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Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Where do we come in

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what we saw dreamt of as part of our lives in marble  stone  rock  twisted metal  scrawled hieroglyphics of the tortured deserting mind do we have to leave then or when or do we strain for more  ours and others
lives in one vista of the whole on the tele they are playing games   plentiful games  rubber boats  caves and scaly cardboard mountains in gluey-glossy plastic colours each team was flown in on the sponsor’s purse each team member  tailored for each part  sporting spotted crocodile scales  bunny tails  blown butterfly ears  bearhair streaming down from head to toe in a brownish hugging fur hue before and after  the sponsor’s exclusive breaktime slot invited guests clapping deaf on peak dinnertime  and for millions and millions of others relaxing at home  or maybe standing leaning against the open door or lolling on sofas  sweetmeats within reach of crawling fingers  highballs in handsafter lush juices streaking down protein-heaped plates turned to a gravy curd on the low table that the au pair would remove before the programme end   while the prize board chalked hundreds of thousands  for those who merely did nothing else other than have themselves a ball
      in whose stomach-holes do the golf balls sink  	

	the postman in the morning brings in the Waste Industry’s thick envelopes stuffed with multi-coloured magazines together with ball-points with your name inscribed as though you were to be called on to affix your signature to international treaties that last only as long as the ball-point would that is to say three and half days if you use it only twice your name and add elegantly embossed on handsome stickers asking for handouts with glorious recall of their efforts for the poor the sans abri the diabetics the heart-stricken the spastics the handicapped the endless medical research for cancer how many million times can research be duplicated and all those lush colours in deluxe printed covers  if only they could print a poem for some poet without a literary agent every time they send out a bulging envelope  you give to one and the whole damned carnival is at your door cymbals clanging voices hymning every week of the year  year in and year out they send you their mag with professional photos of dying but well-fed sick forsaken-looking children posing from Ethiopia India Costa Rica ha the Rich Coast what you give in return cannot cover the cost of stamps after a mere stream of au secour calls for oeuvres caritatives during a period of weeks or months  
	in whose sick souls do the golf balls sink
what are they doing so wonderful that is not like the blaring blazé voice of the compère on the tele on a Saturday evening primetime show who gets paid in the hundreds of thousands just because he’s a celebrity and all the made-moi-selles in the front row with tongues lolling would at the slightest glance be ready to lick their hands  a tincan Saturday night chivalrous mounted charger whom the hebdomadaire hounds write pages and pages about their visits to any old place what they wear which senorita worshipping at their lapels  so often that people don’t look at their faces anymore for they know every feature by heart every trait every dimple and pimple  
in whose brain holes do the golf balls sink
right round the year shine tennis stars  the same faces jumping up and down the ATP  grunting and swearing after balls that bounce out and away from their needless hands their eyes straining beyond all measure of human endurance  each ball they hit virtually a hundred dollar bill  and when they are pushed down in the ATP list by the fresh teens buoyed by muscle tyre-lessness  there’s always the clowning in the rigged up exhibition matches or the doubles or mixed doubles Man and John  Yan and JM to take the laugh out of the bounce in the yo-yo ATP also-ran list
	in whose psyche-holes do the golf balls sink 
what do they send in the post to the directors of the beggars’ opera  what do popstars contribute they who sell the I heard that classical melody song on bandaid to millions and get gold in return infinitely more than they can use   who filled the paupers’ grave with Mozart  who gives a thought to the lonely pilfered Cervantes but the Sancho of his delirium
in whose a-holes do the golf balls sink
was that MJ gyrating grabbing his crotch in a spacecraft  the decor specially ordered and paid for   for the nonce  what did it cost  what’s the cost of an Ethiopian peasant Indian meal a day  uncooked corn or flour douzed in tinned or dried milk  the surplus waste of white markets  all above-board of course   eaten out of rusty discarded worm-twirling tins and cans and shells of infested coconuts
	in whose dream-holes do the golf balls sink  
	where do the directoires of the beggars’ opera dine what do they suck on  and how often do they sup together in the name of the needy all over the romping world  do they wine themselves while gobbling on foie gras caviar shark’s fin and pheasant or is this an impudent question  you the charity-mongers
   so here we come in   
in medias res
	it ain’t mon problème that the needy can’t ask but in the street   i’m not the conscience of the world  the grapes of wrath  the martyrised conscience of the common Indian patting tortias on the mud patch a strong people don’t need a strong man how do you make a people strong if not with tortias and chilli con carne  are they still strong where Zapata left only his riddled body in straw sandals  has the Indian peasant still enough fight left in him where drug cartels rule a kingdom where ideals hardly thrust up on reefers
follow the golf balls and squirm jumping up and down in a squirting frenzy on the mons veneris
© T. Wignesan –Paris, 1997  From the collection (revised) : longhand notes (a binding of poems), 1999.

