Reality is the Irregularity of the Past.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Journal: 04/29/10
Friday, April 23, 2010
Dogless in Arcadia
Neither Suns, or any other parts then,
Should include the integrity bedim,
That we say by Justice holds smite,
Smitten ignorance, by this Danger's Sum;
Dogless in
Thou shall not pass by the Child's Bedtime,
And in Consolation hold it Strangely,
This and that Nightmare stirred there Insanely;
For what Dog dost needs the Crying Child?
Or that, a puppy, the arms Grown beguile?
There’s in Nature been too deafly subscribed--
Herein Dogmatica, swift Fear doth Describe:
The unclean water and dirty apples,
Lions swaying from courage and leopards,
Sheppard the She-Wolves, becloud and cackle
Singular Orphans casted as Lepers?
Dogless in Arcadia, Know it Well
Fogless in Dogmatica's comings, Fail
Lost pets, Lost friends and all the dying breeds,
Like the growing dissident planting seeds
Dogless in Arcadia by which We strive;
Dogless in Arcadia by which to Bealive.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
This World In Reality
Upon The Midnight Oil Burning
Upon the midnight oil burning
Mine eye caught wind, the apparition,
And shot what gaze in fear left for looking
That I heard the last grain, Gravity, sanction'd
Upon the whale fat, flamed and simmering
Caught an airy vagrant-belt, Orion's Constellation,
A dipper in the cauldron sky above the God's own booking
And I took from, with my quill, and down in ethereal mission;
My walkings and traditions by the lamp,
With numbers and brazen catastrophe,
Unhinged by Noble, semi-colon stamps,
The Truth, Faith allowed beyond all knowledge be:
What has ne'er been the eternal figure,
Hast, by this hand and brow, t'grow and linger!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Prayer Day Ruled Unconstitutional...Agreed!
"Wisconsin: Prayer Day Ruled Unconstitutional
By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Published: April 15, 2010
Judge Barbara Crabb of United States District Court in Madison ruled Thursday that the National Day of Prayer is unconstitutional. Judge Crabb issued the ruling in a lawsuit brought by an atheists and agnostics group, Freedom From Religion Foundation, against former President George W. Bush’s administration. The group, based in Madison, argued that the day violated the separation of church and state. Congress established the day in 1952. In 1988, it set the first Thursday in May as the day for presidents to issue proclamations asking Americans to pray."
If a rant for progress--as if it was needed--toward the erroneous ideologies that contend over this subject weren't blatantly obvious enough for certain bigoted, evangelical, bible-humping, redneck intolerances...well I wouldn't need this blog. However, this singular event illustrates the most 'American' act of a Judicial system We've seen in a very, very long strand happenings.
That said, there is a huge upset in the Christian community here in the States the purports an over-exaggerated, yet over-simplified perversion of the ruling, but to paraphrase the pedantry of the intolerant-folk: "You can't tell me I can't pray to Jesus!" as if this was the case, "This is Christian Country! All we're doin' is prayin' for America!" (keep in mind these quotes are paraphrases)
The case here is rather simple; o.k. This isn't about Anti-religious groups extending a fight invitation toward the religious community, but merely what does and does not hold up in a court of law in the fairest manner as per the U.S. Constitution. If the American Government vouches for a prayer day for any one religious Cult, then it would have to vouch for them all. I have a very positive assertion that if it were an Islamic prayer, or a Hindu prayer, there would be different connotation in the objection of the ruling by those so outraged. Also, as per the First Amendment:
"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."
If in support of National Prayer Day, the U.S. Government would be in violation of The Bill of Rights; it would be ascertaining its support behind 'an establishment of religion' and thus, is/would be UNCONSTITUTIONAL! Judge Crabb's ruling was not only mediated professionally, insightfully and intelligently it was also justifiably accurate as to the criteria of her occupation. Any testimony against what is objectively conclusive with the Founding document in which establishes this country as a Nation, is not only a failed demeanor in common logic and thought, but is next to treason; of course, freedom of speech--that is the First Amendment as well--would upset that claim.
The Government, by law, cannot support a religious rite merely because of simple misconceptions the seemingly mass-majority has toward archaic ideologies and Bronze-age rituals. You, as a Christian/Muslim/Jewish/Hindu/Whatever 'establishment' can decide on whatever prayer day you want and pray for all the choir boys you handle, but Congress cannot legally and/or Constitutionally endorse your act!
