8/10/2017 – A Birthday – By: Aleister Crowley

On today, Aug. 10, 2017, 106 years will have passed by. Below is  Aleister Crowley’s poem, “A Birthday” that references his wife’s Aug. 10, 1911, birthday. He was born Edward Alexander Crowley on October 12, 1875, and passed away on December 1, 1947. Among other things, he was an English mystic.

A Birthday

“Aug.” 10, 1911.

Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years
Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres!
A year of infinite love unwearying —
No circling seasons, but perennial spring!
A year of triumph trampling through defeat,
The first made holy and the last made sweet
By this same love; a year of wealth and woe,
Joy, poverty, health, sickness — all one glow
In the pure light that filled our firmament
Of supreme silence and unbarred extent,
Wherein one sacrament was ours, one Lord,
One resurrection, one recurrent chord,
One incarnation, one descending dove,
All these being one, and that one being Love!

You sent your spirit into tunes; my soul
Yearned in a thousand melodies to enscroll
Its happiness: I left no flower unplucked
That might have graced your garland. I induct
Tragedy, comedy, farce, fable, song,
Each longing a little, each a little long,
But each aspiring only to express
Your excellence and my unworthiness —
Nay! but my worthiness, since I was sense
And spirit too of that same excellence.

So thus we solved the earth’s revolving riddle:
I could write verse, and you could play the fiddle,
While, as for love, the sun went through the signs,
And not a star but told him how love twines
A wreath for every decanate, degree,
Minute and second, linked eternally
In chains of flowers that never fading are,
Each one as sempiternal as a star.

Let me go back to your last birthday. Then
I was already your one man of men
Appointed to complete you, and fulfil
From everlasting the eternal will.
We lay within the flood of crimson light
In my own balcony that August night,
And conjuring the aright and the averse
Created yet another universe.

We worked together; dance and rite and spell
Arousing heaven and constraining hell.
We lived together; every hour of rest
Was honied from your tiger-lily breast.
We — oh what lingering doubt or fear betrayed
My life to fate! — we parted. Was I afraid?
I was afraid, afraid to live my love,
Afraid you played the serpent, I the dove,
Afraid of what I know not. I am glad
Of all the shame and wretchedness I had,
Since those six weeks have taught me not to doubt you,
And also that I cannot live without you.

Then I came back to you; black treasons rear
Their heads, blind hates, deaf agonies of fear,
Cruelty, cowardice, falsehood, broken pledges,
The temple soiled with senseless sacrileges,
Sickness and poverty, a thousand evils,
Concerted malice of a million devils; —
You never swerved; your high-pooped galleon
Went marvellously, majestically on
Full-sailed, while every other braver bark
Drove on the rocks, or foundered in the dark.

Then Easter, and the days of all delight!
God’s sun lit noontide and his moon midnight,
While above all, true centre of our world,
True source of light, our great love passion-pearled
Gave all its life and splendour to the sea
Above whose tides stood our stability.

Then sudden and fierce, no monitory moan,
Smote the mad mischief of the great cyclone.
How far below us all its fury rolled!
How vainly sulphur tries to tarnish gold!
We lived together: all its malice meant
Nothing but freedom of a continent!

It was the forest and the river that knew
The fact that one and one do not make two.
We worked, we walked, we slept, we were at ease,
We cried, we quarrelled; all the rocks and trees
For twenty miles could tell how lovers played,
And we could count a kiss for every glade.
Worry, starvation, illness and distress?
Each moment was a mine of happiness.

Then we grew tired of being country mice,
Came up to Paris, lived our sacrifice
There, giving holy berries to the moon,
July’s thanksgiving for the joys of June.

And you are gone away — and how shall I
Make August sing the raptures of July?
And you are gone away — what evil star
Makes you so competent and popular?
How have I raised this harpy-hag of Hell’s
Malice — that you are wanted somewhere else?
I wish you were like me a man forbid,
Banned, outcast, nice society well rid
Of the pair of us — then who would interfere
With us? — my darling, you would now be here!