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Unquotable quotes: Janitor, Gardienne, Portero, Sereno, Hausgast -XXXI Part One

Unquotable quotes: The Janitor, Gardienne, Landlady, Housekeeper, Portero, the Sereno and the Hausgast – XXXI  Part One

Be they so named or not in these here parts, visions of shrieking furies with Gorgon heads and frightful temple-guardian Dvarapalas and Gothic Frankensteins with blood-dripping fangs and gnarled claws loom into view at the very thought of these gentle folk. 

This class of saintly women  cannot but live off the mass of urban populations under the pretext of serving the latter as their hand-and-foot maidens. Gare à vous!

The C.S. (Conseil syndical), the all-powerful co-proprietors council which decides what is to be done with the monies they require residents to pay for the so-called upkeep of the place under their control. The CS - mainly composed of women: housewives, spinsters, widows and old maids, with one or two crusty men thrown in for good measure - is supposed to be elected by the entire number of co-proprietors at the annual general assembly, but, in actual fact, the inscrutable ways of democracy being such the ring leaders canvass and obtain by proxy the majority of votes to do whatever it pleases them.

The Syndic administers the accounts of the co-property: collection of provisions, payment for services rendered by plumbers, electricians, lift and intercom maintenance technicians, insecticide sprayers, including the payment of the whopping salary to the gardienne (and her otherwise employed husband), and of course the famous organization of the General Assembly when decisions taken by the CS are put to the vote for the succeeding year’s expenditures. The president of the CS also maintains a common account from which (s)he pays for certain emergency services, the sums of which (s)he recovers from the Syndic, however.

Now, the rub is this: the Syndic receives payment for his services; the gardienne is paid a regular salary, but the CS, nothing. Their services are considered to be offered in an altruistic spirit for the betterment of the co-proprietors, but is this the case? Th	at’s for you to decide. It is however a convention among all the residents that they may help themselves as and when they please to whatever appears appropriate in the circumstances and here much developed forms of imaginative speculation is required to guess at what they can do to pay themselves for what may be considered “work” whether foul or not.

The gardienne has the quintessential role in this set-up. She knows the ropes, for her kind on a national level have managed all exigencies and are worldly-wise about how to keep the money flowing.  She informs and directs the hand of the president of the CS who then allows her a sizeable cut of the purse. For this purpose, a whole array of service providers who are willing to cooperate are called upon to serve them.  And the coproprietors don’t much bother about who benefits from what, so long as the job gets done, and they are not put out - much too much - of their pockets.  Their least of all concerns is the legality of the situation. In this thieves paradise, the insurance companies’ employees too willingly play the game by shutting a conniving eye to misdeeds.

Little wonder then that in Napoleonic territory, the chief players in this particular form of laissez-faire hail inevitably from the Mediterranean countries. Only such a state of affairs could have provoked the greatest wit in these parts to comment: “…wherever you go in France, you will find that the(ir) three chief occupations are making love, backbiting, and talking nonsense.” Cf Candide by Voltaire.) 


                     The Terror at the Door

There she blows the tough lump twitching rude bums
   Riding on the mop stick between wily witchy thighs
Nasty tongue lolling with itchy gossipy gums
   Messy breasts soured by curdled milk‘s retchy sighs

Mean glutton button eyes on the lookout for victims
   Those without rich connections the lone occupants
On whom she unleashes her venom her whims
   The hushed neighbourhood numbed by wails by rants

Each morning the terror strikes at some bolted door
   Some migrant woman in arrears rent husband on dole
Accusing the wretch of littering some space out of door
   Summoning to witness the mighty indigene soul

Each night she’ll scorch indecent threats on paper:
   “He who laid that lame cabinet down by the basement
I know by name – Before the day grows duller
   I’ll have him arraigned by holy writ’s firmament!”

