By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
a flaw in the colour green
a red spot like a blood spatter
the first time…
the last performance
the falling cicada
a grain of dust a cloud
rolling down one’s cheek a shard of glass in light of dusk
a time of age
a frog croaking way too loud
a regretful peeling chafing
burning on the face of poetry
một vết nhơ của màu xanh lá cây
một vết đỏ như máu chảy
lần đầu tiên…
một đêm diễn cuối cùng
một con ve sầu rơi xuống
một hạt bụi một đám mây
lúc hoàng hôn giọt thủy tinh lăn trên má
một tuổi già
một con ếch kêu vang to quá
một vỏ trấu xót xa
cháy xém lên gương mặt của thơ…
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 88
A lonely walk across the old graveyard
With silent bones resting beneath the ground
Forgotten souls, no floral calling cards
The lives lived lost to the darkness of time
When history I know was here and now
Of Victorian streets coated in grime
And Shire horses powered the farmer’s plough
I ask has the world improved anyhow
Has living really changed in all that time
When it is love that makes the world go round
The power of love that will never change
And then and as now the living gets hard
The ways and hows have a different range
But the feelings of love, they are not strange
Friends of Padre Steve’s World,
Today marks the end of the most malevolent, evil, and incompetent American Presidential administration in history and the worst President who ever served. James Buchanan, Andrew Johnson, Richard Nixon and Herbert Hoover must be breathing undead sighs of relief in their graves as Trump vaults over them all to claim the title of the worst, most malevolent, incompetent and evil man ever to hold the office. Their spirits might even be dancing on their graves in celebration tonight. I wonder what they are drinking, but I digress.
Even though he has less than twelve hours left in office he has been preparing a list of pardons, attempting to declassify documents related to the FBI’s investigation of his campaigns ties and connections with Russia in 2015 and 2016, and even discussing splitting the Republican Party by forming a new Party which he wants to name the
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Another blog from my angry side.
I don’t want to “reach out” to the loser Trump voters. I don’t want to “become friends” again. I don’t want to try to “understand” their pain or sorrow or any of that sh*t. Honestly, f#ck that sh*t.
I’m tired of people talking to me like I’m the idiot when they don’t even have a high-school diploma & I have two college degrees & the only thing that kept me from getting more education was a lack of money. I would have started auditing classes this fall, since I turned sixty this year but COVID f#cked up those plans. I LOVE to learn. I read ALL the time. But some people think that’s a sign of … I don’t know what. Nerdism or something. Oh, I guess I’m just not one of the cool kids.
I love this Isaas Asimov quote. I meet people all the time who insist that…
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I will never stop missing him or this band! THE BEST.
The Clockwork Angels Tour Concert in Buffalo, NY October 26 2012 was probably the best concert I ever attended.
The band Rush has a huge fan base at home in Canada and around the world, but despite having a big appreciation for their musicianship, I’ve never counted myself among them. (Please don’t @ me.) In reading Brian Hiatt‘s moving Rolling Stone retrospective in which family, friends, and bandmates remember the late Neil Peart, Rush’s drummer, I learned a lot that deepened my respect for the band, and for Peart in particular. A year ago, Peart died from glioblastoma, the same form of brain cancer that took another important Canadian musician, Gord Downie.
While Peart was a prolific reader who used his tour downtime to “fill the gaps in his education,” what struck me most was the student mindset he brought to the drums, despite being widely recognized as a virtuoso.
Before band rehearsals for Rush tours, he’d practice on his own for weeks to ensure he…
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A must-read. Great timeline.
Before I begin, I want to reiterate how profound the events of Jan. 6th, 2021 at the Capitol building portray the United States to the rest of the world, i.e. what a “Constitutional Republic/Democracy” looks like today. Those disturbing events at/inside the Capitol also show after one week how grossly insufficient our legal response to those terrorist attackers has been.
The necessary precedent is NOT being cemented and as a consequence tells our enemies and doubters, both foreign and domestic, that violent insurrection (ala Venezuela, Haiti, Honduras, or El Salvador) is apparently okay when it occurs again in the future at any of our national landmarks of Constitutional democracy to be assaulted and defaced. It also tells current or future American enemies that if you do not like our way of life, liberty, freedom, governing, and free democratic elections of a Republic’s officials and supporting institutions by…
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Like all bookworms, I love collections of books. One of the collections I own is the 11-book set, “The Story of Civilization” by Will and Ariel Durant. This collection was originally my parents’ & I read the entire set when I was in my teens. Some of the books I read more than once.
The one with the blue cover is “The Age of Louis XIV”. My mother loaned the original to someone & never got it back, so I ordered another copy from Thriftbooks.com.
According to Wikipedia, the Durants had left behind notes for a twelfth volume to be called “The Age of Darwin” and had plans for a thirteenth one called “The Age of Einstein”, which would have taken “The Age of Civilization” to the end of 1945. But death claimed them – Will was in his 90’s and Ariel in her 80’s – before this could be done.
I am reading the series in order. Right now, I am the first third of “The Age of Faith”. This is one of the larger volumes. The Durants cover history, religion, music, art, fashion, sexuality – all aspects of culture. The prose flows along easily & within a short while, a large amount of text is read without even noticing the pages being turned.
I usually read a chapter or two while I have my lunch.
There’s nothing like a luscious clam chowder & homemade biscuits & a hot cup of tea to enjoy while reading a great book of history on a cold winter’s day!
all photographs © polly macdavid
A good read for a snowy morning.
There is a joke that circulates among mental health professionals. Why do only 26% of people have a diagnosable mental disorder? Because the other 74% haven’t been diagnosed yet.
We are all psychologically dysfunctional in some way. “Mental illnesses are so common that almost everyone will develop at least one diagnosable mental disorder at some point in their life” (Scientific American).
Why do we treat the mentally ill with contempt, trepidation, and ridicule? We are hard-wired to fear and isolate mental illness, and we have been misinformed by history and the disease model of mental health. There are four common misconceptions about psychological dysfunctions. They are (1) abnormal and selective, (2) consequence of behavior, (3) solely mental, and (4) psychotic.
Let us deconstruct these misconceptions, beginning with the latter.
A dysfunctional person is psychotic.
There are two degrees of mental disorder: neuroses and psychoses…
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