On March one, I posted a poem on "Invalid's Workshop" that had some import to me. I repeat it here: https://atrialinvader.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-on-summer-snowflake.html
Rain on Summer Snowflake flowers
Gathers through the hours -- yes,
We heard it on our backporch roof
But unless we go outside for proof,
We must pursue an indoor truth:
Divide by season, calendar days,
Moments where we must be --but
There are no fractions of infinity.
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It's been a week and there have been no comments.
This troubles me. I get used to feedback and value it. Maybe I got an enlarged hippocampus --like UK cab drivers "getting the knowledge"--a key memory region. Maybe an enlarged Broca'sRegion --associated with language (however prone to over-simplfication). However, me aside.
The essence of creativity is making connections and solving puzzles --enigmas. Creative bits of our minds must confront doubt and rejection. It leads to psychic pain, reducible by alcohol, drugs, etc.
Otherwise, we must consider Nucleus Accumbens, the core of the brain's reward center. It makes us feel good in response to booze, drugs, food, money, etc., drawing the brain to an apex of satisfaction. But we mustn't conclude without a solution:
There is a "clogged-brain cure.: 1/8 cup salt, 1/8cup baking soda, then vinegar down the...drain? Excuse me, I misread drain for brain. Don't you do that, like people did on the 2016 vote.
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It's the 10th now and I finally figured out the new and "improved" way to turn the damned address BLUE! --see 1st paragraph.
Seems to me if Google wanted a liberated forum of info they'd make it less baffling. I'll be seventy-twotin' years old this year and I know plenty goddamnit. Been making clickable blue links in text for a long time. Is Google trying to clear me out with needless complexities or is it a general thing targeting seniors? Does it upset us? Does it work? Hell no, we just go lie down and wake up with more intelligence than these dagnabbed whippersnappers ever imagined. Honestly, I'd rather have my dag nabbed than my whipper snapped --let's not even get into having one's hornswoggled-- but it's better than getting drygulched in the wild west. What was the question again?
Pretty flowers, a nice poem, and a good warning on brain drainage and the damage it can cause :)
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True, dear Jeff. Experience can be a great teacher --and sometimes a damned annoying one.
DeleteI did comment on this poem, dear Geo. I looked the next day to see your comments and saw that your poem had been removed. I am, however, having difficulties with my remarks not being published. Sometimes, I get a “Whoops, try again” message and other times it just vanishes into the unknown. For those who have comment moderator, I don’t know if it went or not until later. My frustration at my comments disappearing has led me to thoughts of throwing in the towel and saying au revoir to Blogger. Some days I can post a few and other days they all fail. I am hoping that this gets to you today
ReplyDeleteDear Arleen, I did revert that poem to draft for alliteration repairs on the 2nd or 3rd, so maybe your comment did indeed vanish into the unknown. I vanish into the unknown quite often. In retirement, it is popular recreation. If your lost comment is there, I'll be alert for it.
DeleteIn these times, we need to rely on all all of our senses to believe even the simplest of truths. We are being told that what we hear was mistaken and what we see is not real. Technology has blurred the lines and lies are alternate truths. Nature, though, still belies all that. The sound of a light rain on the roof is still one of the most lovely, calming sounds we are gifted.
ReplyDeleteKudos to Norma on her beautiful photo
You outdid yourself with “hippocampus”, dear Geo. I even had to look up the words that described that word. I always learn from you. However, that portion of my brain has shown signs of wear and tear and cannot always be relied on in the short term.
Dear Arleen. Very true what you say there. There is illusion and disillusion in many endeavors --annoying but navigable-- but when an exiting president spreads delusion for 4 years, then mob tantrums with mortality rates, it's clearly time to listen to Nature again, to rain on the roof, to peace within.
DeleteNorma appreciates your kind comment.
Re: Hippocampus. I went to orientation at one, but hippos' food, dormitory and bathroom needs were so different from mine, I decided on a human school. Left that one for other reasons --hippos got the better jobs etc.
Unless you removed it, that earlier post simply isn't there.
ReplyDeleteI love that photo and your poem. I could also do with a cure for my clogged brain.
Dear EC., I did not remove it, nor did I receive it, ergo I suspect a clogged (perhaps overwhelmed by internet activity) infrastructure. These are technologically challenged times. But I have run you thru what I learned from the hippopotamuses in my hippocampus. Drain-clog and brain-clog need a long stroll in deep waters. I believe we're doing that now.
DeleteThat post never came through my feed. Hmmm. That's probably why you didn't get comments.
