Sunday, April 17, 2016

Too Turtledove

The following is that which I've composed to express that which I've been experiencing of late...

They present but a glimpse of a larger opus... an expansive composition in a state of fledgling...

Too Turtledove


Oh Shadow, Oh Friend

Oh I take comfort in thee
Though you flee from light too bright
Though you flee from night too blight
Ever I take comfort in thee
Oh shadow, Oh friend

Untitled

What is love
But death
Death of virgin unspoiled
Birth of
Harlot
Destroyer
Ever killer of man
Relentless
Lust
Possessor of poison
Slow suffocating
Hot searing
Quick brutal
Ah
Love
That many thorned beauty
That flower
That slays
Champion
Captain
Lover
Woe betide
The hapless victim of love
Bright true
Fair fierce
Oh woe, Oh me
I am Love
I am Death
I am Harlot
I am Destroyer
I am
Ever
Relentless
I am
You
Am I not?

Oh Warrior, Oh Patriot

Oh Warrior, Oh Patriot
so fierce
but for chance
you and I would be brothers
on this line, so proud
but for fate
I would not cross you in my hairs
so dedicated would we be
to each other
but for my God and yours
you would not cheer my defeat
for my defeat would be our
mortification
but for circumstances so cruel
our glory would not be our blood
upon the hands of each other
brothers in war, in death, in humanity

Oh Warrior, Oh Patriot
can we not see past
chance
fate
my God and yours
circumstances so cruel
to see each other
reflected within
each other's eyes
each other's hearts
each other's souls
brothers
whose oaths in blood
deny us the truth
that we are warriors for humanity
that we are patriots for humanity
that we are brothers
united
for
life
and
freedom

Oh Warrior, Oh Patriot
so fierce
but for chance
you and I would be brothers
ever devoted
ever faithful
ever honored
on this line, so proud

Seeking

Oh lover, find me
Down roads so long and boggy
Up hills so steep and foggy

Oh lover, find me
I am before you
Not so patiently
Yearning
Longing

Oh lover, find me
In caves so dark and gloamy
Upon waves so steep and stormy

Oh lover, find me
I am before you
Not so patiently
Yearning
Longing

Oh lover, find me
Where water plays
On warm midsummer days
When wind flies
Across sailor lit skies

Oh lover, find me
I am before you
Not so patiently
Yearning
Longing

Oh lover, find me
For my mind is dreary
Walking the memories of you
My heart is weary
Feeling the realness of you

Oh lover, find me
I am before you
And I am yours

Fin

Note (I)

The poems above are by no means the only poems that I've composed to express that which I've been experiencing of late... 

The rest prevail unpublished here, as drafts on Google Blogger... and there, on Microsoft OneDrive... As for those thoughts yet tenderer still... they perch within Moleskine notebooks... awaiting flight from leather bindings... 

Of course... aside from that which occupies that vast eternity within all kind... for ever there eternally abide the greatest tales yet untold... of which mine is hardly worth the telling...

Devotedly yours,

a m

Note (II)

The title of this opus is a working title.

See also 'In culture' @ Turtledove @ Wiki (which includes a link to an untitled poem by Shakespeare, here @ Wiki)

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Legal, Illegal, Crime, Corruption: Let's Connect the Dots

This is a departure from the norm of late... but in light of the Panama Papers...

Here goes...

Legal, Illegal, Crime, Corruption: Let's Connect the Dots


or

Making Sense of the Panama Papers

The legal and illegal worlds are connected by crime and corruption.

What?

The hooker on the corner and the executive in the corner office are connected.

Not via nebulous far-fetched conspiracy theories. Nor via suspect scandals of entrapment.

Rather:

The illegal world operates in the legal world - by masking crime (and criminal enterprises) - as legal.

How?

Corruption.

The illegal world exploits corruption.

Corruption is the actuation - of avarice and greed - in the legal world.

With two critical caveats.

Caveat 1:

Not all corruption is willing. Not all crime is willing.

What?

Death or death.

When any kind is faced with two options, death or death, can we blame any kind for choosing life?

Life or death.

When any kind is faced with two options, save a life or commit a sin, can we blame any kind for choosing not to pull the trigger on a handgun pressed to the head of a loved one?

Invisible coercion.

When any kind is subject, to real or imagined threats of harm to self or loved ones, can we blame any kind for choosing what feels safest (and least deadly)?

Desperation.

