OTI:one poem and notes:8/2/16

Open To Interpretation

Seed

Sure,
A seed seeds one thing,
A carrot, and radish, and such
To be expected.
Oh, to seed your furrow,
And then see a seed combined from you and me
Grow up to be a seed
Expectedly independently
Unlike carrot or radish, and much else
Permanently this or that
Having no independence freedom read.

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Notes: Seed...reference 'objective correlative'...I heard that term in my literature classes, and didn't have a clue...like much else...thought it was something Samuel Taylor Coleridge went on about, but no, it was T.S. Eliot...and he introduces it by writing up a critique of Hamlet where he says Shakespeare didn't develop Hamlet enough as a character, so he comes across to the audience as incomplete...brb...

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Eliot uses Lady Macbeth's state of mind as an example of the successful objective correlative  : “The artistic ‘inevitability’ lies in this complete adequacy of the external to the emotion….” , as a contrast to Hamlet. According to Eliot, the feelings of Hamlet are not sufficiently supported by the story and the other characters surrounding him.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Objective_correlative

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...poor Hamlet...anyway, I wanted to find just what is an 'objective correlative'...and the wiki take has this too:

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Popularized by Eliot in his essay "Hamlet and His Problems", the term was first used by Washington Allston around 1840 in the "Introductory...

Take an example from one of the lower forms of organic life,--a common vegetable. Will any one assert that the surrounding inorganic elements of air, earth, heat, and water produce its peculiar form? Though some, or all, of these may be essential to its development, they are so only as its predetermined correlatives, without which its existence could not be manifested; and in like manner must the peculiar form of the vegetable preexist in its life, — in its idea, — in order to evolve by these assimilants its own proper organism. No possible modification in the degrees or proportion of these elements can change the specific form of a plant, — for instance, a cabbage into a cauliflower; it must ever remain a cabbage, small or large, good or bad. So, too, is the external world to the mind; which needs, also, as the condition of its manifestation, its objective correlative. Hence the presence of some outward object, predetermined to correspond to the preexisting idea in its living power, is essential to the evolution of its proper end, — the pleasurable emotion... unquote ...hmmph...stuck here indented...some malicious seed!...anyway, I know what that is!...what OCs are!...I described it in my old list of 100 things to consider writing a poem...I'd come to the odd conclusion that I didn't much want to write poems anymore, as I'd gotten to the point that I could see them, comparing them to butterflies, and felt no compulsion to net them, and write them down...there is a realm where there are these butterflies, these poems, these seeds, and the old Greek philosophers went on about it...Eliot and Alliston and many others following on...considering, I thought to write up Seed, trying to get at what I was getting at with 'mountains don't move like you do'....Hamlet just moves around too much for Eliot to net!...ral...my biology is off, or maybe biology is off...sperms fertilize eggs, neither considered to be seeds, and yet...brb... quote A story is told about Harry Truman giving a speech before a delegation of farmers. "I grew up on a farm," the president said, "and I know that farming means manure, manure, and more manure." A friend of the president's wife leaned over to her, saying, "Really, Bess, you should teach Harry to say 'fertilizer,' not 'manure'." Mrs. Truman shook her head and replied: "Good lord! it has taken me thirty years to get him to say `manure'!"  http://www.exminister.org/Aaron-one-biblical-euphemisms.html unquote That link might be TMI! :) DavidDavid

OTI:three poems and notes:7/31/16

Open To Interpretation

Men Of Science

Among them, (women of science too)
It happens all the time.
I could go on about what
Audubon did to Eagle.
I'm not 'the' David
Anymore than Nature is 'the' Nature.
And what Audubon did
To 'the' Eagle
Is unforgivable.
Men of Science have their article.
Purple Orb was like trying
To hide in the crevice
From approaching Crab.
As if on a theater stage,
Lights from the submersible
Shown on the deep ocean canyon bottom off Los Angeles.
And a live feed permits us all to watch--
An undersea moonscape with lovely alien in peril.
They didn't know what it was
And slurped it up
Dissected it
DNA'd it
And will take months
To compare with knowns
To see if the purple orb
Had been known before.
If not, they'll write article
Scientifically probing it,
Giving name to it.


