violent shore,

A frail face lay in peace, at the confluence of war.

Birds swam seeking refuge in boatloads,

A few sank, like an island full of toads.

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Terror, tears, shock, and blank concern,

How did the world allow its people to burn?

Passionate vows, pious pleas overflew worldwide,

An audacious hope of morality bona fide.

Sadly, that was not to be!

Time, forgetfulness – proved a great healer.

 Haunting face sitting in an ambulance

Three-year-old eyes, dusty and bloodshot with innocence.

Shock, cry, surprise, alarm –  a bit too far,

Unnerving calm and silence – fury and chaos of war.

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 The world’s conscience still ceases to be troubled,

All the piety did not move the world.

No change, no action – not a trace,

If only this had been a rare face.

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Cerșind ultima secundă – Begging for the last second

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This post is great…it expresses my own philosophy perfectly. The English version is included, but I love to see written words in original language…Romanian, I think. Thank you Mopana!

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For English version click here

Cei care nu simt fiecare clipă își cerșesc degeaba ultimele secunde

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Fiecare clipă are frumusețea ei. Luminoasă sau întunecată, ea își păstrează farmecul. Așa cum nu există pajiște fără buruieni, așa nu există nici viață fără suferință. Chiar dacă realizăm sau nu, orice clipă are un efect asupra nostră. Frumusețea unui moment se măsoară în profunzimea unei emoții. Cam cât putem simți într-o secundă, cât de frumoase pot fi zâmbetele sau lacrimile noastre?

Fiecare secundă e o istorie pentru urmatoarea clipă

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Intensitatea pe care o simțim dovedește cât de mult trăim. Toți trăim cum simțim și simțim atât cât trăim. De fiecare dată când privim un ceas, vedem cum viața se scurge, asemeni unui râu care coboară la vale spre a deveni fluviu. Nu putem opri timpul, putem doar să profităm de el. Avem dreptul la timp. Cei care…

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Incubus, The Terrible

Dreams, inspiration, Other Bloggers' Work (re-posted here), This and That

[RE-BLOGGED]  This beautiful poem by one of my favorite poets rings SO true   the RE-BLOG button is very welcome so that I might republish it here. Thanks, Amit Rahman!! (Gradmama2011]

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Startled, I often rise up from sleep,
with my limbs trembling and sweat drenched
but my throat turned too sore and dry,
choked as if by the soot of fear,
in the throes of a tragic dream,
a dreadful and haunting nightmare,
borne by past follies or tomorrow’s loss,
too pale and numb and shaken to my core!
    

The former kinds keep chasing us
like the Furies in Orestes,
to avenge Clytemnestra’s death,
while the latter, always taunting
that we might lose our dearest things –
be it affluence, power, life, love or fame!
   

If we could stop worrying for the future
and let go of the past for once and all,
we could have savored the heavens right here
and set the world free from Incubus, the Terrible!

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Sundog and Unusual Clouds RE-Blogged from I Read Encyclopedias…

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[Gradmama2011 says:  I LOVE clouds, and all kinds of atmospheric wonders. This is a super site, and as another person who reads encyclopedias, I really enjoy it. Thanks for the RE-BLOG availability…Jay Dee! https://ireadencyclopedias.wordpress.com/2016/01/28/sundog-and-unusual-clouds/

I Read Encyclopedias for Fun

Yesterday, I was able to see a great phenomenon known as a sundog. These things are part of a halo around the sun and created by hexagonal ice crystals in the air, usually with cirrus clouds. Well, there were plenty of cirrus clouds yesterday. This sundog that I saw was rainbow coloured, though it didn’t turn out very well in the picture. You can see it below.

20160128-204820-74900319.jpg Sundog in the cirrus clouds.

And cirrus clouds are interesting to look at, too. They have a lot of patterns, like waves or feathers. I got some pictures of those, too.

20160128-204904-74944314.jpg Rippled cirrus clouds.

20160128-204918-74958307.jpg Rippled and feathery cirrus clouds.

20160128-204931-74971340.jpg Fluffy cirrus clouds on the right, wispy cirrus clouds behind the building and in front of the sun.

Have you ever seen a sundog? Cirrus clouds are pretty common, but you have to be lucky to see a sundog.

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Treasure Trove (Of India) — Reblogged

Art & Artists, Other Bloggers' Work (re-posted here), This and That, travel

This post has been re-blogged from the wonderful site Treasure Trove of India, one of my favorite sites. The intricate and fascinating art work is beautiful, and I envy the patience and ability of the artists. Thanks WanderingSoul for this!

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India, as I have shared earlier is a land of many surprises and mysterious.

Among the various treasures that it is home to, the arts and crafts on India hold many awe-inducing gems. These arts are many centuries old and have been passed on generation to generation. Infact, that’s the only way some of these techniques have been kept alive.

My recent visit to National Crafts Musuem, located in Delhi made me discover some of these arts. They are many more such arts and art forms which are not part of this post, and that’s because they are either are very well-known and commonly known or were not displayed prominently at the Musuem.

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The intricate and delicate designs on paper are from making cuts using a scissors. The deft fingers of the artist I met maneuvered the paper expertly, making small, deliberate cuts. It takes him anywhere from a few hours…

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