We shunned the warmth of the fire
And sat in the warmth of each other
With legs in laps
And kneecaps in hands
And sands of the earth upon us
We three
(And more)
We traveling companions
Went forth to find wonder
Among our mingling souls
Monday, March 30, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Changing Worlds
I have fed my final quarters to the clothes dryer's mouth.
I have scarfed my last bits of avocado sushi.
I have sung my last operatic duet to a roomful of gawking fourth graders.
I have squeezed a few more words from my Sikh dabbling.
I have watched my final sun sink behind the mountain.
I have scaled said mountain and reveled in the holiness of stars and friends.
I have donned a tuxedo and pranced happily through the courtyard.
I have held her precious body close to mine for one last time.
("we are silly creatures aren't we?")
I have gone.
I come.
I have scarfed my last bits of avocado sushi.
I have sung my last operatic duet to a roomful of gawking fourth graders.
I have squeezed a few more words from my Sikh dabbling.
I have watched my final sun sink behind the mountain.
I have scaled said mountain and reveled in the holiness of stars and friends.
I have donned a tuxedo and pranced happily through the courtyard.
I have held her precious body close to mine for one last time.
("we are silly creatures aren't we?")
I have gone.
I come.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
from the Tao Te Ching, XLIX
The Sage has no heart of his own;
He uses the heart of the people as his heart.
Of the good man I approve,
But of the bad I also approve,
And thus he gets goodness.
The truthful man I believe, but the liar I also believe,
And thus he gets truthfulness.
The Sage, in his dealings with the world, seems like one dazed with fright;
For the world's sake he dulls his wits.
The Hundred Families all the time strain their eyes and ears,
The Sage all the time sees and hears no more than an infant sees and hears.
He uses the heart of the people as his heart.
Of the good man I approve,
But of the bad I also approve,
And thus he gets goodness.
The truthful man I believe, but the liar I also believe,
And thus he gets truthfulness.
The Sage, in his dealings with the world, seems like one dazed with fright;
For the world's sake he dulls his wits.
The Hundred Families all the time strain their eyes and ears,
The Sage all the time sees and hears no more than an infant sees and hears.
from The Communist Manifesto
. . . the theory of the Communists may be summed up in a single sentence: Abolition of private property.
. . .
You are horrified at our intending to do away with private property. But in your existing society, private property is already done away with for nine-tenths of the population; its existence for the few is solely due to its nonexistence in the hands of those nine-tenths.
. . .
It has been objected, that upon the abolition of private property all work will cease, and universal laziness will overtake us. According to this, bourgeois society ought long ago to have gone to the dogs through sheer idleness; for those of its members who work, acquire nothing, and those who acquire anything, do not work. . . .
. . .
You are horrified at our intending to do away with private property. But in your existing society, private property is already done away with for nine-tenths of the population; its existence for the few is solely due to its nonexistence in the hands of those nine-tenths.
. . .
It has been objected, that upon the abolition of private property all work will cease, and universal laziness will overtake us. According to this, bourgeois society ought long ago to have gone to the dogs through sheer idleness; for those of its members who work, acquire nothing, and those who acquire anything, do not work. . . .
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