Shrugs

Your shrugs are a terror
The first was the worst
When I brought my most
Treasured treasure
Displayed it to see
And you
Shrugged.
Recovered, I persisted,
I had others,
And in their successive order
Of measure
It was always your pleasure
To shrug.
I dwindled down to
Little or nothing
And then,
Then you brought me your
Most treasured treasure.
You showed me each page,
And I didn't look away,
I couldn't think what to say!

Black Dragon Nests

"No one has returned from Nevermore
So it is only rumor what goes on there." said Melville.
Ishmael and the crew gathered about and listened.
"Having been to the Southern Reaches, I have a notion,
From the tales of the adventurers thereabout.
One has it the Southern Black Dragons take their captives to their nests,
And feed their young.
Another, they make prisoners of them, and trade them for treasure,
But not with Humankind,
They trade only among themselves. 
You see, Dragons build nests, each mated pair its own. 
The nests are elaborate affairs, meticulously constructed,
And interleaved between
Each twig and branch and log
Gathered from the driftwood along Nevermore shores,
They carefully set their stolen treasures,
Like jewels in their settings,
For all the other Dragons to admire and see. 
These nests are as tall as a mast,
And having been passed down from generation to generation,
Many are older than Humankind. 
Before Humankind, for their nests the Dragons gathered
Seashells, and pretty stones,
Baubles and geegaws from the natural world. 
But then,
Flotsam and jetsam from Humankind began to
Wash up on the shores of Nevermore,
And too on occasion, castaways from ship wrecks. 
The Dragons were much curious. 
Having found these new treasures, and wanting more, they began exploring.
And from then on we all know about Dragons,
As no Humankind Town is without its tales of Black Dragons."

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Notes:...fractal fabric...my own term I've used before in posts...brb...

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In physical cosmology, fractal cosmology is a set of minority cosmological theories which state .... share the same direction in time is an essential part of the 'recipe.' Both approaches suggest that the fabric of space itself is fractal, however.

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That is google's lead in to this wiki page about fractals, Fractal Cosmology
...got to that wading through all the fabrics one can buy decorated with fractal designs...brb...thought to try another search: fractal poetry...and got diverted...

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Fulton first proposed her ideas for a new poetics based on the concepts of fractals and emergent patterns in her 1986 essay, "Of Formal, Free, and Fractal Verse: Singing the Body Eclectic,"^[52] in which she uses the term "fractal" to suggest "a way to think about the hidden structures of free verse."^[1] Tigerlily states that Fulton “coined the phrase ‘fractal poetry’ as a method of revisioning the value of both formal and free verse, calling the ‘poetry of irregular form fractal verse.’”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Fulton

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...I need to dig out my old Sea Star poem, written around 1977, so I can reference it whenever I go on about Fractal Fabric...a poet's poems are 'all of a piece'...like a fabric unique...and yet similar to other poets' poems...up there in the quote,  my 'free rhyme poems' look to be named 'irregular form fractal verse'...hmmph...anyway, where was I?...Notes: Men of Science...reference is the current science news story of the Purple Orb...the word 'the' is an article, I think, grammatically speaking, and I'm punning on that...formal personal nouns aren't preceded by 'the', and the names of animals and plants aren't regarded as personal nouns, so, get preceded by 'the'...I think I have that right...so, anyway, there is a diminishing aspect to using 'the' in the case of names...consider, the tiger, as opposed to Tiger!...Tyger, Tyger, burning bright!...early on in Tree In The Door Fauna And Flora, I started dropping 'the' and capitalizing animals' names, along with giving some of them personal names...a foible...unforgiveable to some!...Shrugs...some of the same sentiments in earlier OTI poems, Shorts, 70s, and such...a refrain...Black Dragon Nests...reference how Bower Birds make their Bowers (I thought it was nests they decorated, but instead the bowers)...