So she’ll whine and she’ll grind her victims to pulp
   Till she’s got them all on the run tout azimut     
While she fawns kiss-asses the rich who cuddle pup
   At the buildings entrance where she sets up court

There to villify denigrate and condemn
   Those who dared point a finger at what she got
To justify phantom expense free flat unearned gem 
   The terror at the door the lèche-cul lèche-bottes

This migrant terror who would not finish school
   Sports a sinecure even Ph. Ds cannot earn
Add to that kickbacks from fake contracts drool
   And payments from useless chores money to burn

Do Lords of the Manor tolerate terror at their door
   Turn masochist key in keyhole of prison
What system of human rights permits such horror
   A land that’s seedbed to such criminal poison

Everyone’s out to break the coded law at will
   Who’s there to watch over other individuals’ rights
Can the system of Justice prevent wanton kill
   When the vast majority abhor others’ written rights

When rulers and electors are left to their devices
   All turn a deaf ear to open faults and crimes
The people show brazen courage in upholding vices
   So long as those who suffer do not decry the times

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Allah and Buddha were Talking

You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanurtured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and all Earth tribes,
but primally amongst your anthro-Allah loving selves.

Buddha thinks
we under-invest using this cooperatively intended gift
to speak clearly
and honestly
with candid integrity
about what "I need"
and what "I really do not need more of,
or any longer."

Perhaps at work
in your vocation
you get along confluently,
most folks act professionally
and politically
and socially
and economically
and ecologically
and healthily correct.

Yet, notice
next time
perhaps even within yourself,
within your family,
with your spouse,
with your kids
especially with those teenagers,
how much time do we invest
prattling happily
and sometimes ranting unhappily along
about what we want or wish for,
don't want and would never care to see
or hear
again;
now compare to your investment
conversing about what you most need
and what you most critically,
yet also chronically,
most specifically do not need
in your healthy intended and practiced life,
and in your death-trending non-life
of false wealthy abundance,
yet ultimate loss.

We might turn to our professional colleague at work
say "I could use a cup of coffee."
but we would probably never say,
"I need more stimulants in my system
or this situation will put me to sleep."

We might say to our oppositionally obsessed daughter,
"If you throw that one-eyed Zoe doll down the stairs again
in the middle of this clunky throbbing night,
you can predict its immediate demise
in the trashcan of life!!!"
but seldom think to say
"I need for us to figure out a less alarming way
for you to wake me
when you need my attention,
and for you to let me sleep
when you merely want me."

Why are we more comfortable
telling our life partners,
"I don't feel like it tonight"
and less comfortable adding,
"but a back and foot and scalp massage would be heaven."

Seems like we would all be somewhat healthier
wealthier
and wiser
if we were more articulate
about our bodies' "need" language
while less reductively focused on
our little ego's cognitive "want"
"don't want" messages.

And, for that matter,
Allah adds
it might be nicer
if your national and global political conversations
followed this same trend
of ecological body integrity
with Buddha-mind communication patterns.

Rather than
"If you keep killing those innocent victims,
I'm going to spank you
and starve you."
as if sociopathology had not had quite enough of both
rather than co-mentored love,
what about,
"I do not need you to lead us toward more death.
I do need you to do what we elected
and supported
and expected you to do,
to facilitate positive health and wealth trends
for me
and all Earth's Tribes,
for life,
and all Time's incarnating needs for health right now,
through future's timeless generations,
positively trending outcomes
rooted in needs and not needs,
not-so-much about what you want
and don't want
for your small-minded anthro-exclusive future."

Our global Buddha body,
Earth as Sanghakaya
multisystemic incarnational economic school of ecojustice,
evolves religious as cultural sanity
screaming for cooperative healing
while speaking PC
through appropriate channels
how nice we could all be
through competing for wealth
by following Allah's nature and nation-building rules
of healthy reason,
inclusive organic seasons without threat of treason.

Our bodies need to compete cooperatively
even more than our minds want
to cooperatively compete.

It                   We
IS                  ISn't
crazy              sane
to                   not to
kill                 communicate
against            with
those               you
"Allah              "Allah creation
has                  has not
created"           destroyed"
without             with
first                 terminally
sharing             killing
Allah                Allah creation's
beauty and joy  ugly and sorrow
hospitality         ballistics
generosity        competitive selfishness
integrity.          mendacity.

