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THIRU-VALLUVAR discourses on the duties of the King's Ministers* in the THIRUK-KURAL: AMAICCHU - K633 and K635
[* In presentday context, read as Minister(s) of State, Secretary of State, Special Counselors in the government, etc.]
K633: piriththalum peenik* kolallum pirinththaarp
poruththalum vallathu amaichchu
[* peeni = to cherish; *amaichchu (manthiri) = minister of state]
A minister is he whose power can foes divide,
Attack more firmly friends, of severed ones can heal the breaches wide. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
The minister is one who can effect discord (among foes),maintain the good-will of his friends and restore to friendship those who have seceded (from him). (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
To set asunder foes and (yet) to cherish (them), to bring together (again) those gone astray are (among the) duties of the minister. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
K635: aranarinththu aantruamainththa* chollaanenj ñaantrum
thiranarinththaan theerththich* thunai
[*aantruamainththa = full, perfect, complete; theerththich = accurate knowledge]
The man who virtue knows, has use of wise and pleasant words,
With plans for every season apt, in counsel aid affords. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
He is the best helper (of the king) who understanding the duties, of the latter, is by his special learning, able to tender the fullest advice, and at all times conversant with the best method (of performing actions). (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
He who deviates not from virtuous conduct and is always eloquently able at imparting apt advice, employing means informed by accurate knowledge, serves as a staunch pillar holding up the realm. (Transl. T. Wignesan)
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Appreciation:
A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem.
THE GANGSTER
Through foreboding, whispering, wintery air
A woken Heron shrilly shrieks somewhere
Reflective iridescent gem in a gloomy stream
The gangster with a poetic heart dares to dream
A living testimony to deviates and lost souls.
Where seedy worth defines unsavoury roles.
Perceiving her as a quintessence work of art
Fantasising a new start could transform his path
But his formidable foe of unbeatable might
Silently rejects him from her soulless sight
Scheming secrets spill, in the ruthless thrill,
While Angels weep for innocents who sleep
Nearer to his mark, prey to her game
Shame, oh shame! Like a moth to the flame.
Though only murder glows in her beauteous glance
The man gambles chance at a shot at romance
The bar reeks of treachery and strife
Trust is sporadic in a gangster’s life
Romantic interchange in hidden codes
Not charmed by romance, a single shot explodes
In this world of corrupt nights, where the energy dips
Between Jack Daniels sips, those sensuous red lips
The Reaper is the dealer; Destiny seals
Every gangster bends to the very last deal
An Art film
Art films often "bear the marks of a distinctive visual style" and the authorial approach of the director. An art cinema film often refuses to provide a "readily answered conclusion", instead putting to the cinema viewer the task of thinking about "how is the story being told?
Maria Williams©2024
TRUE SELF
Then silence strikes and the urge to sequence words pushes harder
Pushing me harder to plate out my thoughts for the world to immerse into the original art that I bring before their eyes
I am none other than a true copy of my being
I am proud to present myself with actual uniqueness to the world out there
Uniqueness that unveils my talents.
I am none other than a true descendant of true Africans... Writing skills imparted on me by my ancestors
I present True aspects that urge the enemy to lure in vanity... lure in vanity for their wish for my fall shall never prosper...
Quantity, quality... is there any piece of art to describe the value of life contained in your body... when is it a lot? When is it little?
I separate the body and life for life never ends...it’s the body that ends
Life never ends…it just resides in places where no human eye can see.
Truthfulness to oneself, a quality that lacks in masses but never deviates ...it never deviates in value for you shall never go wrong in being true to yourself… trust in oneself.
My dexterity...my guide to humble beginnings, proceedings and endings
I am none other than a true descendant of exquisite minds...my ancestors
I write not in other form but in spirit...for the spirit know it all.
I write in higher state of mind for these are not my words...I am just a messenger for the departed…those in the land of peace…watching over us
Playing with words is my favourite game...for it gives me a sense of wholeness. It completes me I love me
I come in different forms for great spirits reside in me.
Never feel amazed when you see me sparkling more than the other days for I am diverse.
TRUE SELF
Then silence strikes and the urge to sequence words pushes harder
Pushing me harder to plate out my thoughts for the world to immerse into the original art that I bring before their eyes
I am none other than a true copy of my being
I am proud to present myself with actual uniqueness to the world out there
Uniqueness that unveils my talents.