:)

DavidDavid

OTI:one poem and notes:7/29/16

Open To Interpretation

Zoo

A wonderful fact to reflect upon,
That every living creature is constituted
To be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city's zoo by night,
That every one of those darkly clustered cages
Encloses its own secret;
That every niche in every one of them encloses its own secret;
That every beating heart
In the (hundreds of) thousands of beasts there,
Is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
Something of the awfulness,
Even of Death itself,
Is referable to this.
No more can I turn the leaves
Of these dear books that I love,
And vainly hope in time to read them all.
No more can I look into the depths of  unfathomable water,
Wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it,
I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged.
It was appointed that the Book Of Life should shut with a spring,
For ever and for ever, when I had read but a page.
It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost,
When the light was playing on its surface,
And I stood in ignorance on the shore.
My dog is dead,
My neighbour is dead,
My love, the darling of my soul, is dead;
It is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation
Of the secret that was always in that individuality,
And which I shall carry in mine to my life's end.
In (any (of the (burial-places) of) this zoo through which I pass,
Is there a sleeper more inscrutable
Than the sleeping city inhabitants are,
In their innermost personality,
To me,
Or than I am to them?

DolphinWords

After a prose passage by Charles Dickens in A Tale Of Two Cities...word changes are in italics...words to be left out are in parenthesis...the side to side format of the prose has been made into free verse poem line lengths...for origin on web for text I'm using see wikiquote here...

Notes: I thought all day about doing it...just unabashedly changing Dickens' prose bit I quoted a couple posts back, stealing not only the sentiment, as it is one I've been working on, but most all the words too!...It is still Dickens'!...sometimes folk do this with things like the Declaration of Independence...in fact, I have...'We hold these truths to be self evident, all living creatures are created equal, and are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, and that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness'...few know that 'happiness' at the time had a whole philosophy associated with it...it took awhile to free the slaves...it'll take a much longer while to free Nature, sadly...Sumatra Rhino's are gone in the wild...and Giraffes are getting scarce...pic of baby rhino being rescued from somewhere during flood...today's cull...should I apologize to Dickens?...no, Dickens was all about the poor and downtrodden...Curiously, Dickens doesn't alliterate, or rhyme, at all...very un-Melville like!

:)

DavidDavid

OTI:one poem and notes:7/27/16

Open To Interpretation

A Waking Dragon

"A waking dragon makes his nest
Hoping for no rest
And with family to be blessed."

"A sleeping dragon dreams
Of nightmares teams
Pulling carriages of treasure
Beyond all measure."

"The stolen dream treasures
She critically measures
Offering her pleasures
To her dragon not rested,
Awake, not dreaming,
In duty, not seeming,
And completed, nested."

"Humankind quests
To steal back stolen
Dragons' bequests
Treasures all golden."

"One above all
Among the Dragon mates,
To Humankind's gall,
The hero that takes
Lenore
To Nevermore."

"Stop already!"  Ishmael protested
To Pip, Watteau, Ned, and Madeline,
Gathered in a circle,
Trying to compose rhymes and lyrics,
Playing out of tune
Experimental melody strains.
And the Ravens with Ishmael agreed,
Croaking from their austere aerie
High in the rigging and yard arms,
And the Gulls chimed in.
Ishmael jumped up,
And threw from his scrub bucket
Soapy water across the Black Deck.
The crew sat back on their haunches and laughed, 
Then continued their effort,
The Black Deck doesn't clean and polish itself.

"Oh!" said Ishmael, "Nemo's daughter."
"How's that?" asked Shaw,
Bent over scrubbing.
Ishmael sat on his bucket
Beside Pip, Watteau, Ned and Madeline,
Listening to their rhymes and tunes.
Ishmael twirled around to Shaw.
"Nemo made a deal with a Black Dragon for Dulcinea
Knowing we'd follow to Nevermore,
Rescue Dulcinea,
And his daughter." he said.
Shaw smiled,
"We'll need more ships."

DolphinWords

Notes: I came away from reading Horatio Hornblower stories, Two Years Before The Mast, Moby Dick, and such, with a kind of take on holy stoning old wooden ship decks...brb...

