Jun 20 2008

Some Frippery

Wrote a little poem.

Here it is:

Bad News Blues

Sunk so low

Ah, so low!

They have great sayings in the bible

about being sunk low

But my suffering

is not the suffering

of Job.

And what I suffer

is not something

one can touch or taste

or hear or see or feel.

So is it even real?

Sunk low, so low

cizzen blues and even that is a lie

ah ah sunk so low, so low

They say it’s always been this way,

maybe so

then is it just knowing that hurts

and blind following the way to bliss?

Do armies march only

to foreign battles

or is the fight

on our familiar ground?

Will I be merely

the stuff

of cannon fodder?

If so

I hope

I land bullseye

on those bastards.

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  1. … small observation.  Don’t have much else to say.

    • Edger on June 20, 2008 at 01:13
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    I read the news today, oh boy

    Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire

    And though the holes were rather small

    They had to count them all

    Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall

    • Robyn on June 20, 2008 at 01:50
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    …to avoid Reccing poetry.

    ,->

    • Edger on June 20, 2008 at 02:04
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    Matchbox Blues

    • Edger on June 20, 2008 at 03:45
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  6. Clifton Chenier in NOLA

    • nocatz on June 20, 2008 at 05:11
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    this was a Robert Fripp essay.  Thank  FSM it isn’t.

    • geomoo on June 20, 2008 at 05:40
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    This is my model for how to be in tough times and my inspiration that how I am matters.  The legend is that Emperor Ashoka was standing in the battlefield after a particularly bloody battle.  Thousands of bodies of the dead and dying lay strewn as far as the eye could see.  The Emperor saw a monk in the distance, calmly crossing the field of wretched men.  As he grew closer, his serene countenance became more plain, reflecting satisfaction, even happiness.  The Emperor was amazed by this incongruous behavior, so he stopped the monk and questioned him.  The monk turned out to be an accomplished buddhist practitioner.  He explained to Ashoka the causes of suffering and the way to its relief.  Ashoka embraced the buddhist way and turned away from his war-like ways, freeing prisoners and giving many back their lands.

    I love this parable for many reasons.  First, the permission to be contented in the midst of great suffering.  Also for the lesson that simple personal embrace of the good can have wide-ranging consequences.

    I see the thread went the way of the blues.  Your poem made me think of this story.  I hope this comment is more like milk in coffee than oil on water.

    • Edger on June 20, 2008 at 05:53
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  10. of the wisdom from the Hopi Elders that a few of us have quoted here before.

    This could be a good time!

    There is a river flowing now very fast.

    It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.

    They will try to hold on to the shore.

    They will feel like they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.

    Know the river has its destination.

    The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off toward the middle of

    the river,

    keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.

    See who is there with you and celebrate.

    At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally,

    least of all ourselves!

    For the moment we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

    The time of the lonely wolf is over.

    Gather yourselves!

    Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.

    All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

    We are the ones we have been waiting for.

    • RiaD on June 21, 2008 at 04:05
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    lovely, thank you!

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