When economic interest in ego
exceeds equivalent value
for eco-logical interest
and comprehensive assurance coverage
in healthy wealth optimization,
then ego mind
operates out of cognitively dominant "want"
messages
rather than bodily-centered "eco-need"
messages,
rich environmental responses,
and healthy dialogue
of about and for optimizing life trends.

How could we incarnate
create
regenerate
economic or psychic wealth and health
not eco-logically balanced,
positively trending toward "beloved"
or "climax"
healthy-wealth nutritional optimization
meeting Continuous Quality Improvement
Permacultural Standards
of Positive Design
and universally-uniting, integral, dialectic Development?

And, even if we could,
Buddha body would hate it
and Western mind
would disrupt into further cognitive-reductive dissonance,
rather than this emerging eco-consciousness
of Allah's incarnating mind as body-wisdom,
seeing while seeking continuous religious experience.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

King Solomon and Jonathon

Said King Solomon to Jonathon,
speculatively,
"Think of helium
as saturating the eggwhite understory
of this immense Earth-atmosphere
egg-incubator sack of hydrogen-saturated
wet air breathing in heat and light co-informing
to breathe out teleological
and permaculturally multisystemic
meaning and purpose 
for further co-operative becoming."

Warmly
and lightly
responded Jonathon,
son of bicameral love,
"I think of billowing cumulous clouds
ballistically foreshadowing
our ballasting clear blue sky,
like "death" and "life" are just human individuation-language
for Eco's recycling RNA-syntax and beauty and health,
universally radiant
unitarianly co-gravitational
co-arising breath."

King Solomon co-prehended,
"This Life is our encultured Time,
and Time's natural evolutionary
and revolutionary purpose
is primordial
and eco-centric,
rather than human nature's anthrocentric language
of meaning as co-inspiring intent."

"If that were true
what could this mean
for you and me?"
asked Jonathon
with some immediate concerns
about the evolution of our human race toward
naturally cooperative ecological culture,
and could it ever explicate our cooperative vocational
eco-centric purpose
for each day,
each choice,
the sacred co-operative co-arising value of each life,
human and otherwise,
each bionic form
with self-optimizing regenerative
slow-positive evolutionary growth abundance
of healthy-wealth,
with polyparadigmatic eco-cosciousness,
with multisystemic CQI therapeutic standards
for both deductive/inductive balanced values,
digitally QBit trend (-,-) Win-Win double-binding binary,
analogically biologic as ecological economics and 
Earth Rights political optimization power,
much less tglbq old and young minority-identified people's rights
not to be climatically and chronically bullied
by overly-commodified-quantified dis-eco-normic
suboptimization values
with high risk of failure to thrive.

Empathetically responded King Solomon,
"With Our exegetical care of eco-consciousness
as health and wealth of wisdom,
and interdependent assets v. liabilities,
we emerge more free
to discern those nutritionally meaningful positive-organic outcomes
most likely to enrich our ego-eco balancing polycultural identity
as binomially orthopracticing vocationers."

"That both does and does not sound
quite right
somehow"
concerned Jonathon's mind of bilateral Time-squared
as interior landscape enlightenment,
Zero-Zen-center-home-nest-syntax,
bicameral information processing/producing/consuming
regenerating/decomposing
neurally balanced rational-intuitive
Universalistic syntax-system messages and language
with comprehensively Unitarian eco-consciousness intent.

"How are Our co-arising environmental opportunities
and competitive risks,
and my own endosymbiotically responsive opportunities
and dissonating risks
co-derived, co-discerned, co-redeemed, co-mentored
in this here as now?"
asked King Solomon
sage wisely.

"Cooperatively co-arising economics
and ecological multisystemic therapy, design, and development
are not new eggs;
they are elder network-nests re-membering"
enlightened Jonathon's imagination.
"Eco-normic values are old RNA eggs
in a more recently ego-centric DNA nest
of stringing rings of Trees commodifying Life's Time."

