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The Walled City


The Walled City

In the Walled City
there is little silence, and peace
is nearly unknown.
Vague vain images flicker
here; suggested delights (somehow

different from dull
reality) beckon…

The place is filled
with machines. Some can no longer add; others can
walk a flight of stairs.

(The park has long
been closed. Even the
grass is dying…
there is no sun
to sit in; only
a dirty pall…)

So little expression
on these faces. Pretty women
turn their faces
toward walls; men avoid
direct glances.

The suits and dresses
in the air-conditioned spaces insulate the world away.

Separations: going out
into the crowded street,
with its rude jostling
and smells, its panoply

of cars, noises, tired
gray faces…
who has not
at some time dreamed
of green fields, clear
air, uncluttered

but then, we all at times
have foolish dreams.

Having left the City
for a while: foreign journeys
in unfamiliar spaces.
lend me your smile
and i may be able to mutter
your name: on todenstrasse, once,

a gang of rough men
approached us, and we
somehow expected a fight, being young, rather drunk,
and callow.
But they were only
common laborers, and as
they passed us, laughing,
they invited us to drink with them.

Japan was different though:
an island-city of a thousand
little deft people
who seemed to rarely smile,
as if born foreigners
within their own land.

–But on Chuo Hill, once, just
beyond the train, i met
an old lady, kimono-
clad; and she smiled
like the sudden opening
of an unsuspected flower.

…in Hong Kong, Bangkok,
Kaoshiung, Olongapo,

I sought some uncommon
meaning, escape
from my citied soul. But
the streets

were all streets of that same city: the faces in their
become no different, merely anonymous; the voices,
merged, unchanging, country to country:

all were men and all
with dreams: and the Taiwanese fellow felt
the same needs as did i,

all separation in a sense
artificial. the lovers,
port to port, were one
Lover; nameless, primal

and (perhaps this follows)
quite meaningless.

…I have never, i say,
left the Walled City.

I have dreamed too often of wisdom
to have any real belief
left in it. time mutates:
truth is either evanescent,
a thing of perspective–

or nothing at all, a vain
conceit, an empty illusion.
These escapes that were promised: navel-ward voyages
and stony treks on thorny paths, crosses and swords

and the primal baptism
of violence…these hinted Mysteries have brought no
these sacrifices
have brought no answer to our prayer.

Perhaps our rituals
have grown old, these words
worn by habit’s usage
to nothing save
a celebration of the past.

Searching for a name, perhaps,
a way to be, a path
toward the self, i have found only progressions,

Walking the grayed streets
of the Walled city, absent-
eyed, i have known only
night’s unfailing preludes
and endless, dying

This was written in 1974. It was written about…NOW I had done something that I felt would unfortunately ensure the “walled city syndrome”–physical separation of classes as defined by “social worth”–money and power defining that, naturally.


No, my name isn’t Nostradamus nor am I Svengali.  Well, as far as I know…

September 24, 2017 at 3:12 pm Leave a comment

Because of TheDonald, I long for reality


on longing for reality and other foolhardy things

separated, the changes
refract and reflect the light
promising clear sight
and other most assuredly

imaginary things
(i’ve even heard “truth”

I have never before used my art explicitly on current events.  Because there are too many exact replications of the rise of the Nazi party into dominance, I refrain no longer.  I will do as well as I can to avoid polemic.  My pursuit is of the rational and beautiful (though the subject is often no thing of beauty) and most of all–in poetry–of concision in pursuing my goal, which is…I have to admit it, I still pursue it–truth.

May 15, 2017 at 10:17 pm Leave a comment

A Brief Note

I do feel that ISIS is a major enemy.  If the U.S. is to be the leader in attacking it I think it’s great that the Republicans are doing so.  It would have been a major disadvantage to the Democrats to have done that before the election.  As far as diplomacy goes, China has shown that it can’t be trusted (the first time Westerners came to that conclusion was B.C.).  The sanity of the North Korean leader is questionable, but it’s not impossible that they have missiles capable of reaching the U.S.  Whether or not China has actually rebuked North Korea is questionable–very.  President Trump has eliminated all options except warring openly with ISIS because of what he’s said; anything else would simply make the United States a target.  He may actually control the press; however, I think he more likely will attempt to do so and fail.