When any kind is embroiled in a web of crime and corruption, can we blame any kind for choosing to do whatever it takes to survive another day?

Justice.

When heroes rescue the suffering and the oppressed, can we blame them for employing any non-lethal means necessary, to save lives?

NB: In no way whatsoever do I (nor anyone of sound mind) condone vigilantism. For no kind is perfect and infallible - capable of wielding the sword and hammer of justice - without error or fault. Period.

Etc.

Caveat 2:

Not all corruption is inexpiable. Not all crime is inexpiable

What?

Context.

When the context is - Death or death - Life or death - Invisible coercion - Desperation - Justice - etc. - is it not possible to empower mercy, compassion, understanding, rather than reprisal, retaliation, retribution?

Alternatively, when the context is the recklessly unadulterated pursuit of more wealth, more power, more influence via the unconscionably relentless exploitation of any and all kind - is not justice, the answer?

Lastly...

As with Cycles of Relational Violence, demarcating agents of corruption and agents of crime, into inflexible categories of criminals and victims, conflates and confounds the complex realities of cycles that have thrived since time immemorial:

Cycles of crime and corruption are extraordinarily perplex moving targets, with many moving parts, that include many influencing factors and many contributing components, that result in infinite permutations of cycles (of crime and corruption). 
Including role reversals. 
For a perpetrator of corruption and crime in one cycle, may be a target of crime and corruption in another. While a target of crime and corruption in one cycle, may be perpetrator of corruption and crime in another. For that which scaffolds cycles of crime and corruption, perpetuates both criminalship and victimship.
Indeed, despite relying on the lens of inflexible labels and labels alone, with which to examine cycles of crime and corruption (i.e. criminalship, victimship, etc.), the persistently intractable use of such a myopically limited strategy fails to resolve (much less cease altogether) that which scaffolds cycles of corruption and crime within which all agents and targets and criminals and victims operate. 
Ultimately, there is no neat fix to cycles of crime and corruption (especially with respect to the caveats above), that begins and ends with ignorance. (See also: Cycles of Relational Violence.

Moreover, with regards to legality and illegality...

That which is legal and illegal are determined by institutions, such that, that which is defined as legal and legal, are arbitrarily defined as such, by processes susceptible to coercion, manipulation, and other tactics of corruption. Notwithstanding, that issues of legality and illegality do not possess weight to bear on every intersection of cycles of crime and corruption.

For example: not all actions committed by criminal enterprises are illegal. However, to the extent that legal actions committed by criminal enterprises may be essential to the core business of criminal enterprises, it's important to recognize that the absence of visible illegality, does not in any way whatsoever assure the admirable legitimacy of criminal enterprises. No more than the absence of visible illegality amongst non-criminal institutions that commit immoral but not illegal actions, assures the admirable respectability of non-criminal institutions.

In the end...

Grey areas exist with regards to legality and illegality and crime and corruption, because human behaviors exist within grey areas that are no more black and white than all human behaviors, including corruption, crime, illegality, legality, etc.

Needless to say...

This post is but a cursory exploration of that which connects the dots between the intersections of crime and corruption and legality and illegality. Nevertheless, let's not underestimate the value of the Panama Papers, even if it illuminates but one lens of the kaleidoscope. For if we are to see the truth...

It behooves us to look.


Addendum

To be sure, truth and untruth, reality and unreality, exist side by side. But... when efforts to expose untruth and unreality overwhelm truth and reality... how is this effort actually different than silencing truth telling?

For when the truth and reality is as incredible as that which is revealed by the Panama Papers... are not those who seek to overshadow the truth and reality with attacks that aggrandize untruth and unreality... propagating zealotry and fanaticism?

Let me be crystal clear:

The truths illuminated by the Panama Papers are vital to the truths of all kind.

The realities exposed by the Panama Papers are vital to the realities of all kind.

Agendas that silence these truths and realities are indefensible. Period.

(more re: the war on truth telling (by a Nobel Peace Prize laureate, no less))

More

Lest the illumination and exposure of truths and realities devolve into totalitarian absolutism and catastrophic polemics -

Let us not forget that no one of us is defined by the most wretched of our sins. For within all kind lurks that which shames us all - imperfection and fallibility. Let no one of us deem our selves perfect and infallible - capable of wielding the sword and hammer of justice - without error or fault.

Indeed:

Justice without love, forgiveness, mercy, and compassion - is tyranny.