"Cooperative co-arising economics and ecologic"
King Solomon analogized
"are my Right-Brain having her post-feminist
fractal-zeroistic
biometric way,
after a long reign of dominatrix
by an overly Yang-Left deductive-reductive
exegetical enculturation of history
as Win-Lose symbiotic dipolar evolution
by slow strangulation of all losers,
while ignoring deductive logic's
prime Eulerian Dynamic Function
in a 4 equivalent-dimensional Game Theory Dipolar-Balancing Corollary:
To Win-Win
transpose already existing Golden Rule Culture
into full-octave RNA syntax
inclusive of all Earth's Beloved Life-Tribes."

Jonathon,
who always had to have the last word
for reason which continued to escape him,
"I think a wiser King would use fewer words
and sing only the best psalms."



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

In My Home

In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
"crazy" has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballast Right
anchoring EgoSelf within EcoOther.

"Crazy"
when that begins with "you are"
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional powers of functionality
with dire political and economic consequences
of appropriate fear and anger,
even hatred for this Word itself.

"Crazy" ballast
begins with "I am"
and "we all are,
or could be,
or have been;"
a synonym for "Wild."

"Wildness" hunts a dipolar antonym
for "domesticated"
like difference and sameness
of wild yeast
with domestic yeast.

"Domesticated"
a Left-dominant economist's 
overly reductive
deductive
and enthusiastic synonym
for "commodified,"
even "exegeticalized"
or "orthodoxed"
as true, and good and rational, and just,
found to function
with quantifiable domesticated values
for efficiency and effectiveness,
utility,
useful,
especially for continuing 
our Win-Lose Left-brain dominating cultural game.

But, dear co-economists,
co-domestic politicians,
eco-logists, one and all inclusive
discerning languaged tribe of "crazy",
what has become domesticated
remains primally as wild as RNA's encryption,
syntax exegetically balancing regenerative harmonics
Nature's ecosystemic-logic
will only permaculturally allow,
and polyculturally love,
synergize,
analyze,
decompose for future Wild's balancing regenerational outcomes;
you know, kids, children, offspring, 
new eggs from old nests.

Earth's Tribes are wild crazy universal,
despite DNA's uniting 
and regeneratively cooperative economic understory
of perma-enculturing intent,
language,
deductive/inductive orthopraxis,
Left-Right co-arising hemispheric ecotherapy,
balancing Wild-Rational eco-full bicameral
dipolar [reverse co-relational] consciousness.

If Wild is not Universalist
then our political economics
could not evolve Unitarian.

Earth Rights
include rights to evolve dipolar balancing Wild-consciousness,
images,
imagination,
form with function,
incarnating co-operating ministries,
information,
intelligence,
RNA-fractal,
Zero-Soul timelessly TransParenting
Tree of Life Greets Death
Co-Messianic Exegenetically Rooted,
+/(-,-) [plus OVER bi-laterally negative self-bound logic as positive-inductive co-operating form/function/flow/frequency]
tri-temporal yangspace/not-not linear binomial yintime.

YesYes!
+Yang,+Yang
Win-Win's
YinYin
NotNot (-,- binary balance)
Thermodynamic Prime-Binary Gaming EcoBioSystemic Equivalence.

In My home
"crazy" evolves three functions:
One, to see who is winning (and when and where and hopefully why),
Two, to hear who is losing (when and where and hopefully why),
Three, to decompose this losing wildness
into its imaged dipolar opposite,
to co-mentor eco-wins thru EgoDeath's
Plan B with A WinWin.

You heard it here
but I heard it first
way back in UU history.
Bilateral Zeroism as prime function
goes back at least to Bucky Fuller,
and One could be no more Plan B Universalist than he;
and he would be offended
if his UU cooperative co-creators
could not hear his "synergy" as Unitarian-istic "love"
and self/other wildly self-optimizing regenerative design
and permaculturally economic cooperative 
co-arising Left-Right partnership development.





Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Earth Rights of Play

In which ways were you and I born equal?
Equal rights to live,
to breathe,
to sustain our bodies,
our healthier relationships
with sufficient nutrients
of taste and sound and sight
smell and feeling and insight,
to express our truth with integrity,
with cooperative purpose and full-disclosure intent.

Yet, in all these senses of equal rights of persons
it feels insufficient to notice justice within human rights.
All nature has regenerative intelligence 
of autonomic fertile/sterile memory 
and interdependent purpose
speaking between the polarizing noses
and mouths
with regenerative nutritional functions
in reverse of sphincters with degenerative waste disposal functions,
one mindbody side dominant for consuming Yang nutrients,
the other side notnot recessive
double-bound knots of dialectically reiterative time 
for producing YinYin of ego-dissonant/eco-dipolar full-dialectic revolution, 
chaos,
cooperatively sharing global poly-regenerate rights of ecobalancing 
Tao-justice.

