Comment 1 of 1, added on May 17th, 2012 at 12:48 PM.
ascension
May 17, 2012 !!!
"The moon is almost full", some line on I Ching translation. Could not be
other way 39 days after easter in the AD/BC calendar so civilly accepted by
Accounting Science all over. Medicine no longer addheres to such gregorian
daily math.
In fact I was looking for a comment on the poem above and I find myself in
a drive to post a first comment. From Lisbon, Portugal. It takes a lot of
"gall", I mean bold and naughty daring.
A bore? But in Portugal the day is also Spike Day, for the ear acorn...On
the streets of Lisbon there are maids selling - or late in the day giving
away - nosegays, tight with poppies, daysies, acorns, olive branch and
more. To carry home and keep behind the door until the next one comes
yearly. I have one too, dried stiff, archeological from some years back...
Anyway the spike does not ascend at all but goes up very proud and upright
this time of the northern hemisphere year...As saying: look how ascensional
I am until the sky makes me give a fruit and bend down in the Summer
days...
When big gas balloons were carrying men up and away there was she to
capture the metaphore in the moment of release from soaring Residence.
Alas, Alas, Alas...
Now there are soaring spikes shooting up the skies, tele-radio-missiles of
eye and science, big banging all over dimensions, but no poet or metaphore
on release around the bold and courageous trepidation.
A wish, if I may: Let it not be the end of the daisies.
Jesus indignation - I plead - to have mercy on me on the ashes.
victor from
Portugal
May 17, 2012 !!!
"The moon is almost full", some line on I Ching translation. Could not be
other way 39 days after easter in the AD/BC calendar so civilly accepted by
Accounting Science all over. Medicine no longer addheres to such gregorian
daily math.
In fact I was looking for a comment on the poem above and I find myself in
a drive to post a first comment. From Lisbon, Portugal. It takes a lot of
"gall", I mean bold and naughty daring.
A bore? But in Portugal the day is also Spike Day, for the ear acorn...On
the streets of Lisbon there are maids selling - or late in the day giving
away - nosegays, tight with poppies, daysies, acorns, olive branch and
more. To carry home and keep behind the door until the next one comes
yearly. I have one too, dried stiff, archeological from some years back...
Anyway the spike does not ascend at all but goes up very proud and upright
this time of the northern hemisphere year...As saying: look how ascensional
I am until the sky makes me give a fruit and bend down in the Summer
days...
When big gas balloons were carrying men up and away there was she to
capture the metaphore in the moment of release from soaring Residence.
Alas, Alas, Alas...
Now there are soaring spikes shooting up the skies, tele-radio-missiles of
eye and science, big banging all over dimensions, but no poet or metaphore
on release around the bold and courageous trepidation.
A wish, if I may: Let it not be the end of the daisies.
Jesus indignation - I plead - to have mercy on me on the ashes.
victor from Portugal