(more: Justice for Wrecking Balls)

Note (I)

Modified from MG (page):

The justification, rationalization and legitimization of superiority, narcissism, perversion, and corruption rife within dimestore aphorisms of

'don't trample on my rights: it's my money; I earned it, all of it, all by myself; therefore I can do whatever I want with it, because I'm entitled to it all; I have a right to refuse to pay for the social contract of the community of all kind, because I don't want to pay for it; instead, I'd rather pay for a mansion, a jet, an island, for me, myself, because I deserve it all; etc.'

reflects the relentlessly myopic mercilessness of human depravity. That any kind fail to recognize or appreciate the cost to so many kind - to achieve that which is lauded so highly in our granverse (see above) - is a degree of moral destitution all too virulently endemic among sycophants of the New Altar of Worship.

Moreover, crats (i.e. aristocrats, plutocrats, autocrats, technocrats, etc.) at the helm of the apex of political, corporate, institutional, and technological systems, who embrace such credos of the self-serving indulgent, rarely recognize such blatant actuations of conceit as self-idolatry at the New Altar of Worship; for indeed, such crats enthusiastically sacrifice and tirelessly exploit any and all kind to satisfy wantonly bloated megalomania and rampantly unbridled avarice.

Verily, when such crats achieve exaltation - be it power, wealth, influence, etc. - by pilfering, pillaging, ravaging, and defrauding the hearts, souls, minds, bodies of any and all kind - at what point will all kind eschew sychophantism for justice for all kind?

(more re: crats @ Broken; more re: rights @ The Pen and The Sword I)

Note (II)

Corruption is the actuation of avarice and greed - in the legal world.

How - exactly?

(1) How the morally bankrupt and indisputably corrupt - become more wealthy, powerful, and influential - by exploiting processes that are susceptible to coercion, manipulation, pressure, etc. - by (among other tactics) financing the elections of lawmakers and devising policies that arbitrarily determine what is legal and what is illegal:

This: Corruption Is Legal in America (@ YouTube)

Leads to this: Why Are Americans Not Included in the Panama Papers? (@ NBC)

(2) How the morally bankrupt and indisputably corrupt - become more wealthy, powerful, and influential - by exploiting the differentiation between immoral and illegal - by (among other tactics) deliberately crafting a financial house of cards and then ruthlessly betting on its subsequent (and predicted) collapse:

The Big Short (@ IMDb, @ Wiki)

(3) etc.

'Oh, what a terrible web we weave
When first we practice to deceive!'

from 'Marmion' by Sir Walter Scott (@ Project Gutenberg@ Wiki)

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Broken

A row of pills before you...

Only one is the truth...

The rest are placebos...

Which one do you take...?

After all that subsequently proceeds...

Are you happy with your choice?

Broken


Like a toy at a wood shop, I am broken. Torn apart. Shattered. Too close to the sun, life has melted my wings, tossed me into fierce maelstroms, beached me upon the bones of whales. Now, I am lost, in a desert without rain, in a forest without light, in a snowdrift without warmth. It is a terrible place, this place, this interminable inferno of madness and deceit, where despair is the weapon of crats (i.e. aristocrats, plutocrats, autocrats, technocrats, etc.) against nots (i.e. not aristrocrats, not plutocrats, not autocrats, not technocrats, etc.).

Of course, I am not a toy. I do not have wings. But I am a not. As for my name...

I am called many things. But you can call me Lucy; it's short for Lucifer. I also go by Seri; it's short for Serenity. But that's not all. There are names that sound like letters of the alphabet; there are names that sound like nonsense; there are names that sound made up... but one and all, they're all my names.

Of course, Lucifer and Serenity seem like some sort of sick joke, so my legal name is unremarkably normal and insipid. Like a hermit crab that carries its home on its back, the documents that delimit my existence name me: Meshell. As if that's not a fucking joke, too. But apparently me shells are clueless to the irony of a name synonymous with hollow lifeless vacuity.

Then again, maybe my name hides a destiny, a fate, that I inexorably work towards with unconscious drive.

How sad.

Though, I wonder: would my life be different, if I were named God?

Then again, though there are quite a few Jesuses in the world, there is no - Jesus - in the world, at this time, as far as I know, if you know what I mean.

Shrug. Maybe there's hope for me after all.

Then again, is there any hope for any not?

