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Friday, January 17, 2020

Sweet fragrant coffee...


Sweet fragrant coffee…

Sweet fragrant coffee, you fill me with delight,
You sharpen my hearing, focus my sight,
Waken taste and smell with rich, deep notes…
You uplift my heart, quicken my feeling!
Just do not invade my sleep and dreaming.



Sweet fragrant coffee,...













...you fill me with delight...

Thursday, January 9, 2020

Milestone


MILESTONE

As of January 9, 2020, my poetry blog has received over 50,000 visits from outside the Philippines. I consider it a milestone of sorts.

While most visits are from the U.S., they include practically all countries from all continents except those from Africa. There are no visits from Antarctica.

Countries that as of this time have not visited my poetry blog include the likes of Libya, Mali, Botswana, and Eritrea.

On the other hand, I have received visits from countries as culturally and geographically remote as Estonia, Hungary, Ethiopia, and Uganda.

Surprisingly, Russia, a non-English speaking country, ranks second in total visits, excluding the Philippines. 

Mainland China, despite its population of 1.4 billion, originates a very small number of visits.

Although visits from the Philippines readily number over 23,000, this total includes my own visits. Total visits from the Philippines excluding my own visits I would estimate at about 15,000.



Philippine Highway Marker

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Ancient History


ANCIENT HISTORY

The Egyptians invented toothpaste, consisting of ashes, burnt eggshells, and ground ox hoofs. At the time the most popular brand was Toothankhamun.

The Sumerians originated the cuneiform system of writing. When asked why they didn’t use sheepskin or papyrus, or chisel hieroglyphs into limestone or sandstone, they said that pressing a stylus was the best way to make a point.

The Book of Exodus tells us that Moses was so enraged when he beheld the golden idol of the Israelites that he burned it in fire, ground it into powder, mixed it with water, and forced the people to drink it, which caused asthma attacks all around. This incident is remembered today by Jews as “The Golden Cough.”

The Assyrians are notable in history for building a great empire, but if you look closely at their images in bas-relief, their real legacy to humanity are their hair curlers.

According to archaeologists, the legendary Tower of Babel is located in the city of Babylon. In the legend the people who built the Tower of Babel couldn’t understand each other, and no, the Babylonians didn’t invent politics.

The Persians loved honesty, and they loved wine because drinking it made the drinker tell the truth, but it didn’t work if they were snoring.

The Chinese invented chopsticks when they discovered it was easier to pick up pork spare ribs with two sticks than to stab it with one.

Confucius is considered the greatest sage of traditional China. When he purportedly said, “It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop,” he was not talking about breakfast.

Hinduism, the oldest religion in the world, developed in India. Hindus believe that all religions that cultivate a virtuous life lead to the Ultimate Reality or what some call God, so Hindus have no beef with most other religions.

Buddha discovered that suffering is caused not by desire but rather by sitting down for long periods of time under a Bodhi tree, in his case for nearly two months. Once he decided to stop sitting around and do something constructive, he came to be known as the Enlightened One.

Greek physicians would diagnose their patients by tasting their ear wax. Needless to say, medical school enrollments jumped after this practice was discontinued.

Reportedly, Plato believed in reincarnation. He recollected that in his past life he had been a dog, and when asked what it was like, he said, “Rough, rough.”

Aristotle said that the purpose of watching a Greek tragedy is katharsis or purgation of emotions, resulting in cleansing and renewal. Reason the audience suffered emotional distress was because they had to endure hard stone seats and popcorn was never served.

The Romans who used public toilets to relieve themselves would clean up by passing around a shared sponge mounted on a stick and rinsed with salt water. Tourists, learning of this practice, didn’t as the Romans do.

Paul the Apostle was not very successful evangelizing the Persians. They read his letters and said, “It sounds like Greek to me.”



Assyrian Bas-Relief

Consciousness of Time


CONSCIOUSNESS OF TIME

The sun wakes, bright as childhood.
Night sleeps, mountain shadows.
Seasons hurry, traveling rain.
Time ends, fragrance of fresh linen.



Mountain Shadows

I love to listen to your resonant chimes...


I love to listen to your resonant chimes…

I love to listen to your resonant chimes,
Echoing, full, round,
Collecting clear musical pools,
Bright waterfalls of sound.

I love to hear your brilliant bells
Singing, mountain stream,
Flowing concourse of luminous notes
Arranged to a liquid theme.

I love to hear your hammers strike,
Ripples across a lake.
If clock is water, water is life—
Reminder I am still awake.



Palace of Westminster Clock Face

The Clock


THE CLOCK

We divide the clock
Into pie segments
To show, self-indulgently,
We are masters of time.
 
Serving up plates, we
Apportion hours a la carte,
Spearing minutes with a fork.
Wistfully, we sip on seconds.
 
We park our legs high
On a chair, lean back,
Saying, this year I will do this,
Next year that.
 
But time yields to no master:
Heedless brute, it is an
Inexorable mule,
Spinning sun, ruthless.
 
Only a cosmic force,
Colossal as stars collapsing,
Warping space like plastic
Has the arm to rein in time,
 
Rearing neighing stallion,
Bull kept at bay.
Time answers to no one.
We answer to time.
 
Already it holds us
On a leash, shortening:
We strain forward;
It pulls us in.
 
Helpless fish,
We must forsake fruit
Just beyond our reach.
And we are bound to tell time
 
Our narrative when it ends.
Now the clock strikes:
Bells ring, sonorous,
Pure as childhood,
 
Shining as youth,
Florid as love,
Consummate as wisdom
…the spring runs out.



Grandfather Clock Face

Irony


IRONY

Darkness is luminous:
It bends as light.
Day is over:
It rises with night.

A clock is a statue;
A desert, a lake.
Sorrow is joy;
A festival, a wake.

The moon is the sun;
The universe, a box;
Truth, appearance;
Reality, paradox.



Collective Invention (1934) by Rene Magritte