https://www.wsj.com/articles/michael-cohen-trumps-former-lawyer-sentenced-to-threeyears-in-prison-11544634377?mod=trending_now_2

 

‘Republicans in Congress have largely dismissed the president’s involvement in the payments. Sen. Orrin Hatch (R., Utah), after being told New York prosecutors had alleged the president ordered Mr. Cohen to arrange the hush-money payments, said: “OK, but I don’t care. All I can say is he’s doing a good job as president.”’

 

Wall Street Journal, so not everyone can read the entire article I suspect.

 

Anyway, I quoted it to point out I’ve been missing something.  Good job at what. precisely, as president?

 

Oh, wait, I know; he’s good at being on the campaign trail while in office and presumably doing his job.

December 13, 2018 at 10:55 am Leave a comment

About Truth and Inarguable Definitions

About Truth and Inarguable Definitions

dreamed toward but unspoken
because unwordy*
the name of the desired
unvoiced by very nature

(whispered only by the lipless wind)

cuts
unseeable unstoppable: ‘knowledge’

like ‘love’

is one word for many things
and hence
quite inescapably false
whenever used
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Yes, coined and not an illusion of mine that it’s an existent word.

 

Perhaps 2 weeks old–or 2 months–but I do remember writing it, which is uncommon for me.  As I said elsewhere, sometimes I go through long ‘dry’ periods with my poetry.  Every time so far since I was 10 I will then proceed to find a great deal of poetry written during that time period, of which generally at least 50 per cent is scrapped, along with incomplete studies toward.  I also have a confirmed habit of trying to write something and sometimes working on it for months (in the case of the manuscript ‘Voices’, decades), writing any number of poems that lead toward the final one. I’m starting to write (fictional) prose again as well.  And prose with the poetry.

December 12, 2018 at 1:42 pm Leave a comment

Mr. Trump’s Awesome Achievements (and the emperor’s new robes)

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/m-man-took-years-recognize-133005407.html

 

If you have to take years to recognize it was rape, it probably wasn’t (unless legally). Rape means being forced into sex or being unconsciousness (or near it) to the extent of being unable to refuse.

 

Most men who have been raped have been raped by another man (unless legally, again) and you damned well know you’ve been.

 

To the obvious question: no comment.

December 12, 2018 at 1:23 pm Leave a comment

in memory of my fictive father

In Memory of my Fictive Father

i bear your name,
yes, but
like a scar
not like a blazon
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*Note; I finally ‘made contact with him’. [I made contact with my biological father & half-siblings in my sixties; I never bore his name.  My fictive father is my adopted father.] He was in the terminal phase of Alzheimer’s. His children found my existence (as his other and unmentioned child) unnerving and unlikely at the beginning, intolerable and impossible at the end. Since the connection was made by my wife via one of the gene-testing places [yes, the implied is the existent; how else?], I certainly had no part in the cause–which was in fact long past, if you want to get down to it, but in this cause the cause for the supposition of any connection between all of us. I’d even neglected to contact them, oddly enough, at 60-some-odd and with a habit of avoiding; one of them contacted me (she vehemently declaimed that I was a mistake, later; my mother would have agreed much of my life). I was born during the formal Occupation of Hitler’s Germany (yes, that one that persists* in a number of places; this was 1953)
*Calling it The Occupation openly is somewhat dangerous, potentially. To the obvious question, hard to tell, I don’t know, um…, perspective is generally drawn from methodology,

December 11, 2018 at 10:44 am Leave a comment

in memory of Ms. Ed Yeaw

in memory of Ms. Ed Yeaw

i would say your face
is etched in my memory
but it somehow is not, only
the parts remaining, not
the whole…

say, rather
that on this morning
more than 30 years later
(having savagely awakened myself
every time i dreamed of you; you
never knew, never even guessed
that loving you was already
nearly “sinful” to me
while we were still ‘together’
though that we were never)
i thought to see your shadow pass.

it shall pass
again and again,
i know
and that i shan’t try to pause itl.

drinking of the moment
i do not, must not
fruitlessly
attempt to grasp it

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Mind you, the attempt to keep hold while not grabbing is either self-contradictory or extremely difficult.

December 10, 2018 at 5:34 pm Leave a comment

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Remember EULAlyzer as a useful tool.  I didn’t notice a great deal of difference between paid and free.  However, if you continually do things that make ‘reading’ EULAs pretty well absolutely necessary, I would pay for it–especially since the free version is only for home use.  It’s also a fine and useful program, which is why I paid for a year of it.

December 9, 2018 at 2:58 pm 1 comment

dedicated to Quora

dedicated to quora

i dream

i think

of speaking your name
endlessly
so much that my lips
are cracked and dry

but come morning

i know no name
–nor, indeed, “you”–
my lips are quite whole
and my mouth isn’t dry

tell me

can this mean
something?

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You have to know what Quora is to appreciate this. Google it or better visit the site and try to find some of the odder questions (and answers); it isn’t hard. Right up there with Mil Millington [assuming he’s still on the web].

 

I came close to considering this submission-worthy.

December 7, 2018 at 9:14 pm Leave a comment

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