RETHINKING FOUCAULT
Just as a verse comes from verses,
a song comes from songs...
Text comes from texts,
Everything comes from the whole,
nothing is just an extract
of what already exists and has...
Everything is in place... and just copy and paste...
Of course, transforming, assembling
the story to taste...
But the new fact doesn't exist
nothing exists new...
But there is knowledge,
the innate talent!
Archimedes, renowned scientist
exclaimed his Eureka!
upon finding the "solution"
to a complex proof,
in a general field or mathematics...
Later, in a less long-lived stage,
well before the calends
Shakespeare, the theatrical wizard,
confirmed this missing piece for us!
A non-blatant copy of the plagiarism
perpetrated disguised by
his abysmal talent...
Nothing is created, everything is copied
nothing new and so new
the genuine is old, ancient
everything comes from the one!
... ALEA JACTA EST
ready! AND DONE "
An American legendary comedian and actress
Now smiles on new stamp of USPS
A long-lived fellow born in Illinois
With perpetual charm and glamor, oh boy!
Betty Marion Ludden-- her real name
Her screen role and contributions brought her fame
First woman who produced the American national TV show
A sitcom star with various awards, still to mention below.
For almost seven decades on vast screen appearances
Brought world-wide entertainment, great happiness
From radio, starred on TV productions and variety shows
Game show host icon and on Emmys--winning awards snow!
Considered as Guinness World Record Holder
For Longest Career on Female TV Entertainer
An author of six books, some with audio, a talented writer
Her charity works advocated animal rights, so remarkable!
The howling wilderness reminds me of belated voices
ready to be heard, brewing in those once trapped in silence
A long lived message that is waiting to be told
for those who are ready to listen, ready to learn
A call as rare as a shooting star in the middle of the night
Important as the Northern Lights, colorful, meaningful
bringing life changing highlights to the path of life
The howling wilderness coming from natural instincts
Knowing just when the message will break the darkness of night
A release of imminent tension that unleashes the light
- good morning -
6/15/25
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
As soothing rays of the sun
Nurturing famished hearts with warmth
As keys to the essence of your soul
Unlocking golden secrets yet untold
As stirrings of a gentle but persistent wind
Generously caressing both lovers and friends
As welcoming as a long-lived tree
A familiar yet majestic thing of beauty
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
A New Society
Eras, centuries, and histories have disappeared
New social systems are emerging and disappearing
But it all disappears, is destroyed, is forgotten. Time is a killer
And a doctor. Doctor. The past can not feel the suffering of a fire
There is no perfect society. We can just create a better one than the last
I am a believer in the next, best, and long-lived super society
The Galactic Society. We are humans. We must be extraterrestrials
We climbed from the tree a long time ago. And we were expelled from Paradise
So, let’s go. We need, we must, and we will create a new super Galactic Paradise
New Society
Is it a dream?
Still
Now
Be kinder to the tree, they say
Don’t poke or prod or cut at it
Don’t try to break its branches
Don’t run up to attack it
Be kinder to the fish, they say
Be gentle with the guppies
If caught just let it swim away
Don’t try and fish for copies
Be kinder to the little guy
Be softer, like a mother
I know you’re meant for it, they say
Helped raise your younger brother
Oh but I won’t, Oh but I can’t
Don’t want to live the horrors
I choose to not participate
To not hand out disorders
Pass down our long-lived misery
Pass down all of our karma
I choose to be a butterfly
Not trapped in my own armor
And now my future is in halves
Two choices on the table
To birth a child, or to not
I choose to not be able
Elegy
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.”
-Rumi
Soil so dust to dust another loved lost,
Harvested soul now risen separated from its host.
Much needed rest an eager witness missing,
Long lived Lue Birder Grandma Lue,
Creek Blackfoot of such decent.
Native American African blood from Cameroon.
Tears of misunderstanding understood not to understand.
Miss guise until she was under the influent,
Her self is not here inside tis casket vision.
Her self has risen, nor has she died she’s risen.
Place not flowers beside nor atop of her;
She no longer can shell the aroma,
That that’s in the coffin just bones, that’s not Grandma.
Heaven sent, heaven scents blessedness we miss,
I look up I submit I smack smooch Kiss”….
Blow up onto heaven a Kiss,
Daddy Father God her presence I sore, truly miss.
Heaven blessed be at peace enjoy the fellowship and view
She’s not gone she’s just not here
Grandma Lue
8/24/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Toothless mouth, dying grey hair
Will never be my deepest fear.
Hunched shoulders, a third foot
Are not the shadows I dread.
Will my conscience serve me right
For the life I've lived?
The opportunities I let slip
Will they haunt me in old age?
I fear not living alone
But will I be remembered when I'm gone?
Will my name grace the list
When a male child is born?
My fear is never death
For I've long lived with failing health.
My fear is guilt consuming me—
How will I ease that burden?