That means that any security as far as classifications and control of dissemination of information is gone.  Most vetting of incoming military and civilian personnel for clearances is done via machine, where a Background Investigation at one time involved people going out and actively questioning people involved with the prospective entrant into a secure enclosure.  To attempt to go back and re-investigate those already involved with secure information is useless in all probability.  Entire bureaus would have to be closed and whole routines, procedures and protocols [chained: perception-definition {generally but not necessarily societally generated, dependent upon source of the representative system used for mentation}-action, with perhaps several of these modules included] changed, which is very hard; after all, the inability to do so is what has routinely destroyed societies and civilizations.


I’m dubious that Russia is an ally.  Then again, I’m naturally suspicious and then I was trained to be so.


I didn’t feel attracted by Clinton as a presidential candidate.  I felt less so because of being on her (badgered) mailing list.  Voting for someone because of not liking the other candidate is a crappy reason to vote.  I just didn’t feel there was any viable candidate offered.  I’ve done a lot of research on Trump (not timewise); I wanted to find out if various claims were true.  Did he get just a one million dollar loan (“just?”) from Dad and start his golden rise to success?  Go RESEARCH IT.  Has he had any resounding failures, or rolled out from under responsibilities? I answered that already.


Do I intend to engage in activities that I feel would be harmful to the United States?  No.  The oath still applies.  I am to protect…from all enemies…  Which means not making myself one.  I’m also old and have a bad disorder (non-transferable unless you’re one of my children–which presumably means you’re Taiwanese) as in crippled.  Not much of a threat unless my words are sharp as swords…

January 5, 2017 at 6:57 pm Leave a comment

On Politics


what is this you try
to give me?  i need no slogans.  i make–and suffer–
my own.


I’m sure I fear the thought of Donald being in power more than Hilary! (or is it two “l’s”?)


I think.  No, I do.  I…never mind.


**Remember I did write this one during the Vietnam war, while participating.

November 26, 2016 at 9:18 pm Leave a comment

The Preservation of Power and Its (Ultimate) Importance

Our thought for the day is quite simple.


At the first testing of the atomic bomb they (from scientists to government) weren’t entirely sure that it (the test alone) wouldn’t destroy the entire earth.  Ponder this a moment.


This is the first translation.  A nation was willing to destroy the ‘earth’ (its only planet of habitation) in order to ensure that someone didn’t come to power.  There is no doubt that it would have been horrific.  My researches before joining the Navy (including The House of Krupp) led me to believe that some people we would never imagine sought alliance with Hitler, but let’s not dwell on that and the past sins of England and the United States.  Oops.


The second translation is simpler.  Our species was willing to destroy itself in order to prevent this event.


This is just the best example of the sentiments attached to war and something called “patriotism” which is an odd word because it means (like “love”) so very many, often opposing things.


Oh, and by the way–we’re an intelligent species.  The only one on Earth.  You know, the one contributing vigorously to global warming.  And we’re the only intelligent species on the planet!!  God, I’m so proud!

January 15, 2016 at 10:33 pm Leave a comment

Politicians LOVE Power

About Politics

This is going to be fairly simple.  I just went into a fairly long piece about ISIS that I may even publish here sometime but it wasn’t to the point.

A while ago I said that politicians want power.  Actually, that’s not true of most.  They want to further a point of view; they’re evangelists of one sort or another, except nearly all worship some sort of ideal.  At least the average politician also wants to be famous.

From what I’ve observed most of the ones who are corrupt become corrupted.  They can’t resist that hundredth bribe or that thousandth.  They take the house renovation.

The actual rule of politics is expediency.  The other name for expediency is rationality.  If you insist on going only your way not everyone will cooperate and things don’t get done.  “You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t” because if you don’t cooperate (and allow Joe’s rider on your bill, or promise assistance once that’s illegal–and you do have to do it) then they won’t.

Government and morality cannot fit in the same bed.  A “justice system” and justice are not bedmates either.  The Justinian Code is essentially following precedents.  If a judge decided a similar matter before you are required to take that into account, or at least cite it, essentially (that’s extremely simplistic, since there are varying views and corresponding rules on about anything you could imagine).  A judge doesn’t quote the Bible; it’s inadmissible.  Laws are admissible.  Evidence is (if it meets the rules of evidence…).

So, no saying that politicians want power is basically a joke.  That doesn’t mean I’ll quit saying it.  You’ll notice I haven’t said a thing about the military or associated agencies.  Maybe some other time or life.

July 2, 2015 at 8:15 pm Leave a comment