Poetry : Jesus sings the Blues

Poetry: The Story So Far

I am climbing the spiral staircase

Winding  dancing into the sky

Treading the steeply rising steps  

Inside an Archimedes timescrew

Drawing up my thinking blood and tears

Lifting up the river quietly flowing by.

Each step mirroring past and future

The twisting turning of the DNA

Shining, Immaculate, perfect,

Inside and outside me

The spiral staircases

Winding, dancing through my body

Winding dancing into the sky.

--

Richard Posner

https://richardprism.blogspot.com/

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Commentary: The Death Throes of Old White America

Dear Old Whites,

It is happening in plain sight. This being America, the words blatant, in-your-face,crude, self-justified, self-absorbed, narcissistic and defiant come to mind. Not much subtlety or room for doubt. And when struggle turns to death throes, the obviousness of it all becomes even more clear. There are advantages to this.

Poetry: The Riven Tree

Poetry: Monkey (3)

An Ode to Enjoy

Commentary: What Can Save Us

I have argued before that nations cannot save us, even when they cooperate or form international agencies.My belief is that only grass-roots or ad hoc transnational organizations  can form and become effective in the very short timescales that we have to operate in. Even when a nation, whether authoritarian or democratic, is capable of rapid adaptation or change within its own boundaries, although even this can be very difficult,  as soon as the international dimension comes into play, the rigidities and delays become dangerous in our present circumstances. 

Poetry : 2023 - We used to name the storms

Poetry : Good Intentions