All Earth Tribes cooperatively,
ecotherapeutically,
share a rightness for breathing clean air,
to sustain our incarnate being
with sufficient nutrients of sensory absorption,
the mutuality of co-gravitation,
the kosmic-integral,
universe-unitarian/Fullerian balance of thermodynamics
and global electromagnetics
and revolving synergetics,
positive balancing double-negative
eco-biometric function and flow capacities,
to optimally improve our shared quality of well-being.

Health rights for all endosymbiotic evolutions of all Earth's Tribes,
as one united cooperatively networked  integral confederacy 
of PolyNomial Species as EcoEvolvingSystems,
all organs and cellular and quantum functions of (0)-ecocentric function
of all naturally yang-deductive:yin-inductively organized
bionic mutually informating systems.

All EarthTribe, together, enjoys equal rights,
responsibilities and authorities for optimal health,
sustainable ecotherapeutic quality
and value for DNA-and-ElderRNA solidarity
born of mutually subsidiary temporally dense-positive gratitude, 
indigenous to natural ecojustice permaculturally developing
love/synergy co-operative investment relationships.

Earth Rights are not limited
by kindness OR unkindness
by justice OR humanity;
but by natural YinEco-rights
AND YangEgo-lefts
resolve our balancing co-regeneration of dipolar
diastatic
revolution-time toward Open System
notnot negentropic LoseLose,
therefore,
WinWin Positive-ReGenerative Evolution
Tipping Toward
Less LoseLose Negative-DeGenerative Divestment
in YinYin's Love with Peace
reverse bipolar disposition,
angry-angst
facing off in
fear of fear in mirror irrationally unresolving life-health/death-pathology trends,
worthy of further winter decomposition,
embryonic seeds of Tao polyculturing climax of self-goverrnance 
principles of guild synergy, 
nutrient-community feeding on poly-encultured communication looping strings of regenerative normative DNA/RNA fractal-fold dipolar-bilateral prime-lines
for optimizing health-planning 
and developing redevelopments
of every co-arising nomial
in a unitarian surfing Tao sea
of Ebb loves Flo.

Whoever they are,
they seem to be happy together,
so who am I to judge
about their gimpy names,
or nippy games,
in once upon whatever matters.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Unquotable quotes: Leftists XVIII

Unquotable quotes: Leftists – XVIII

(Note: What goes for the Left can go for the Right, too. All you need to do is to interpose the words wherever possible. Don’t read ideological warfare where there is none intended.)

If the Left is right, the Right cannot be in the right.
The more the Left splits right down the middle, the more the leftists in the Right.
Since everything on the Left is supposed to be socialist, on which side stands the National Socialist? Or do socialists refuse to subscribe to the notion of the Nation State?
In the now tamed Wild West, socialists of various sorts prefer to parade as democrats – an open affront to the European Welfare State.
The Left’s greatest achievement – first in the Western World and now everywhere else – is the un-buckling of the chastity belt, all due to a world famous French couple double.
To be thought of an intellectual, just affect being liberal and  “leftist”, but make certain you first bury the silver spoon you were born with: you can always dig it up when no one is looking. 
Leftists band together to oppress a fellow leftist when they fear the rattling of socialist skeletons in their own socialist sub-consciousness cupboard.
When the Right is bereft, the Left denies and denigrates the theft. 
Why is it that less attractive girls always – well, nearly always – parade with leftist stamps and stickers on their bosoms and bums in order to appear “chic-ly” artful and/or intellectual? On the other side, it would appear they prefer them straight and loose without the packaging or the slogan-chanting.
The Leftist label fits all who play ball with those screwballs who throw balls at night fall.
The great thing about being Centre Left is that at some time or other you’d rub shoulders with the Far Left to the Far Right of your rubber neck.
The Far Left suspects the Left more than the Far Right, for the Left insists on being thought of as the sole arbiters of rights.
Don’t turn Left unless the road ahead is blocked; in which case, turn Right-round and come back.
What feels good about being in the arms of the Left is that the Left’s left-hand comes right round to the Right – around your back.
Leave the Left and you’ll be left with no Right whatsoever.
Left hand and Right hand lock to form one big hug.
Left in the lurch is a right for no Church.
Left to yourself is a State no Right can dislodge from the ideological shelf.
The Centre Left can neither fall to the right nor to the left for its hands stretch out for balance to the Far Right and the Far Left.
Keep the Left hand and the Right hand always out of reach, and they’ll always be dirty – for does one know what the other does?
He who comes to equity must come with clean gloves even if the hands stay dirty.
Left side, Right brain; Right side, Left brain.
Why does the left-handed batsman always confound the right-handed bowler? Is it because the right-handed bowler has no arm left?
Left by Love is Right bloody rough; right in love makes one an incorrigible bluff.
Left hand, Right hand, two faces of the brain span – minus the pineal gland. Pinch each hand to see which can outstand the other.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, May 18, 2016



Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Where Poets Rule

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose....
A calligrapher writes out his lines
not just for the exquisiteness of the script
but to also convey a meaning.
              Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore of the poet?
Refined prose?
Beautifully flowing style and structure?
Artistic elegance
or truth of content?

Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?

Of course it must be both,
symbiotically fertilizing and farming each incubating embryo,
functioning and forming creative language,
an expression of intuited deduction,
refinement toward exegetically known and felt soul-truth
through eisegetical analogy
ecology
economy of linguistic order,
principles of languaged left-brained human nature
dancing prancing functional flow and forms
through right-brained regeneratively intuited
proportional and aesthetic octave polycultured memory,
dream-dancing DNA.

What evolves and seeds
plants and pulls
harvests and winnows language,
thought,
understanding and learning,
comprehension and mentoring orthopraxis,
ecotherapy and healing
rationality and polypathic sanity?

This optimally sustaining
revolutionary bipolar meaning
for graceful living
and breathing
and healing poetry,
enculturates as metaphysically expressed
through universal laws of language
and cooperative economics,
trans-actively mutual mentoring love,
as words teach us what we think
and thoughts inspire our Way (Tao) 
toward optimally inclusive expression.
Meanwhile poetry evolves physically incarnating
through global dancing and singing
in full octave ringing circles
of energy and organic-spiral dynamic mass,
coincident communion.

Poets conduct dancing lyrics of life through death,
decompositioning regeneration.

Poets prehend self-governance structures
in ways of light more enlightened
than competing partisan pedantry;
which may not be saying much for poets.

Transliterating Laotse on "Rulers":
Of the best public administrators
    The people only have faith,
    prehend, that they exist,
    or did way back in the day;
The next best they love and praise:
    the comprehensively wise polypaths 
    with CQI regenerative well-being outcomes.
The abusive  and tyrannical next they fear;
    powerful fools.
And the neglectful next they revile and ridicule;
    weak and humorless fools.

When poets do not command the people's faith,
Some will lose faith in them,
And then they resort to oaths!
But, of the best,
those wisely compassionate cooperative poetic-rulers,
    when their outcomes are optimally accomplished,
    their full-octaved permacultural design word work done,
The folks all remark, 
    "We have written and told and danced, 
    lived and breathed,
    colored and cultured it ourselves."

It is no more or less feasible
to have a mutually subsidiary 
and cooperative design and development
sociopathic CEO,
than it is to find a wise and holy
competitive hoarder of wealth and power.

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose.

Creation disguises,
yet implies,
teleology as ecologic.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

It Seems To Me

Evolution unfolds history
as economics forms cultural values.

Just as currency only carries values we supply
as a society of economists,
so my own paltry sums can only carry those values
I am willing to invest.

Money does not grow out of some distant Orthodox investment value tree,
We invest our money, 
like our time,
in our values, or disvalues.
Cash is our economic cart,
while our cultural health is our investment horsepower.

Our wealth values are subjects of economic life,
as integrative investments are objects,
objectives,
outcomes,
purposes,
meaningful as ecological life in healthy time,
justice-right space in timeless peace and justice, 
as actively invested love.

Our "need" values are negatively synaptic--
lots of horsepower,
as our want values are positively aptic,
sustainable,
maintainable,
optimal composting economic norms 
and naturally healthy assumptions of synergetic ecologic,
like the stress of rapid spring growth
must separate winter's decompositional co-gratitude
from summer's regenerous amplitude.

