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Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion VI

Art Link Who? Choosing He was I am and will be It took a sharp blade to divide us He carried me through tough times and brought me to where I could be but it was unbearable too utterly suffocating and bitterly ravaging that he lived while I hid wasting away slowly rotting the years away a life mislived It was him or both of us There was only one vessel One had to die I chose I chose him I do not regret that he lived I am who he wished he could be but could not manage to be Not to be was the alternative so I chose –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 25, 2006

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion V

Art Link Sensory Input A Teacher What more could anyone want to be than a studier learning what one wants or needs to learn so that one can learn more each nugget of wisdom parsed again and again into 17 different contexts just for the fun of it joyously reading for the knowledge contained or just to view the style in which it was presented levels upon levels of viewpoints and knowledge always knowledge deeper and broader at the edge of human experience and beyond forever knowledge both profound and absurd and eventually for the lucky industrious few getting paid to think and help others along their own paths to enlightenment? I am a teacher –Robyn Elaine Serven –February 22, 2006

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion IV

Art Link Coming Out Layers of Being Like the layers of an onion I peel away the layers of who I am boy student athlete man draft-dodging longhaired hippie freak Like the layers of an onion each new layer of myself reveals nuance taoist husband father soldier socialist  teacher commie pinko pacifist Like the layers of an onion peeling further uncovers a richer me woe-man poet tranny activist lesbian artist gay homo dyke queer Like the layers of an onion is the truth of the being of the human –Robyn Elaine Serven –November 4, 2005

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion III

Art Link Flower Flower It started as a piece of detail in another work a small barely opened bud. Then it bloomed. Or is that the story of my life? Sometimes I forget. –Robyn Elaine Serven –November 3. 2005

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion II

Art Link Purple with Beading Thursday is Queersday Long away and far ago when I was young and naive wearing purple on Thursday meant one was most likely queer as it was called at the time Though I didn’t truly know couldn’t really comprehend what it entailed to be queer I still didn’t wear purple on Thursdays or any day For that I am yet ashamed The power of fear is great –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 16, 2006

I’m not sure of which the two I am more worried about: food shortages or water scarcity. A lack of water to meet daily needs is a reality for many people around the world and has serious health consequences. I have read that it affects 4 out of 10 people in the world as water demand has more than tripled over the last half-century. Signs of water scarcity have become commonplace. As for the food situation this year, once again world grain harvest is projected to fall somewhat short of consumption due to a number of factors and the new bete noire, ethanol. United States department of agriculture (USDA) data said that in 2007, production of food grain in world was 22 million metric tonnes short of consumption. This year is projected to be a better harvest but by how much? Will there be enough to store? The price of rice has risen by three-quarters in the past year, that of wheat by 130%, and this economic crisis could not have come at a worst time for developing countries as foreign aid is rapidly dwindling to a trickle.

Fortunately Obama will be in charge, the current WH idiot will be a distant memory and better agricultural policies will be put in place.

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion I

Art Link Pencil and Wax Words The words take control demand to be written I help guide them dress them up slim them down searching for clarity, brevity, emotion hopefully all three I’m not sure where they come from perhaps from the pains and joys of my life The words are the blood in the vessels of my mind just as feelings are the blood feeding my soul Is there any separation between me and the words? –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 10, 2006

In our house we went to bed at 6.30am, as we waited for the Obama speech, which was masterfully delivered to a thunderous, energized crowd. Every face glowed with hope, tears of joy were rolling down acres of cheeks, the relief was palpable. Then we watched a few pundits in amusement across the cable news divide, as some suddenly found a few nice words to say about the new president…In France people were dancing in the streets, as they were across Europe. I got calls from Australian friends & family who were partying hard on the heels of this momentous election, and of course most wanted to talk about what to drink next!

I’m in a celebratory mood (and will be for the next few days), let’s talk about what sort of victory drink you may be having…now or later.  

Muse in the Morning

Words

Lurking Blueprint A notion and intention initially Ideas congeal words emerge slide into place some locked some fit to be tumbled pliantly capable of movement until unity forms Structural collapse conceptual disintegration and verbal desertion are neighbors skulking on the other side of walls too thin –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 18, 2008

Muse in the Morning

Not very random poem

The Lure of the Gold Entitlement Shouldn’t entitlement be an increasing function? Should not our children be entitled to more freedom liberty, joy and happiness than we were? Shouldn’t their children if they have any deserve still more? Or do you speak of material things? Do you look to me as the reason you don’t have more? –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 14, 2008

Muse in the Morning

Random Poem

Art Link Silky Pillow No Exit Mornings step into afternoons step into evenings stumble into nights then blessed darkness interrupted by brief glimpses of that other world called dreams and then I wake into another morning Breakfast becomes a class becomes grading and a meeting I step into more grading and another class and another becomes grading and then too few hours of sleep Step by weary step I plod towards a break any break in the madness of constant awareness I place one foot in front of the other as I limp towards collapse –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 8, 2006

I know this is way too early to write about the sort of celebration we will have next Tuesday night and, ahem, the price we’ll pay the following day: a post-celebration that many of us will suffer as the MOTHER of all HANGOVERS! I spell it EXCESS! When Blake wrote “The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom”, he wasn’t wrong!

Yes, excessive it will be, and we have earned it after enduring 8 years of conveyor-belt propelled BS, false promises, stupid wars, the raping of the constitution, economic downgrading and a lot more. Of course eating right is elitist and since this election is the most important one this century (and possibly the last one) I’m going to throw caution to the wind and celebrate properly by purchasing, bartering, demanding, begging for the primo stuff to be on hand during the long hours of the election results. Here’s to the future!