I am none other than a true descendant of true Africans... Writing skills imparted on me by my ancestors
I present True aspects that urge the enemy to lure in vanity... lure in vanity for their wish for my fall shall never prosper...
Quantity, quality... is there any piece of art to describe the value of life contained in your body... when is it a lot? When is it little?
I separate the body and life for life never ends...it’s the body that ends
Life never ends…it just resides in places where no human eye can see.
Truthfulness to oneself, a quality that lacks in masses but never deviates ...it never deviates in value for you shall never go wrong in being true to yourself… trust in oneself.
My dexterity...my guide to humble beginnings, proceedings and endings
I am none other than a true descendant of exquisite minds...my ancestors
I write not in other form but in spirit...for the spirit know it all.
I write in higher state of mind for these are not my words...I am just a messenger for the departed…those in the land of peace…watching over us
Playing with words is my favourite game...for it gives me a sense of wholeness. It completes me I love me
I come in different forms for great spirits reside in me.
Never feel amazed when you see me sparkling more than the other days for I am diverse.
(Adventures In Geriatric Land)
Does your dentist have money for Porsche that you’ve lost?
Is the hair on your head now the color of frost?
Is the zip in your life only internet speed?
Do your savings accounts all too easily bleed?
Does your bladder evacuate slower than sound?
Do your friends all speak louder when you are around?
Is night driving more difficult due to the glare,
Do night road signs all seem that they’re needing repair?
Are closed captions de rigueur while watching TV,
Spicy foods mean you’re somewhere you don’t want to be?
Do you now find you look at each phone number twice,
Does it seem you’re less trusting of stranger's advice?
Does high fashion place second to comfort these days,
Shoes that tie seem they must be a teenager’s craze?
Does your body seem more like the shape of a pear,
Are there times you’re not sure if your feet are still there?
Does your nose know what septum that deviates means?
Do you find that you’re now not so jealous of teens?
Does your back really hurt at times, knees always ache?
Do you sometimes feel drowsy when life needs awake?
And do taxes now fill your whole body with dread
Are there days that you feel like you envy the dead?
Can you look at your life and still think it well spent?
Does it seem now that multitudes live in your tent?
Well if all this is true and you still greet the day,
If you don’t let the little things get in your way,
If you’ve learned to accept and you don’t fear the end
Then rejoice in arrival of mensch-hood my friend.
Brian Johnston
January 22, 2016
Time goes on and we
are left diverging from each other
left to our own paths
I am left here all alone
on a street that was once filled with familiar faces
but now it’s filled with foreign lives
I’m out of sync
words outside of harmony and beat
Living on a path imprinted with my singular feet
Where I am going?
Where have I been?
On this timeline that’s disconnected from everyone else
diverging further and further away
into my own world and own purpose: my own fate
I didn’t experience what I could of experienced with the others
now I experience alone as their dusty trails are fragmented and blown
and I feel like I am living in the past, missing out on being connected
connected and experiencing on the same wavelength with others
but I dine here alone
going through life long after others have lived it
Where is the meaning in lives that deviates away
that are only there with you for a moment then gone
gone with the day
leaving only but a memory
to shine in the night like a star
too far away to ever reach again
we separate and create
a world of blood and tears and family
ruling our own kingdoms
difference pulling us apart from the common thread we once shared
without time to be in two places at once…
People die and change
the details of life get transposed and rearranged
and priorities/importance/values are reordered
In our own world we stay
I was always an outcast
always diverging away from everyone else
but now it’s time to converse
to be apart of
to shape and gather from life into my own world
I’m cursed since I have a specialty that I can see,
X-ray vision is my power.
People often say one thing while doing another,
Preaching from their ivory tower.
“Man up!” we obeyed every command of our big English teacher,
The biggest introvert.
And he’d wear a bright red bra, invisible to all but me,
Under his blue striped business shirt.
“Live exactly by the bible in our great country”
Our priest would drill into us every Sunday.
And I could see his beautiful knickers he wore under his pants,
We all knew he was secretly gay.
And the local news anchor man loved to wear
His red garter belt beneath his black suit top.
I think it was the same brand my barber wore
When I got my hair cut at the local barber shop.
We all trust our local paramedic, saving our lives
When we are most in need of his care.