We need to not be hated and hateful
marginalized or marginalizing others.
We need to be loved as lovers of all nature,
including humane nature.
We would like to not be neglected and ignored,
the subject of our own self-ridicule.
We would like to be met with gratitude
and healthy robust trust
and non-violence
and willingness to invest in mutually cooperative values.

We invest in ecological cooperation more gracefully
knowing our future time is intrinsically co-redemptive,
regenerative,
through our synergetic praxis,
cooperative self and other love 
as gift-it-forward investments from Elder generations,
passing through our positive co-arising intent,
to redeem our future history of regenerators.

Ecojustice yang horsepower
races genetically bionic Eco-Logic's YinYin Cart,
just as ecological values and disvalues
empower global Yang to drive
our co-arising economic cart of wealth deposits with empoverishing loss 
and health risk,
currency as energy flow and constipation,
and nutritional functions of co-redemptive compost.

Ecological karma predicts economic grace,
or not so much risk
and loss of face.
A regeneratively optimizing ecosystem
presupposes a redemptively cooperative economy.

A degenerative sub-optimizing eco-stressed culture,
ecological thoughtlessness,
lack of comprehensive consciousness,
grows mental and physical illness,
chronic cognitive dissonance,
inclusive affective autism,
aggressive dispossession,
flat-line economic entropy
with high risks of wilting
consumers and producers,
overly-deductive decomposers
extinguishing richly effective pollinators.

It seems to me that ecological trends
predict an economic trickle up theory,
disempowerment and disinvestment
in synergetic systems,
beloved and climax community development,
will continue leading toward our demise,
until this unraveling ecosystem
reconnects balancing tipping points
and wu-wei principle
for reweaving ecojustice.

An EarthTribe platform of Earth Rights,
for Self as Earth-holonic,
as for Other,
as for all Earth's triumphal eco-justice logical future.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Fugitives of Justice

Thank god I finally was caught and cited
for doing something that I didn't do.

Just think how much worse I would feel
if I actually had done it,
as I have done so many stupid thoughtless things
without getting caught,
at least not by the judicial system.

I hope it all balances out
and at least I can face the music
knowing of my innocence this time,
and continue hiding all my negligent guilts from other times,
failing to read bedtime stories when they could have helped,
failing to remember to touch with kindness
especially when hurts could thereby be healed.

We sometimes confuse reasonable human error,
perhaps negligent in the absence of other stressful distractions,
with deliberately choosing to respond to damage
with full-willed intent,
to actively evade responsibility for damage,
for life's victimizing owies.

And sometimes our front line justice system,
we have both inherited and created
to leave for our children to suffer against
and rejoice with,
further fuels this confused misunderstanding
confuses poor communication and human error
with taking high risk evasive action
far outweighing positive,
far less time and money invested,
opportunities to act
in a more socially acceptable spirit of cooperation
by exercising a basic Golden Rule orientation
to self-with-other governance.
When this happens, we evade credibility,
to too quickly embrace criminalizing responsibility,
perhaps due to our own overly-paranoid imaginations.

Communication.
Economic and political life is all about misunderstood messages
and sending out clear, consistent, redundantly positive messages.

Would any right mind,
when asked by a witness to a car door ding,
"You're going to leave your number on their windshield aren't you?"
would anyone fully insured,
totally sober
with a pen and paper in the car,
truly respond to that question with a "no"
and then drive calmly and slowly off,
leaving plenty of time for multiple witnesses to get a plate number?

Maybe.
Maybe if he had looked at the cherry red truck
and could not see damage
that portended a visit for needed cosmetic repair.

Then again,
maybe the witness only asked this question
in the silence of her own imagination
or out loud but at a level of discreet volume
restricted so only she and those with her could hear.
After all,
you don't want to confront a crazy stranger
in a busy parking lot
who just might need some help
coping with his psychotic daughter
having an ill-timed manic episode,
laughing hysterically while blasting Ella Fitzgerald
singing "Love For Sale" across the medical center's parking lot
right?
Or wrong?
Or maybe something in between?

Who are the victims here
and is there even one that could not have been made stronger
and healthier
with and by a stronger spirit of cooperation?
Thereby making it even more likely
that next time,
next place,
next cherry red truck,
next victims of life's little transitional challenges
will get things better,
rather than climatically worse.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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