A strange complaint is that of being alive,
Of breathing, eating, sleeping,taking walks
When our loved one has gone, yet we survive

When will the will to live once more revive?
And depressive darkness stop its winding stalks
A strange complaint, we hate to be alive.

Of touch and affect we are long deprived.
With empty bottles, rattle  silver forks
When our loved one has gone, yet we survive

What loving kindness makes us wish to strive?
What black interior hole cannot be corked?
A strange complaint is that of being alive.

Should we not be thankful for our lives?
This is hopeless if it is just thought
When our loved one has gone, yet we survive

Is a life of solitude too fraught?
Are there no companions in talk?
A strange complaint is that of being alive,
When our loved one has gone,  shall we survive?

The spring is turning into summer cool.
The talk is of elections and of votes
In politics, hot venom seems to rule

Where is he, the long  lost holy fool
What  is it his absence now denotes
The spring is turning into summer cool.

I see the pansies, purple as my jewels
The cat has shed his heavy winter coat
In politics, hot venom seems to rule

I  find the candidates talk long and cruel
The rich are pandered to  like holy goats
The spring is turning into summer cool.

The lack of choice and principle adds fuel.
For Syrian,s life is hell, it’s not remote
For  warmongers, hot venom seems to rule

 

For any point of view, there is a quote.
I have many cruel to annotate.
The heart evaporates  as devils brawl
In politics, hot venom  torments  all

 

Random apples
Fall silently
On unknown Newtons

The ratio of  radius  so clear
And circumference which is  all round
The circle I once loved and feared

This measure  is not any integer
Nor a ratio of two, which might be sound
It is no number in my algebra.

What can  it be that caused the Greeks despair
That sent their mathematics underground?
A number with address and haughty air.

Did they say to God, it is unfair
We all go round and round and round and round
This problem sends  us  into quiet despair

But God themself hides in such lairs
He or  she is found on holy ground
We must seek  the truth with our mind’s nwares

God  has complex motives, numbers’ ground
She likes to  tease and zero has been learned
Oh , the line of  radii so dear, so near
Of the circles I  did so much revere

I found so severe.
The ground now upward rears
God  has never cared
I gave asylum shared

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-travis-bradberry/14-psychological-forces-t_b_9752132.html

This is a very interesting article

 

 

“Given the right circumstances, good people can get caught up in some very bad things. More often than not, psychology is to blame.

When it comes to unethical behavior, good people don’t tend to go right off the deep end like Bernie Madoff or Kenneth Lay. Rather, the mind plays tricks on them, pushing them down the slippery slope of questionable behavior.

“Integrity is doing the right thing, even when no one is watching.”
-C. S. Lewis

Dr. Muel Kaptein, Professor of Business Ethics and Integrity Management at the Rotterdam School of Management, has studied bad behavior for decades. A study he recently published sheds considerable light on what motivates good people to do bad things.

What follows are 14 of Dr. Kaptein’s most compelling findings into how the mind tricks good people into losing their moral compass and going astray.

The compensation effect. The compensation effect refers to the tendency for people to assume they accumulate moral capital. We use good deeds to balance out bad deeds, or alternately, we give ourselves breaks from goodness, like a piece of chocolate after a week of salads. This makes people more inclined to do bad things under the guise of “I’m a good person” or “It’s just this one thing.”

The power of names. What you name something is important, as it can skew people’s sense of reality. If companies assign unethical practices simple and humorous euphemisms (like “financial engineering” for accounting fraud), employees are less likely to take their unethical behavior seriously. Thomas Watson, the founder of IBM, was famous for saying, “Doing business is a game, the greatest game in the world if you know how to play it.” Something as simple as calling business a game can make people less likely to see that their actions have serious, real-world consequences.

Cognitive dissonance. Cognitive dissonance is the discomfort humans feel when they hold two contradictory opinions or their behavior is inconsistent with their beliefs. It’s one of the strongest psychological forces driving human behavior, and it can be overcome with a high EQ. When people who feel they are good do bad things, cognitive dissonance makes them ignore this behavior because they can’t tolerate the inconsistency between their behavior and their beliefs.”……. see link

http://thetedhughessociety.org/poetryinthemaking/

 

“Poetry in the Making is not a fusty pedagogical treatise on prosody but an attempt to inspire and guide the young “to more purposeful efforts in their own writing” [2].  Hughes insists that a course of creative writing should not teach “How to write” but “How to try to say what you really mean” [3].  His emphasis in Poetry in the Making is not on learning the formal “manners” of poetry but on developing the writer’s imagination and his discipline and courage to engage with and capture his own thoughts and feelings.  For Hughes, the most important artists are the inspired visionaries not the craftsmen.

Hughes draws on his own writing experiences throughout Poetry in the Making, describing, for example, the evolution of ‘Thought Fox’, and so the book offers an overview of the author’s poetics, his preoccupations, and his ideas about the creative imagination and the function of art.  He believed that all true art was the unmediated expression of the artist’s hidden, inner self which is “the voice of what is neglected or forbidden” [4].  He warned that “to live removed from this inner universe of experience is also to live removed from ourself, banished from ourself and our real life”[5]  So, for Hughes, the purpose of art is revelatory and therapeutic; in allowing the inner-life to speak, in articulating its demands, the writer heals himself. “

Numbers transcendental fill my mind
I dream of them in glowing letters gold
Logarithms help me  when  my love’s declined

Who can do the work, to seek, to find?
Pi , the first, in Temple was deployed
Numbers transcendental fill my mind

Numbers like black coal we sometimes mine
Digging through the layers to find  and hold
Logarithms help me  when  my love’s declined

When I’m  sad , I like geometry’s lines
The shapes of ellipse, circle perfect, cold
Numbers transcendental fill my mind

As we progress , numbers seem divine
Their merits to the mind are undersold
Logarithms help me  when  my love’s declined

Take a pen and let your hand be bold
Draw a comic  section , be cajoled
Numbers transcendental  stole my mind
Logarithms help me  when  my love’s refined