A must read
Posted Mar 22, 2017
"This ought to be fixed curriculum for all engaged in journalism, communication and politics" [Bo Lidegaard, columnist, former editor-in-chief of Politiken, one of Denmark's biggest dailys]
" ... smoking kills 480,000 Americans a year. This is more than 50 deaths an hour. Terrorists have rarely managed to kill that many Americans in an entire year. But the terrorists succeed in grabbing the headlines ... "
" ... watchers now worry that Trump may achieve the same effect. In the end, will people simply start to yawn at the spectacle? Jon Christensen, at UCLA, says: “I think it’s the most frightening prospect.”
When you go looking for a poem and are found by another
Posted Nov 27, 2016
On my way home from the supermarket I tried to cook up a poem with absolutely no meaning but sounding so intellectual that it might leave critics discussing and fighting over it for decades to come.
But in less than two minutes the following is what I ended up with.
I'm calling it "Selfie Of My Self Deception":
I bathed in the twilight
of love and hate
took a swan dive in the ignorance
of social media
but came out unscathed
and voted for Trump
Now I wonder. Has anything like this - trying to write one poem but ending up with a totally different one - ever happened to any of my poetic colleagues? If so I'd like to hear about it
"The Appointment in Samarra"
Posted Oct 24, 2016
DEATH: - There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, "Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture, now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me".
- The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, "Why did you make a threating getsture to my servant when you saw him this morning?" "That was not a threatening gesture", I said, "it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Bagdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra."
(ancient Mesopotanian story as retold by W. Somerset Maugham )
My zebra suffered from calcification
Posted Aug 24, 2016
One of the first things I used my new washing machine for was descaling my zebra
(People on Facebook will know that there is a life size big picture of a zebra on my shower curtain )
Posted Aug 22, 2016
Before going to sleep I closed my bedroom window when I saw a werewolf bite an alley cat in my backyard. She got away. And I know she's got nine lives. But what will happen after that? Cats can climb where werewolves fear to tread
Draw the curtains, Emily, and bring that bottle over here. We'll share the shelter of my single bed.
Pierce The Pirate ~ out of Hotblack Desiato mode again ~