Monday, February 12, 2018

Arlene Corwin writes

A Dangerous Place #1

Not new; the world
A risky place:
Too many schools of thought;
Their base defective.
Schools, which in themselves are seeking
Thought that knows thought’s ever-rules.

Kipling’s twain which never meet;
Krishna’s castes all separate;
Towers fall on Babel Street.
Not new.

Impossibility out there:
Worlds of danger everywhere;
Dangers that we can’t escape
Except by staying put
Content with parsnips.

A Dangerous Place #2

Two thousand four come/gone.
Two eighteen still anonymous.
Am I apocalyptic?
World the warmest since…forever.
Messiurs Putin, Trump and every nuclear dictator,
Arsenals as big as ever.

What we were afraid of then
Is now in multiples.
Viruses that won’t give up,
Fighting each development.
Small to middling large eruptions
Under, over, on the surface.
Coverings and dryings up;
Methane gas, folk that pass
Leaving matches in the grass;
Flarings unintentional.
My old bones susceptible
To substances and circumstance they never knew.
Nature duping us.
Boo hoo? Or ballyhoo?
Is there something new awaiting?
Something generating happiness,
Content with standing-stillness? Wellness?
Who can tell,
Things being as they are:
Not fine, with every sign
An indication
That we’re going in the wrong direction.

[A poem to show how the mind and thought broadens over time.  In this case 4 short years.]
PoliticsGQ by ToolKitten
 GQ Super Villains --Arthur Adams 


  1. In addition to uS president Donal trump and Russian president Vladimir Putin, the other super villains depicted are Kris Jenner (the fame-seeking mother of the Kardashian/Jenner family,the stars of one of the longest-running reality TV shows in history plus a number of family-based spinoffs), "Sepp" Blatter (the former president of the Fédération Internationale de Football Association who was removed on corruption charges), and Martin Shkrelli (imprisoned for securities fraud for activities involving his hedge fund MSMB Capital and biotechology firm Retrophin, but he gained widespread condemnation as head of Turing Parmaceuticals when he firm acquired an anti-malarial/antiparasitic drug and immediately raised the price from $13.50 per pill to $750 per pill).

  2. And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech. And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelt there. And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them throughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for morter. And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth. And the LORD came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded. And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech. So the LORD scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city. Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the LORD did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the LORD scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.
    — Genesis 11:1–9

  3. The Ballad of East and West

    Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
    Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
    But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
    When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth!
    Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side,
    And he has lifted the Colonel’s mare that is the Colonel’s pride:
    He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day,
    And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away.
    Then up and spoke the Colonel’s son that led a troop of the Guides:
    “Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?”
    Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar,
    “If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are.
    At dusk he harries the Abazai — at dawn he is into Bonair,
    But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare,
    So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a bird can fly,
    By the favor of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai,
    But if he be passed the Tongue of Jagai, right swiftly turn ye then,
    For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal’s men.
    There is rock to the left, and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
    And ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where never a man is seen.”
    The Colonel’s son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he,
    With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell, and the head of the gallows-tree.
    The Colonel’s son to the Fort has won, they bid him stay to eat —

  4. Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits not long at his meat.
    He ’s up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can fly,
    Till he was aware of his father’s mare in the gut of the Tongue of Jagai,
    Till he was aware of his father’s mare with Kamal upon her back,
    And when he could spy the white of her eye, he made the pistol crack.
    He has fired once, he has fired twice, but the whistling ball went wide.
    “Ye shoot like a soldier,” Kamal said. “Show now if ye can ride.”
    It’s up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown dust-devils go,
    The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the mare like a barren doe.
    The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above,
    But the red mare played with the snaffle-bars, as a maiden plays with a glove.
    There was rock to the left and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between,
    And thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho’ never a man was seen.
    They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn,
    The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn.
    The dun he fell at a water-course — in a woful heap fell he,
    And Kamal has turned the red mare back, and pulled the rider free.
    He has knocked the pistol out of his hand — small room was there to strive,
    “’T was only by favor of mine,” quoth he, “ye rode so long alive:
    There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clump of tree,
    But covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked on his knee.
    If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low,
    The little jackals that flee so fast, were feasting all in a row:
    If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have held it high,
    The kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly.”
    Lightly answered the Colonel’s son: — “Do good to bird and beast,
    But count who come for the broken meats before thou makest a feast.
    If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away,
    Belike the price of a jackal’s meal were more than a thief could pay.
    They will feed their horse on the standing crop, their men on the garnered grain,
    The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain.
    But if thou thinkest the price be fair, - thy brethren wait to sup,
    The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn, — howl, dog, and call them up!
    And if thou thinkest the price be high, in steer and gear and stack,
    Give me my father’s mare again, and I ’ll fight my own way back!”

  5. Kamal has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his feet.
    “No talk shall be of dogs,” said he, “when wolf and gray wolf meet.
    May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath;
    What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?”
    Lightly answered the Colonel’s son: “I hold by the blood of my clan:
    Take up the mare for my father’s gift — by God, she has carried a man!”
    The red mare ran to the Colonel’s son, and nuzzled against his breast,
    “We be two strong men,” said Kamal then, “but she loveth the younger best.
    So she shall go with a lifter’s dower, my turquoise-studded rein,
    My broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups twain.”
    The Colonel’s son a pistol drew and held it muzzle-end,
    “Ye have taken the one from a foe,” said he; “will ye take the mate from a friend?"
    “A gift for a gift,” said Kamal straight; “a limb for the risk of a limb.
    Thy father has sent his son to me, I’ll send my son to him!”
    With that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a mountain-crest —
    He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a lance in rest.
    “Now here is thy master,” Kamal said, “who leads a troop of the Guides,
    And thou must ride at his left side as shield on shoulder rides.
    Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed,
    Thy life is his — thy fate it is to guard him with thy head.
    So thou must eat the White Queen’s meat, and all her foes are thine,
    And thou must harry thy father’s hold for the peace of the border-line.
    And thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy way to power —
    Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am hanged in Peshawur.”

    They have looked each other between the eyes, and there they found no fault,
    They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on leavened bread and salt:
    They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod,
    On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Wondrous Names of God.
    The Colonel’s son he rides the mare and Kamal’s boy the dun,
    And two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there went forth but one.
    And when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full twenty swords flew clear —
    There was not a man but carried his feud with the blood of the mountaineer. 90
    “Ha’ done! ha’ done!” said the Colonel’s son. “Put up the steel at your sides!
    Last night ye had struck at a Border thief — to-night ’t is a man of the Guides!”

    Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the two shall meet,
    Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
    But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
    When two strong men stand face to face, tho’ they come from the ends of the earth.
    --Rudyard Kipling

  6. Oh, how Duane finds 'em! These 'supervillains' are the superest, villain-est bad guys ever painted to eptomize and encapsulate "A Dangerous Place" And that Corwin, she's caught it!


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