Let's see, as a not, the crats have decided that I am to have nothing. (Which, I don't feel too terribly singled out for, because most nots are entitled to nothing in this place.) What I am to have, is doled out so sparingly, so grudgingly, as to feel like drips from a tap with a faulty seal. (Which, again, is not something to feel woefully bitter over, because most nots are apathetic to the stingy miserly drip of largesse meted by the apex of the political, corporate, institutional, and technological systems of this place.)

But where my grievance burrows and festers, is in the constant stream of propaganda to make miserable the meager reality of nots. The incessant siren call to consume in sensory excess to assuage unstable feelings like loneliness and sadness, to partake in commitments to social unity, to adhere with relations by which to cement primary and binary bonds, etc. As well as the poundingly repetitive admonishment to be thankful, to be grateful for the satisfactions available to nots.

Nevermind the sheer poverty of such satisfactions, in light of the grandiose gluttony extolled by crats on ever more ludicrously immoderate channels of propaganda (which, not so coincidentally, are ever more financially reliant on crats whose agendas leave no doubt as to allegiances that scaffold, well, crats).

Of course, I'm a not. And as a not, I know my place.

Except for one teeny tiny burr, in the flawless diamond known as this place.

The political, corporate, institutional, and technological systems of this place would fall apart, if everyone took the Pill of Truth. Every aristocrat, every plutocrat, every autocrat, every technocrat, every crat resting on laurels in mansions aplenty, every crat hiding in plain sight at neighborhood coffee shops, every crat aboard private jets criss crossing the globe, every crat before lecterns and swaths of sycophants, would lose everything, if everyone took the Pill of Truth.

So you see?

Why it rankles so deeply to be a not whose life has been mercilessly circumscribed (and relentlessly exploited) by crats who owe so much - some - everything - to nots like me?

If...

A row of pills lay before you...

Only one is the Pill of Truth...

While the rest are placebos...

Which one do you take...?

As for me...

I don't need the pill.

The pill is me.


Note (I)

The Panama Papers: Politicians, Criminals, and the Rogue Industry That Hides Their Cash, Giant Leak of Offshore Financial Records Exposes Global Array of Crime and Corruption (millions of documents show heads of state, criminals and celebrities using secret hideaways in tax havens) by The International Consortium of Investigative Journalists (April 3, 2016)

Who pays the price for cash hidden by millionaire and billionaire crats? Nots.

Meanwhile... other epochs of unbridled avarice include, but are not by any stretch of the imagination, limited to...

prior to the fall of the Roman Empire (@ Wiki)

prior to the French Revolution (@ Wiki)

the Roaring Twenties (@ Wiki)... prior to the Great Depression (@ Wiki)

Note (II)

Lest confusion confound ~

Lucifer (comprehensive definition @ Dictionary.com)

Serenity (comprehensive definition @ Dictionary.com)

Friday, April 1, 2016

In the Mood for Ghosts

In the Mood for Ghosts


~ told in three poems ~

Poem I ~

through what dark and desolate traverse
dothst this soul pass
shadows that reach
wisps that cling and stifle
clutching abreast
despair and deceit and darkness without light
always and forever
interminable chill and
effort in vain
for what matters
in a land of ghosts
but darkness beyond night
that begins nor ends naught
but for starless skies

Poem II ~

how dothst thy candle burn bright
whenst before thee
ghosts shame a'timorous
the champion brave and dear

how dothst thy candle burn true
whenst before thee
fell beasts lurk within shades
send a'quaking
the stalwart soldier

how dothst thy candle burn fair
whenst before thee
fearsome bulwark of uncertainty
sends a'halting
the firm tread of the honored captain

how dothst thy candle burn fierce
whenst before thee
bloats the prison of mortality
eviscerating
the hopes of the few and the proud

oh! render them helpless
the pitch of the new moon

beware the candle bright and true
beware the candle fair and fierce
for while ghosts and beasts are fearsome indeed
no ghost nor beast - more insidious be
than uncertainty and mortality

Poem III ~

burn flame, thy smolder
sunders mooring too fragile
by far, doth I live

burn flame, thy smolder
ashens caritas too mean
indeed, doth I die


Note

Sylvia Plath (selections of poems @ Wiki)

Edgar Allan Poe (@ Wiki, selected works @ Poe Stories (which may be easier for some to navigate than Poe @ Project Gutenberg))

Edna St. Vincent Millay ('First Fig' @ Wiki)

Hint

Andrews Sisters 'In the Mood' (@ YouTube)