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The US Navy has it the term may have come from the fact that 'holystoning the deck' was originally done on one's knees, as in prayer.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holystone

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And all along in the Black Ship tale the crew polishing the Black Deck is a take off on holy stoning...and a reference to some religion's philosophy of  'mirror polishing'...forget which...brb...well, I'll credit the Sufis with the conceit of the heart being like a mirror, and the effort is to polish it...but that could well be a sentiment reached in many religions...I was just reading a NY Times take on religion in Saudi Arabia, and there was a pic of women and men gathered at a business product exhibition...the women dressed in black from head to toe, only a slit for their eyes, and the men all in white gowns with the checkered red headpieces...they could be my Ravens and Gulls!...but that's a reach...and the Islam devout on hands and knees praying five times a day may be the picture the Navy had in mind!...Saudi Arabia is an example of what great wealth does...it ritualizes everything...example: life for China's emperors in the Forbidden City...somewhere just saw a story of how the upper class is self segregating itself by living in planned communities, with the gates and guards and such--like Pebble Beach...home owner associations are only a bit up the road from wahhaabbism...an extremely wealthy elite will go to all lengths to keep its wealth...dragons with their hoards...the web is being kept 'clean' all the time, by never seen servants who have a daunting task...story I read about this said they get paid well, but the stress of dealing with the awful day to day, drives them crazy...and then there's the whole mess of computer viruses, hackers, wiki leakers and such...and aboard ship discipline on a military vessel is beyond beyond...they're not on their knees, but carrier crewmen will walk the deck before flight take off, meticulously picking up from those black decks any debris, least it get sucked up into the jet's engines...

the republican convention was a white wash...
the democrats', just a wash...

Update 7/29: had 'Shaw' talking charateristically from Jaws, and realized I was intuiting Shaw from Person of Interest, and a typical for that show plot exhibition...ah...keep them both aboard...:)



ral...

:)

DavidDavid

OTI:eight poems and notes:7/25/16

Open To Interpretation

Never

Never,
The old and dormant volcano
Stood risen up from the Southern Sea.
Perforated with black lava caverns,
It stands off shore of Nevermore,
Winter bound with broken pack ice
And drifting ice bergs.
The sky grey over the wave heaving ice flows.
Fledgling Black Dragons
Soaring, hovering, dove into the sea,
Pursuing panicked seals.

Conversations End

The conversation will end
You'll find another trend
I know it will be so
From those times I go
Back from a mountain peak
Leaving behind what I seek
And can only visit
And revisit
Because mountains don't move
Like you do.

Dragon Dreams

The Southern Black Dragon Flight
Dreamed dragon dreams.
The fledglings returned to their
Respective nests,
Spread their wings
And shook their feathers dry,
And nestled into sleep.
And the old volcano,
Never,
And the dragons' caverns within,
Were quiet like a cathedral ruin.

My Poor Brain

My poor brain.
I touch my skull
And it's like the dashboard
Beneath the windshield.
Bone can withstand a bump or two,
But transparent to radiation from you.

Ishi

In Winter,
Ishi's family foraged the shores
Of Nevermore
Like all the families
Of all the tribes
Of all the Lost Peoples.
Never was far far in the distance,
The Black Dragons in their hibernation.
Ishi speared a fish,
And retrieved fish and spear
From the wave slosh among the
Barnacle covered rocks,
And was happy.

Funds

Every month
Funds drain down
To the very drain.
I play the fourth
Wednesday game
Well so far
With a few others.
We have no hall of fame.

Petra And Pet

The Black Dragon reached
Nevermore's shoreline
And followed it along,
The volcano head of Never
In the distance nearing.
Dulcinea, weary of days
Seated on the Dragon's scaly claws
Thought,
'Enough of this,
Huggins, Munnins, take
The Dragon's other eye!'
And the two Ravens happily did so.
The Dragon roared
And spouted flames in pain,
Terrified of blindness.
Ishi looked up
To see the Dragon twisting and turning,
Descending to the seashore,
And hurried his family into
The conifer forest.
The soft sand softened the Dragon's crash,
And Dulcinea hopped free,
And trotted to opposite the Dragon's writhing head.
Arms akimbo,
She soothed the Dragon's pain,
Thought,
'I'll be your eyes...deal?'
The Dragon roared,
Belched flame and black smoke,
Considered,
'Deal...what is your name?' the Dragon asked.
'I have many, you can know me as Petra.' Dulcinea thought, and stepped forward to scratch the Dragon's chin.  'And you I will call Pet.'