Strides along the lonely road fearlessly
the foredoomed lily groans with pain needlessly.
We gaze at the dazzling
sunshine unremittingly.
We pour the unflagging
idea of bliss unhesitatingly.
To our claim he relinquished
by our prospect is relished.
The unflinching dove sings
His starlit heart never stings.
Our heedless world a main, long-lived agony
hopes for the generation of being sunny.
the Big Island
It is a big island about the size of France, for a long time this island has been asleep so peaceful lemurs jumped along the jungle floor to reach the next tree, before
trophy hunters came together with missionaries and the people looking for gold.
Madagascar was once part of a supercontinent bigger
than Russia, called Gondwana where the inhabitants spoke 4 languages which was needed when traveling
through a landmass that had lakes the size of the Mediterranean Sea.
For a long time, South Gondwana was like Florida a place for the rich and elderly to retire and served by the local population who lived in small huts to not block the sea view of the rich, and the wealthy as usual could not understand why they were hated.
Revolution came, the army had for too long lived on bacon skin and gone obese, spears and swords too heavy
The vast country broke up into many parts that drifted about and settled like we see on the map today
But the dream remains, the dream you can walk naked
among palm trees and not get bitten by snakes
Mount Jackson Mountain Mouse
Forever in your youth
As you scurry about, crevice to crumb
When will you know the truth
For the mountaintop where you reside
Is harsh as harsh can be
And those who dwell thereon must face
Its stark reality
Yet here you are alive, about!
Your daily tasks at hand
Unaffected by the grind
Of daily living at this clime
– It seems you’ve made your stand!
And made it suit you well, I'd say!
While we, we hikers – Summiteers!
Arriving with our daily bread
Fall into your grand design
– You do appear well fed!
Oh, Mount Jackson Mountain Mouse!
Though scruffy and showing wear
Of a life long-lived in the mountain air
However will you fare –
As well as you have fared, so far
And more, lasting on and on
Fondly in my memory
Long after you are gone
He smells the passion and perfume,
the mild and manic moments
of a young love.
Here comes a ragged flight of crows;
he squints in the cold sunlight.
Blue shadows glimmer and glint.
He has a lover in mind;
a dead one,
the crows carry her memory to him.
The aroma of deep red wine,
silk stockings discarded
yet still writhing and tangling.
The clumsy sincerity
of sexual pantomimes,
Tipsy lipreading's of arousal
utter their naked words,
glimmers sculpture
tantric passions into recollection.
He wonders
did any of this change -
the girl, the crows, the tidal musk,
the surfacing ebb and flow
the sense of it all?
Autumnal flares
restore a late warmth
to cooling images.
The long-lived
out run their dreams.
Ardor awakens once more
between scarlet lips.
It's a kindred, half-living
kind of being.
The seasoned
shelter such memories
under concealing crows feet,
or beneath
chameleon-lidded eyes.
A disastrous sunflower,
Poe is hour after hour
now studied the way a murder is
by Alfred Hitchcock or Sherlock Holmes
long-lived even in death,
he suffers in hell
through our eyes on the page
and our ears thereafter.
"The Tudor Rose, The Lion and The Sceptre of Light"
God bless
The Queen
Shield of Tudor Rose
and Lion rampant
the 3 of Lionheart,
guardant passant
Unicorn and azure harp
rose and thistle stand
with shamrock, connected
wars and battles
conflicted, a home
not seamless,
stands firm, apart
sanctuary is never easy
when grief is the price
we pay for love
duty bound
for Love,
of Her dominion
and Her people
Lion and Lamb
above all others,
at all cost, to self
constant Her
selfless shield of duty,
brave royal heart
arms never folding
outstretched
open wide apart
dieu et mon droit
"God and my right"
before Life, it starts
God bless
The Queen,
a life long lived
walking towards
Her sovereign,
now in sight
calls to Her
as if She
were a child,
halo crown
sceptre of Light
The Lion passant
her mighty Sovereign,
King and Lord,
now in her sight
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Queen Elizabeth II
(b. 21.4.26 - d. 8.9.22, 96Yrs)
Your years have been long and beautiful
You Ruled with Power and Might
Your majesty and your reign were not in question
Because God made you our greatest pride
Unfortunately, today you disappeared in the middle of the unknown
But forever, We your people will remember you Our Beloved Queen,
Queen Elizabeth, Long Lived Your Reign,
For you have delivered us from evil
And make us a family,
Although you left the throne
You will always live in our hearts
'Cause you swore to lead us with truth and integrity
Oh Dear Queen what you have done
But now you're gone
What a bitter pain
What an unpleasant reality
Our Beloved Queen is gone,
Together in unity,
We England honor your reign
The mother of our nation you were
The main soul of England
Forever your reign will be engraved
And celebrated for generations to come
Rest in Peace My Beloved Queen
England's Greatest Pride
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