The Rhythm of Life.

50 Hertz.
The rhythm of my life is 50 Hertz.
The computer chatters at 50 Hz, the modem squeals softly at 50 Hz.
The TV and the monitors sparkle at 50 Hz, the speakers moan at 50 Hz.
The washing machine chugs at 50 Hz, the fridge simpers at 50 Hz.
The lights flicker and mutter at 50 Hz, the amps little drone is 50 Hz.
The transformer on the power pole buzzes at 50 Hz while the street lights keep time.
The rhythm of my electrified life is a constant 50 Hz,
and the natural world has the silence.

Functionalist definition of religion.

“Some scholarship assumes a “functionalist” definition of religion, where religion is identified not by doctrines, such as belief in God or gods, but by the way it actually functions in a society. Ideologies and institutions that provide an overarching symbol system of the meaning and end of human life are considered religions by functionalists.”

Materialism to ponder.

I have just happened upon this point of view.

“If materialism is all there is then the current state of our brain chemistry is simply the result of the prior state of our brain chemistry. Your ‘choices’ are not real choices, they’re just chemical reactions within your brain that you have no control over.”

Hmmmmm. There is always plenty to think about.

My favorite Bible reading.

From the Book of Samuel:

Saul replied, “Say to David, ‘The king wants no other price for the bride than a hundred Philistine foreskins, to take revenge on his enemies.’” Saul’s plan was to have David fall by the hands of the Philistines.

When the attendants told David these things, he was pleased to become the king’s son-in-law. So before the allotted time elapsed, David took his men with him and went out and killed two hundred Philistines and brought back their foreskins. They counted out the full number to the king so that David might become the king’s son-in-law. Then Saul gave him his daughter Michal in marriage.

Hatred, scheming, revenge, mass murder, posthumous circumcision, the Bride’s price. There is just so much to like about this incident. I think of this passage whenever fanatics are talking about the Bible as the basis of their faith! The mental picture of David counting out the bag full of bloodied foreskins in front of King Saul is a real treat.

Anzac Day (my Soldier)

Digger
De guerre.

My grandfather fought in France
He was wounded,
Yes wounded,
(my Soldier).
His name’s on a plaque
beneath a tree in the Avenue
of Honour near Wendouree,
(my Soldier).

His brother,
my great uncle
fought alongside
him and died,
(my soldier):
He was buried in France.

My Grandfather left behind
his mother and two sisters
(my soldier).
The awful Spanish flu
killed his mother,
and one sister,
before he ever got home.

De guerre
Digger.

There’s another little plaque
beneath another tree.
for another soldier,
this one killed
in Gallipoli.

My Soldier,
my Soldier.
Angelic muse,
my Soldier.

Lone Pine seedling at Wattle Park

Writer’s Block

I won’t write with anyone looking over my shoulder.

It is pointless.

The muse is fragile.

I don’t create under the immediate pressure of criticism or censorship.

Princess

“My dear Princess, while it might indeed be true that the common people are your slaves, You could find that the results are better if you don’t treat them that way!”

Nietzsche’s Dead Angel

 

Delightful Survival;

A creature called Nietzsche,

the lunatic Nazis’

teacher, lost his mind as

he grew weary

 

of the regrettable

ideological

consequences of Dar-

wins’ evolutiona-

ry theory.

 

Trinity

Prayer, love, spirit,

in love in spirit in prayer,

with spirit with prayer with love,

prayer is love is spirit,

prayer, love, spirit.

Christmas, celebrate an Epiphany.

The first of the miracles of the Epiphany, the adoration of the Magi, is the focus of the Epiphanist in this season. Forget about the rest of the muddle, celebrate the Epiphany.