Cold

With the window open
I'm always hoping
It will be somewhat cooler.
My imagination seeks to help,
Takes me back
To September 1915 Bridge,
Cathedral, Unicorn,
Hawk atop the Lodgepole Pine,
Feathers ruffled
By Tuolumne's cold wind.
Heck, the traffic light changes
And I'm honked forward.

DolphinWords

Notes: well, this time by design, I interleaved the Black Ship Tale with the usual stuff...it's an effort to get at what happens as we watch an entertainment with the usual clutter about...no different when making an entertainment, and clutter!...it's going to be hard to get Never across as the name of a volcano/mountain...I don't think Never has ever been used to name a mountain...might be a good name for one in the Himalaya's that no one has climbed successfully yet!...brb...Never Summer Mountains ...hmmph...and images...oh, these mountains must be known to me!...Conversations End...and will find some solace daydreaming of going to them, confident they stay put...:)....Dragon Dreams...I didn't want to use 'cathedral'...too many overtones and connotations, but it becomes a fit with Petra and Pet, and a kind of serendipity...the wild scene in part from previous early morning quote from Grave's poem, The White Goddess...My Poor Brain...a goof...Ishi...reference Ishi...:)...Funds...a goof...Petra And Pet...last evening at the movies I took note in preview that Pete's Dragon has feathers (and is green)...the Black Dragons in their winter settings need feathers too to keep warm...and kind of a goof to give Dulcinea the female name for Peter, and the Black Dragon 'Pet'...but realized it not goofy at all when noted Petra is old Greek for rock or stone...the inspiration for St. Peter's name...and the whole doggone scene, with Never as a cathedral ruin, and many named Dulcinea, has become 'massive'...all I need do is throw in the 'seven sleepers'...but enough...for now...wanted to fly Dulcinea into Never, as captive, but couldn't imagine it, so dropped her off on the beach!...and Ishi appearing spearing a fish worth the diversion!...Cold...another goof...

:)

DavidDavid

OTI:two poems and notes:7/25/16

Open To Interpretation

Publicity

Oh,
I walked away
And
Then came back
Okay tell me
I'll stand and listen.
Oh, I have it noted
The community avoids me,
And that is my fault? you say.
I should have kept walking
And you keep talking
Explaining me to me,
Offering...
I don't see it
Just don't
Just stop
I don't want it.

DolphinWords

Notes:  Publicity...from a dream...I was being upbraided for being shy, I think, and didn't take it, woke up in fact when the dream got too pushy!...and I titled the poem 'publicity', but not sure that was the sentiment of the dream...it was more like some high school thing when a shy fellow hasn't asked a girl to a dance, and one steps up and 'Sadie Hawkins' him!...shyness has that vulnerability...went on about that in post about Hitchcock movie Suspicion...I'm not sure just what shyness is...brb...

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People who are not shy may be up-front, aggressive, or critical towards shy people in an attempt "to get them out of their shell." This can actually make a shy person feel worse, as it draws attention to them, making them more self-conscious and uncomfortable.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shyness

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...one of the remarkable things about the web is that wiki just sprung up like out of nowhere...and all the self similar sites...some more...

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Physical symptoms of social phobia can include shortness of breath, trembling, increased heart rate, and sweating; in some cases, these symptoms are intense enough and numerous enough to constitute a panic attack. Shyness, on the other hand, may incorporate many of these symptoms, but at a lower intensity, infrequently, and does not interfere tremendously with normal living.