I can see he loves us dearly, loves to feel comfortable too,
With the silk stockings he chooses to wear.
And when we prosecute the deviates, whores, and filth
We entrust our judges in our courts.
Our local judge loves to prosecute wearing, beneath his gown,
Hot pink singlets and hot pink shorts.
And during his speeches, to our elected few,
About gays not marrying during his political reign.
He wears his G-string made of metal sequence,
The leader of our country looks sexy in chain.
I’m cursed since I have a special power I dare not tell anyone,
I have the power of x-ray vision.
It’s easy to see which men who say “don’t”, secretly “do”,
And which men need circumcision.
Control your mind and also your body
Or else you may land in many troubles
Both must be developed very strongly
They must contribute mutually always
At times mind will be very, very feeble
As it will be prone to bad enticement
At that juncture, body must decide
To protect mind by giving its denial
Vice versa will also take place surely
At that time, mind must dominate
And instruct body to be cautious
They like this must offer rescue
They must safeguard life skillfully
By pointing out possible pitfalls
They must not push soul to doom
Such an occasion must not arise
Using sagacity, if a soul ever functions
That life will be easily out of danger
As a result, peace will flood joyfully
Making that life always the happiest
Use wisdom at the right time wisely
Trust in the presence of the Almighty
Take to God all kinds of problems
And decide in consultation with Him
Adversity can be tackled via sagacity
Shrewd planning leads to sure bliss
Anything negative must be discouraged
Solution for troubles is this holy prayer
Whenever any thing happens to sadden
Or when mind deviates toward badness
Or when uncontrollably mind wavers
Here only we must exercise precaution
Our mind must be unaltered and certain
We must guide this World using will
Our aim must be to give to all peace
So we must live with a mission to help
Be serious and try to achieve your goal
Let thousand hurdles come to block
Mind must keenly concentrate and try
Then all impossibilities will vanish.
We're together in this, the fault is ours
withhold the explanation
we'll share the blame.
"Not in this life! my take is already on the billboard"
Now is the time to stick together
holding each other, sharing one umbrella
until this trying moment is over.
"No way! I'm definitely leaving the squad".
On the first sight of danger
and an unpleasant situation of horror.
'Forgive me! but I'm stepping backwards"
Persistence pays
refined is the product coming through thick and thin
be a risk taker and have guts.
"Please, I don't need the award".
Now is the time let's seize the moment
a fool is the person who kicks opportunities away.
"You go ahead, I'll do that afterwards"
It's all about sacrifices
subject yourself to undue limitations
for the benefit of your next generation.
"hell No! I'm definitely going overboard"
The battle may seem bigger
but you're more than capable
examine the challenge, but focus on your strength.
"Thank you! But I'm dropping my sword"
Be unique, be different
don't follow the crowd
be a trail blazer and a pace setter.
"So that I stand odd?"
On the road to glory and a monster appears
despite the capability to overcome
he deviates from going goalwards.
His achievements make neighbours bored
his fury towards strain makes him seem awkward
and his strong will becoming flatter than an Apple Keyboard
What a being! His excellency, Mr. Coward.
I look outside my window and see the leaves
Changing color, one by one trickling to the ground.
Fall.
It's in my grasp. My favorite season, the one I long for.
I take a deep breath. The crisp, cool, clean air tickles my nose.
I think back to when I was little, sitting in my grandma's kitchen, watching her bake.
The aroma of fresh apple pie wafting through the air.
My mind wanders off
To caramel apples with my mom.
The sweet, golden, caramel sticks to my lips
As the sour apple crunches in my mouth.
Then the image of a bonfire flashes into my mind.
Sitting with my sister on a teetering log,
Roasting marshmallows, watching them engulf in flames.
We bite into the s'more as the chocolate melts onto our bare hands.
My imagination deviates off to a hay ride.
The scratchy straw surrounds me
As I meander my way up through the maze of pumpkins.
All eyes are open to see who can spot the perfect one,
The one that we will take back home and make our own.
The once so near sight of summer has begun to fade.
Splashing waters have turned to cheering crowds at football games
And the giggles and screams
Of trick-or-treaters frolicking in the street.
My mind takes me back to reality,
And I look out my window once again.
Red, yellow, and orange hues flood my vision.
I can't help but smile
Because fall is finally here.