*I think I have reiterated enough, and I know this is the most elementary-type clarity I can divulge in explanation on this subject*
Thursday, April 15, 2010
The Ivory Colored Door--The Page
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Depravity in Words
There’s a tremendously life-size trait that is so far into development amongst a living organism it is astounding—I find it altogether…hopeful. It shall be in this, my declaration in appreciation, that I hold accountable not wholly to my own evolution—as a product of Mankind—but to the process in itself. What is so fascinating is abrasive recoil upon the Death-date, cellular tissue’s creating and recreating themselves for a good and cause of survival. It is part of the human condition, and it is monumental!
I saw an elderly gentleman about a week ago; a week ago I say, no later was it when it was he that I saw. It was this time that I’d notice a dismal outlook toward the future of this gentleman, because he had a very non-promising disposition. He walked with a walker, and upon this walker slid the weaklings of a man; this man with a hunch, or a paunch, in his back. No doubt he was a Richard, but any name will suffice. I guess if any should do, but it is my own opinion that this, Dick, was It who flew—or crew, and crowed and scooted about as walkers must scoot.
He was an Ibis of a man, no more than two feet and four. I quiver in dimensions; that mine eye is a bit fallible, because this man was hunched, you see. This Richard, of sorts, had a raisin of faces; the fruitful Origin the must have veined so well, now had no youth left to portend. That from the swelter and through tribulations saw I, in each crinkle, a tale that so grand told of a new Funnel of time, that new bottle of Wine! And in each fold his skin did tell, of each worn hole albeit, torn through the sole of him that scooted a walker so, upon the walkway my eye did contend.
He shone like a skeleton made of dust instead of bone; the whole of ghost before a statue borne of stone. I was displeased by this sight; that grinned so grim a certain wide irony smile. And found myself in a sentence of verb confusion, and grammar skunked and styled. Oh, and I cursed at first the worst that burst, my face befell ill and mine eye upon trill, that thrilled and frilled upon that elder at Will, and I thought no man should know his Deal. I sat and I gazed upon pain and on frill, the ides of a dial and Ol’ Dick would be nil.
Way back in his back, he held to the cane; this cane that did scoot parallel to the pain. And Richard did walk as I have mentioned before—and up until now this has been under-scored. Away with a push; like a wizard and wand, a lignum of steel; a painful—a qualm.
I whistled away, the sound of displease meant for he whom had scooted away from the Tree. However, half-blind I thought with a Fish, I’d taught what I’d thought perverse in my head. However in lieu, whatever in light, I’d denounce of this man: “what a Dick with no Sand!” But before I defy all known as so Grand; a week from this L etter all weary S hall stand.
Airy and frail the cavity did swell; I fain, to say, without a stump, he’d of stumbled and fell. However the Knott that so tortured him so, became the torch that, albeit, lit of his quell. Oh, what an order of words, this fright the Dick swore; an awkward a Stork with a curse for the Shore. All of this, no matter his hand, the fact of debasement altogether for Man; this identical symbol the infants that worm, and crawl to an ending so sick and so sure.
He was and Ibis of a man so weathered and Stale; flicking the Marlboro a many no filter would help. I’d found him a weak from this date, so salty of Life. Accusing the younger so wretched with Lice; he’d had but a fit, evolving from worst; that wretched thing into this: a towering dung heap to piss! What I had witness above and be all, was a week from the first He’d no walker or Fall. So fit and, yet lame, functioning properly, but continuing Shame.
However, it was the objective cycle of things that at once I noticed. That our subjectivity in the most complex diversion, hold very little in the way of our cellular, molecular and functional growth. But however our countenance, be it grayscale to most vivid, hast a great more influence over chemical balances and synapses within our criterion of consciousness; and unconsciousness. Therefore, it is quite miraculous, thus I conclude, that in the presence of our breach into the truest of ideas, more of what was thought to be known, however true it really is, will always be that humanistic ‘bleach’ in the way of truest importance and what is trivial. As this bird-like man helped me to see, his physical disposition, only changed his physical nature; adaptability, as too, is the need for it, is physically devised into our genome by the complexity and autonomously certain functions within an environment equally delicate, complex, autonomous with the multitude of finite necessities deemed for the living, the dead, and dying; that is that in which has not yet died, but is living.