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The Bible on War
I worship God because of what He said war ought to be. It would keep people from starting them, If those verses were followed through to their T.
Ethos; A Tanka
I've heard a Pedant Snob say it's the part you play. "It is not," I said, "Ethos is your inner-borne "Character, and nothing else."
A Mark Twain Quote
There are three kinds of lies: Lies, Damned Lies And Statistics."
My thoughts after seeing a U-Penn study that inferred people are less racist under Trump. It’s also my thought when people say how peaceful modernity is. How there are less genocides. Currently, there are four happening around the world. One in the Middle East, one in China, one in South Africa and another in Myanmar. In Myanmar the estimated number of dead are around 9,000,000. In the Middle East, uncountable numbers of Christians have been slaughtered, numbering in the probable millions. In South Africa, probably hundreds of thousands. And in China, numbers uncountable. Then there’s the stuff about crime statistics being low. There are riots in every major city, but the statistics on crime, as quoted by liberal pundits, have actually remained the same. There was also less police funding, therefore, less investigations into the crime, which means less charges. Then there’s the idea that war is happening less. There are countless going on right now, in every continent except North America and Antarctica.
The Daemon of the Market
The Shadow Jinn, with the blackened scales in hand Weighs the copper, silver, gold; he gives and takes. Whom he bestows glory upon That man is rich, famous and honored. Whom he withholds the grains of copper and gold That man is obscure, and will die. He controls all prosperity upon the Earth, With the face of an old man and golden grill. He is pale like the ashen remnants of fire, And he is cold as the chilly February ice. He bestows fortune upon whom he entrusts it, And he withholds fortune upon whom he will not. There is a story, old as the ancient days That an Angel of great might will bind him In a prison for one thousand years. At that time, the scales will be in the hand Of the just---for this Jinn controlled the world For a time. And it is he who makes man destitute. It is he who caused all the suffering in the world.
Government of the Moneyed
Black is the day that the shadow Fell over our land. All want the cannon gibberish while Freedom drinks hemlock like Socrates; Powerful men control speech. The strongest, through their money, Create their government Of portals and addresses. Strong they are, And great among the nations. They silence the voices of the dissident. They crush opposition with silence. Silence, they say, is the enemy. Yet, when skilled voices are Stopped, the strong are made weak Through silence... How can my voice break through?
Critics Destroy
How many times I've seen a man sacrifice his creation To a critic. How many times I've seen that same man Diminish his art At their alter. Light turns to darkness. Criticism destroys pure artistic aims--- Except where it compounds A technical flaw. Be true to your art. Do not let the dark hand of another Taint it. You either are an artist. Or you are not.
Liberty Watches
Oh, Maria, from sea to shining sea, From the canyon which the Giant dug, To the city where thy greenly feet stand; Songs against thy fat land are proudly sung As the blackened Cherethim in armies March across thy fords and burn thy sweet land, So babes are shot in the streets untimely, Oh! great black armies make their ghastly stand. The speech of Maria's chosen do dim, The cheerful songs of those merry with wine Do stop in the dead of night; children Die, of all creeds and runes, those children die--- The black armies of the Cherethim march The snakes and cockatrices bite venom Into the hearts of all dared merry men, Who. from their daily coffers, now are shunned.
Oh, Maria, From Sea to Shining Sea
Oh, Maria, from sea to shining sea, From the canyon which the Giant dug, To the city where thy greenly feet stand; Songs against thy fat land are proudly sung As the blackened Cherethim in armies March across thy fords and burn thy sweet land, So babes are shot in the streets untimely, Oh! great black armies make their ghastly stand. The speech of Maria's chosen do dim, The cheerful songs of those merry with wine Do stop in the dead of night; children Die, of all creeds and runes, those children die--- The black armies of the Cherethim march The snakes and cockatrices bite venom Into the hearts of all dared merry men, Who. from their daily coffers, now are shunned.
The Order of Longfellow
If I were a rich man
I would create an academy like Greece.
It would be chartered “The Order of Longfellow.”
We would teach the poor how to read,
We would educate the poor.
We would teach the poor all of the mysteries of poetry.
In this, we would issue out our Associates, Bachelors,
Masters, and Doctorates.
The degree would be free.
It would be about dialogue and discussing the meaning
Of our treasures, from Euclid to Aristotle
From Longfellow to Horus.
We would not teach esoteric interpretations.
We would teach hermeneutics to Fairyland.
We would teach math, science and arts
For no cost.
We would teach the geometry of a Quadratic Equation.
The way a Bachelor would receive their degree
Is by teaching an Associate’s class through and through, after already receiving it.
A Master would teach a Bachelor’s class through and through after already receiving it.
A Doctor would teach a Master’s class through and through after already receiving it.
Privileges would be given to good teachers, to keep a record of good rapport within the organization.
They would be given this privilege by petition
When they will be ready to do their class.
It wouldn’t be about the degree,
But the degree of knowledge one can obtain.
It wouldn’t be about mere accomplishment.
First, one would need to prove they can read and write.
Then, after so,
Two years of intense study would be needed to test for an Associates.
Four years of intense study to test for a Bachelors.
Six years of intense study to test for Masters.
Ten years of intense study to test for Doctorate.
The tests would be written exams
On the meaning of literature;
Tests on the assimilation of knowledge
Into new ideas;
Tests on the principles of math;
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic
Without fluffy organizations babying our members
Or weird sounding acronyms.
It would be difficult.
It would not patronize the poor.
It would, rather, set them free from their bondage.
The goal of the Association would be
To teach the poor.
To give a free education to the poor.
It would take a poor man,
And make him into a rich man
Of understanding and knowledge.
The rich would want our education.
Educating the poor and preserving literature would be our goal.
The classes would be discussions, not rote exams.
The students would discuss their topic for the day,
Be it a Quadratic Equation, be it a Euclidean Principle,
Be it Number Theory, Be it a Wordsworth or Longfellow Poem,
Be it a Literary Theory, be it a Scientific Construct,
Be it a Dialogue of Plato, be it a famous painting.
Those teaching the Doctorates would be graded by their superiors.
Those teaching the Masters would be graded by their superiors.
Those teaching the Bachelors would be graded by their superiors.
Those teaching the Associates would be graded by their superiors.
The teacher would not grade the students,
But the superiors would, to see if work has been done.
That is just one dream I’d have if I were a rich man.
B. K. Neifert 