Thursday, 25 August 2016

ggod or someone


Major earthquake in Italy . . . More aftershocks. Hundreds dead.
Earthquake in Myanmar destroys 66 shrines. First reports: 1 death.


ggod
or someone

leveled the churches
up in the mountains

leveled the stupas
hid in the jungles

and maybe a mosque
or two

lost in the deserts

completing a work
 in less time than it takes . . . . . .


to say


somewhere
 someone is crying

or someone somewhere
 is praying

or ggod
 help us all

we're down
 on our knees





Thursday, 18 August 2016

Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?


 Ham. At supper.
 King. At supper! Where?
 H. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten; a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots; your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service - two dishes, but to one table. That's the end.
 K. Alas, alas!
 H. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
 K. What do you mean by this?
 H. Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
 K. Where is Polonius?
 H. In heaven; send thither to see; if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if, indeed, you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
 K. (To Attendants) Go seek him there.
 H.  He will stay till you come.
 K. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety -  which we do tender, as we dearly grieve for that which thou hast done - must send thee hence with fiery quickness. Therefore prepare thyself; the bark is ready, and the wind at help, th' associates tend, and everything is bent for England.
 H. For England!
 K. Ay, Hamlet.
 H. Good!

From William Shakespeare's Hamlet Act 4 Scene 3.



Friday, 12 August 2016

The Obama-Putin Problem in a Nutshell



I 
believe no one 
is obliged that what 
is true to conform for 
America to a single is true 
for development model virtually all 
that is considered mature democracies by someone else as the right 

one


Wednesday, 10 August 2016

On Orange and White Hair



When I was young
my hair was orange.

Invariably others 
said: 
It's red.

Now that I'm older 

my hair is white 

Which is alright 

for an old man's hair.

To the fact 
that 
it's white now 

All subscribe.
I find it strange 

But then that's me.



Tuesday, 9 August 2016

above these lofty trees



under the darkening sky
above these lofty trees 
 my silence appears beholden