“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
A perfect comic from Existential Comics – #633 – Aristotle on Democracy
Written after reading this article at Smarter Brain Insider
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Inspired by the various border wars around the world and copying the syllable count from a previously published poem by Matthew Maitland, including the borrowing of the final stanza. The poem has since been made unavailable.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Decades rush towards
an ever distant double-o.
Crossing off the milestones
one by one
we find less to celebrate.
And when lids finally close,
eyes open to a new world
with a big 'Oh!'
"That's what it all meant."
Destined to write poetry forever
next to Wilfred, Walt and William,
like old friends.
Written for dVerse – Launch and these thoughts came to me after reading Henry Rousseau’s tombstone epitaph, written by poet Guillaume Apollinaire:
“We salute you Gentle Rousseau you can hear us
Delaunay, his wife, Monsieur Queval and myself
Let our luggage pass duty free through the gates of heaven
We will bring you brushes, paints and canvas
That you may spend your sacred leisure in the
light and truth of painting
As you once did my portrait facing the stars, lion and the gypsy”
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Written for dVerse Quadrille #252 – care
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
The cell door opens, but no light comes through,
just a guard's fist and a dog's snapping jaw.
Thirty-three years of this, though changing too,
the blocks where guards once kept a fragile law.
They took the books, the mirrors, the hotplate,
removed our blankets for a single sheet.
Toothbrushes replaced with ones short and straight,
walking our laps without shoes on our feet.
Still touching hope when the radio plays
Abeer Nehme for three minutes a day.
Then I feel human, despite the malaise,
as Gaza burns a hundred miles away.
They ask,
"Why don't you just die?"
The guards sneer.
I'm still here.
I'm still here.
I'm still here.
Inspired by the titular article by Nasser Abu Srour at Equator magazine about life as a Palestinian inside Israeli prisons.
“I have decided to write because things do not find existence outside the borders of language, not even genocide. I must write about the slaughter in Gaza; about its famished men, women and children; about its drowned sea and about its ability to rise again; about the world’s indifference to what has happened there and what is still happening there; about how the major powers barely even acknowledge this crime. I must write about Palestinian prisoners, because a war is still being waged against them; the Israeli prison authorities have not yet declared a ‘ceasefire’.”
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Spoons still clatter each morning,
amongst the rebar and dusted bread.
Idle chatter around the fallen awning,
auntie still insists we make the bed.
But first, we must wash the dishes,
perhaps there will be time to play.
Even knowing worse, unspoken wishes,
it’s another day off school today
No reception from the satellite,
let’s make do with our imagination.
This inception of al fresco light
shall become our new foundation.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Inspired by Colleen’s comment on my old poem ‘Ten To’
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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