ReplyDeleteDear Margaret, I believe you're right. Thank you!
DeleteI have commented on your blog. I noticed that my comments were not recorded on several that I follow. Must be a glitch on my part.
ReplyDeleteDear Emma, only if you sent them to Classmates.com, where I logged in 12 years ago as "Gene Glitch", foreign exchange student from Gondwanaland --a prehistoric landmass. I told them they chastened me for squatting barefoot on the cafeteria table eating beans with my hands, but forgave them. Pretty sure they kept me on their class census.
DeleteOh and I love that picture.
ReplyDeleteI've relayed your kind comment to the photographer. She thanks you, Emma, as do I.
DeleteA good poem and a lovely photo. Drain and brain. So many brains have been drained, leading to foolish, dangerous actions.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Dear Janie, Thank you from photographer and me. I agree, drain and brain ought to lead to comedy and recovery, not tragedy.
DeleteHello Geo., I have left a comment at your poetry blog.
ReplyDeleteAnd I have found it O_Jenny! I guess we're up and running again. Thank you!
DeleteIt is a perfect connection. I hear the rain on our deck and gurgling down the spouts and read your lovely poem of rain on the summer snowflake flowers The Normaphoto reminds me of an ice cream delight. A beautiful spring moment, transcending the California miles.
ReplyDeleteYou know, Tom, sometimes this State tries its very best to please us --and often, as in this case, succeeds.
DeleteI agree with the other commenters re: lovely photo accompanying a thoughtful poem. You always give me pleasure, Geo., and my cure for a clogged brain is to avoid overdosing on the news of the day. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteThanks, dear Bruce, from Norma and me. I will try your clogged-brain cure, a knowing cure from one who's been "On the loose".
DeleteNo use of writing comments on your blogs, I noticed that before cuz, u no, me has only THAT much time 4 u ... Sorry, guess, someone/ somebody doesn't want us to "click". Sending love, cat.
ReplyDeleteLovely Cat, wise counsel indeed. Cautions accorded and LOVE reciprocated. Let's click.
DeleteHi, Geo! I tried to find your March 1 post, but my browser says it no longer exists. Norma's photo is lovely. I hadn't heard of this flower before, but it reminds me of lily of the valley. And your poem is equally lovely, although it had me trying to come up with a fraction for infinity. All I could come up with was infinity divided by infinity, which would equal 1. But what that means, I don't know. Math makes my brain hurt ~ LOL. I'll just contemplate Norma's photo. Hugs to you, my friend!
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Blue, hugs appreciated. Have pondered your equation all my life and concluded an irrational quantity divided by itself equals one, but follows no other rules of math --only imagination.
DeleteThe photo!!
ReplyDeleteThe photo is Norma's. Outside I hear rain pelting the porch. All is right with the world,
DeleteDear Geo., me being guilty of not commenting either!
ReplyDeleteBut I have a good excuse - a real one: I am preparing a move - meaning I will stay in Berlin but add a little flat in Bavaria to have the possibility to be near my triplet-grandchildren whom I haven't seen for more than a year.
You are the very first friend in Blogland to whom I tell it - though the next days I will write about it in a post. I am so glad!
That is a beautiful photo of Summer Snowdrops - we call them Märzenbecher, meaning literally Cups of March.
Dear Britta, Märzenbecher (Luxembourgish?)is a beautifully accurate name for these little flowers. Speaking of little flowers, I too have not seen my grandchildren for some time. Have a happy move and happy visit. All best wishes.
Deletepreaching to the fukin' choir...before I started doing political memes I got tons of comments...now? maybe 10..people read them, steal them and move on.
ReplyDeleteDear Jackiesue, I've followed your excellent posteral gleanings for quite a while and am always lifted by your humorous accuracy. You make political and social unrest answerable to the best of human ethics and rationality --which I believe exists so long as there is humor and reason.
DeleteGeo, bless you my child...
DeleteMost kind.
DeleteMisread 'enigma' but an enima of clogged brain kind of makes sense... I have been lost in work and writing, with a bit of lockdown lethargy to kick off. Lately my posts, though admittedly infrequent, have lacked response too, not sure if I've altered something vital whilst playing with the new format, a possibility I will look into at some point. Anyway, at least we meet here, and there's flowers, and infinity :-)
ReplyDeleteDear Lisa, We may be slightly inconvenienced by by the rotundity of Earth but we'll always have this point of conference between flowers and infinity. Good thing,too! Solving enigmas can be quite relieving, even with a "g", which I long ago extracted for my name. --Love Geo.
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