Split Infinitives


PEACE?

Your War

on Everything

has got me thinking ANGRY

CRAZY MAD THOUGHTS

-imagesounds-

or maybe that’s the T.V.

Let me switch it off.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh…oot!

(Quiet ain’t that easy to come by. No!)

Silence is the siren far away,

conflict some other place,

poverty long ago.

But what about

way over there or

way back when

or someday, hopefully, in the near future

when heroes are those

who sit down long enough to

contemplate

PEACE?


TODAY

I wrote my whole life story

in pencil

so I could add new

words and insights

as I acquire them.

But the story is

so long now

and includes all the stories

I gotta write down

for everybody else

that you, dear,

are gonna have to

edit as you read

and, of course, add

YOURSELF!

–me


I Am City-Awakening

I am morning

letting go

of the dark quiet.

I’m the sudden dawning

on myself as if

I’m breaking daylight

into bite-sized morsels

and observing

how they become moments

of me.

I am listening

to songbirds

and bees humming

and faraway garbage trucks

and sirens

and the neighbor’s car alarm

I am city-awakening

and grumbling

and stretching. . .

and becoming aware that

I am up!


Blogalization: Collective Unconsious or Psychic Unity?

Today I was returning from the airport at 8:30, counting my lucky stars.  That is, recently I have had the good fortune to avoid car travel during the hours when the measure of collective blood pressure can be calibrated at every intersection.

Even the surface route was arterially clogged, so to speak, so I ambled down the alley.  Slow, but solitary.  Hmmm. . .I seem to remember this tucked-away enclave of apartments.  A flood of images:  stacks of unwashed dishes, piles of paintings waiting to be hung, string instruments lined along the walls.  A momentary aquaintance whose fleeting stint in my life was just as short-lived as his tenancy.

Back at home, I’m looking for a message in my inbox.  I find a comment from someone who has actually found this blog.  Oh yes, another forgotten, hidden space!

I hear that people make real connections while travelling the Intersphere.  It’s almost like suddenly making eye contact with another harried motorist and realizing that polite words might serve better than a honk.

I wonder, though, do activities such as blogging and surfing and chatting connect us to people, who are thinking the same thing at the same exact moment?  Or is it that we arrive on the psychic expressway, pushing and shoving, and as we search for a quiet, little lane we happen on the less traveled thought-way?  And what of people who aren’t logged on?  What about people who are tilling the earth, gazing across the Savanah, warring, striving, hungry or lost?  Are they also contributing to this great globalized communication among souls?

How many souls breathe in time with me?

Smooth, quiet inhalation.  Smooth, quiet exhalation.


Esperanto: Tongues Untied?

A recent conversation with friends raised the question, what ever happened to Esperanto? We have vowed to find out. Here we begin very modestly by posting the most succint of our online gleanings.

According to the Esperanto League for North America (ELNA), Inc.:
“Esperanto is a language designed to facilitate communication between people of different lands and cultures. It was first published in 1887 by Dr. L. L. Zamenhof (1859-1917), who used the pseudonym ‘Dr. Esperanto’, meaning ‘one who hopes’, and this is the name that stuck as the name of the language itself. Unlike national languages, Esperanto allows communication on an equal footing between people, with neither having the usual cultural advantage accruing to a native speaker. Esperanto is also considerably easier to learn than other languages, since its design is far simpler and more regular.”
Regarding the number of speakers, the ELNA said the following:

“The World Almanac, whose researchers actually conducted interviews with speakers, has estimated about two million speakers worldwide; Ethnologue, the database of the respected Summer Institute of Linguistics, proposes the same figure. This puts it numerically on a par with ‘minority’ languages like Icelandic and Estonian, though it is considerably better distributed over the world than these. Of course, unlike other languages, Esperanto is not the primary language for its speakers, although there are native speakers of Esperanto who learned to speak it (along with the local language) from their parents.”
Link to the Online Journal in Esperanto


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