<sup>same wiki

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my whole family is shy...see it in my relatives immediately...like a family trait...some more than others...I could tell tales!...shyness is of course a defense everyone has...approach any animal as a stranger, and you'll usually see their shyness...I say usually, Maya, my dog, isn't shy at all...I've read it's the Husky trait to be sociable...she's part Husky and Shepard...Huskies don't make good watchdogs, I read, they greet everyone...it's a secret joy of mine to take her for walks, and see her greet everyone we meet...something I'd like to do myself...my hiking friend in the mountains was like that...she'd start up conversations with everyone we came across...alone, hiking, I smile, say hello, and continue past...oh, and that gets me where I wanted to go...city shyness...encased in our cars of course we don't greet and meet at all!...but at Malls and such, we walkabout with our own group, and it's not like we're going to invite anyone to bench sit and share tales!...and where I wanted to go with this is this quote from yesterday's link to quotes from Tale of Two Cities...I've been trying to gather this sentiment into a poem, and here early on Dickens has it...a long quote, but, hey, this isn't paper...

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A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its surface, and I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end. In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them?

Chapter 3 A Tale Of Two Cities
Charles Dickens
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/A_Tale_of_Two_Cities

so, so, in the evening I went over to the $3 movie theater in the Orange Mall...Now You See Me 2 playing, and the theater filled up...I didn't see Now You See Me, the first one, but everyone else seemed to have...a fine tale of magicians as x men like heroes...and I think a film having the most gentle rating of any I've seen in a long while...a fine thing to hear the audience laugh...

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Thomas Benton claims that because shy people "have a tendency toward self-criticism, they are often high achievers, and not just in solitary activities like research and writing. Perhaps even more than the drive toward independent achievement, shy people long to make connections to others often through altruistic behavior."

<sup>from same wiki

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Dickens

Was Dickens shy?...
brb...
nope, not a bit...
He managed Publicity just fine.</sup>

:)

DavidDavid

OTI:two poems and notes:7/24/16

Open To Interpretation

Fault

Maybe some will notice
The fault is in our star:
Too warm the sea
Moistens the heated air
And surrounding coolness
Begins hurricanes' spins.

Wordsworth

Oh, you stole your sister
Echo's daffodils,
Narcissus another name...
Shame!

Notes:  Fault...arrived at this poem after doing a bunch that don't quite make it to 'poem'...it's very hard to write poems about current events, things in the news, and such...Fault was the last one I did in this group, and it has a telling pun in 'fault'...familiar is earthquake 'faults'...what these are gets explained every time there is an earthquake!...but it's not like the earth is at 'fault', being blameworthy...like a motorist running a red light is at 'fault'...Nature is all about faults...we just deal with them, endure them, call them 'acts of nature'...in human affairs, fault begins to take on connotations of irresponsibility, and a whole philosophy of crime and punishment...hmmph...let me continue with listing the group!...and afterwards some notes on the notes!...

Nonsense

They have no sense
So we are left with their nonsense
Swabbing blood stained cement decks.

Collared

And grabbed by the collars
They twirl and spin
Every which way
Snapping at the hands that feed them.

Fatalitied

There's no room for a populace gone crazy,
And our graveyards fill with the 
Fatalitied innocent trying to sustain peace.

A Rose Is A Rose

In France it was called "The Terror"
In Germany "The Holocaust"
Elsewhere more names
For this same weather
Like "Hurricane" and "Cyclone".

Insects

Insects have it worked out
Which of them begins
And ends
The recycling of corpses
If they can get to one
Before the war loosed dogs.

Reports

Our soldier's battles and deaths
Can be reported alongside
The stock markets' daily
Report of losses and gains.
Why not?
It's where wars begin, and sustain.
But instead it is for buffs
That delve into such history stuff
And sad soldiers' duties
To report to families.

Lincoln

Lincoln wore all black
And kept the Black Book nearby
A funerary attire
The citizenry adopted.

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Notenotes: Nonsense...nonsense is one of Nature's faults, for people nonsense is a fault...having established a pun/play on the word fault, maybe that makes sense!...Collared...revolutionaries are like that...reference my wrestling with Maya, my dog!...I'm not adverse to using a hackneyed phrase like 'hand that feeds them' if I can put it in a setting that breaths life back into it...Robert Graves goes on somewhere, about the word 'haywire'...used so often to describe things gone awry, it lost it's original freshness, which he explains as the frustration a farmer had when bailing a bale of hay, the wire snaps, and scatters the hay all over...Fatalitied...I made up a word...one way of getting 'freshness'!...I was thinking here of events in Turkey...what in the world are they going to do with the rounded up!...which brought to mind the French Terror, which in my study of the Romantic poets I keep coming across...and that led to A Rose Is A Rose...

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"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet" is a frequently referenced part of William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet, in which Juliet seems to argue that it does not matter that Romeo is from her rival's house of Montague, that is, that he is named "Montague." The reference is often used to imply that the names of things do not affect what they really are.

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...different names can be a disguise of the same thing...I did search: Wordsworth French Terror...and found myself studying the self same thing that is happening in Turkey...Robespierre's justification of 'terror' is chilling...clearly modern terrorists have a model to follow, as did Hitler, Stalin, Mao Tse Tung, and their ilk...and of course to counter such terrorists, there is counter terrorists, witness the growing chorus of Guglianis!...I dunno...it's the best of times, it's the worst of times...one of my toon personalities is made by the movie Tale of Two Cities...read the book too...'a far far better thing than I ever did before'...

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It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.

Note: These closing lines bring Dickens' motif of doubles...

https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/A_Tale_of_Two_Cities

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Oh, it was Dicken's tale, thought it was Hugo's...forgot...we guillotined insects mercilessly as kids...Insects...and insects is a pun on those mechanical sorts who just respond like keys to a player piano's scroll...Bodie's Black Piano...dogs go feral let loose...people too...Reports...just trying to get at freedom of press suppression in a terror/counter terror milieu...I'm out of my depth in this stuff, and with a word like milieu, which must be French...remarkably, many poets try to swim in it, politics and such...seeking grand schemes...Lincoln...one faction in the Terror thought to eradicate Christianity, sending monks and nuns to execution...wiki's take gives the breakdown of what segments of society were executed...25 per cent were from the aristocracy (8%), the clergy, and the middle class...the rest were commoners slaughtered by commoners...which is ironic, insomuch as the effort of the terror was to voice the common people's will...what happened seems to be the establishment of martial law with the goal of straightening things out, and then normal governance restored...a Terror would have happened with America's revolution too I think, but with our frontier there was room for everyone to kind of spread out and not get on one another's nerves!...now, with every Nation so crowded, there's just no room, for a 'populace gone crazy'...in the Terror, the prisons of Paris became overcrowded, and the 'nation's razor' trimmed...Reports is kind of generic...I don't know if seeing by everyone everyday battle reports helps any...WW2 was fought with hardly anyone knowing what was going on...which is curious, as I have some history stuff that seems to show that the politically savvy knew exactly how that war would progress from beginning to end...see Claire Booth Luce, Life Magazine, General Stillwell piece, 1942 issue...sometime I want to work this up, as it has Captain Frank Robert's in it...'Black Book' has become a pun for IslamChristianityJudaism's text book...I think Durrell wrote a novel, The Black Book...brb...I read it, and forget what it was about...was that the murder as a game story!?...anyway, it's a different Black Book!...Black Books goes along with my Black Decks and such!...at times, people weary of their poverty, and just life's travails in general, lending support to the nefarious ambitious...Wordsworth...the second poem up there at top...I didn't know that Daffodils and the flower named after Narcissus are one and the same...studied this out, and learned the flower lore of Daffodils...sacred to Persephone...and maybe the flower of the Elysian Fields...and his sister was his Echo, literally transcribing his day to day for years and years...maybe Google's mine...ral...reference Wordsworth poem I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, and his sister's letter describing daffodils on one of their walks...'their' being Coleridge, Wordsworth and Dororthy...oh, I shouldn't use 'gyre'...it references, for the scholarly!, Yeats, I think...brb...yep, and gosh I just don't like Yeats...so 'gyre' at the end of Fault is now 'spin'...oh, got rid of 'the' too...'the hurricane's gyre' before...much better now!

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DavidDavid