But no! we must fight on, win through, succeed,
Earn the grudged praise that never comes to meed,
Lash dogs to kennel, trample snakes, put bit
In the mule-mouths that have such need of it,
Until the world there’s so much to forgive in
Becomes a little possible to live in.

God alone knows if battle or surrender
Be the true courage; either has its splendour.
But since we chose the first, God aid the right,
And damn me if I fail you in the fight!
God join again the ways that lie apart,
And bless the love of loyal heart to heart!
God keep us every hour in every thought,
And bring the vessel of our love to port!

These are my birthday wishes. Dawn’s at hand,
And you’re an exile in a lonely land.
But what were magic if it could not give
My thought enough vitality to live?
Do not then dream this night has been a loss!
All night I have hung, a god, upon the cross;
All night I have offered incense at the shrine;
All night you have been unutterably mine,
Miner in the memory of the first wild hour
When my rough grasp tore the unwilling flower
From your closed garden, mine in every mood,
In every tense, in every attitude,
In every possibility, still mine
While the sun’s pomp and pageant, sign to sign,
Stately proceeded, mine not only so
In the glamour of memory and austral glow
Of ardour, but by image of my brow
Stronger than sense, you are even here and now
Miner, utterly mine, my sister and my wife,
Mother of my children, mistress of my life!

O wild swan winging through the morning mist!
The thousand thousand kisses that we kissed,
The infinite device our love devised
If by some chance its truth might be surprised,
Are these all past? Are these to come? Believe me,
There is no parting; they can never leave me.
I have built you up into my heart and brain
So fast that we can never part again.
Why should I sing you these fantastic psalms
When all the time I have you in my arms?
Why? ’tis the murmur of our love that swells
Earth’s dithyrambs and ocean’s oracles.

But this is dawn; my soul shall make its nest
Where your sighs swing from rapture into rest
Love’s thurible, your tiger-lily breast.

6/9/2017 – “Madness”

“Madness” – By: Muse

Madness

(Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma…)

I, I can’t get these memories out of my mind,
And some kind of madness has started to evolve.
(Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma…)
And I, I tried so hard to let you go,
But some kind of madness is swallowing me whole, yeah
(Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma…)

I have finally seen the light,
And I have finally realized
What you mean.

Ooh oh oh

And now I need to know is this real love,
Or is it just madness keeping us afloat?
(Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma…)
And when I look back at all the crazy fights we had,
Like some kind of madness was taking control, yeah
(Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma…)

And now I have finally seen the light,
And I have finally realized
What you need.

Mmmm…

(Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma…)

But now I have finally seen the end (finally seen the end)
And I’m not expecting you to care (expecting you to care)
But I have finally seen the light (finally seen the light)
I have finally realized (realized)
I need your love
I need your love

Come to me
Just in a dream.
Come on and rescue me.
Yes I know, I can’t be wrong,
And baby, you’re too headstrong.
Our love is
(Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma…)
Madness

DISCLAIMER: I do not own this song/video.

6/5/2017 – When A Woman Loves A Man

When A Woman Loves A Man

When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,”
She means, “Put your arms around me from behind
As I stand disconsolate at the window.”

He’s supposed to know that.

When a man loves a woman, he is in New York and she is in Virginia.
Or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,
Or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park.
And he is raking leaves in Ithaca.
Or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate at the window, overlooking the bay where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on, while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.

When a woman loves a man, they have gone to swim naked in the stream on a glorious July day, with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle of water rushing over smooth rocks, and there is nothing alien in the universe.

Ripe apples fall about them.
What else can they do but eat?

When he says, “Ours is a transitional era.”
“That’s very original of you,” she replies,
dry as the Martini he is sipping.

They fight all the time
It’s fun
What do I owe you?
Let’s start with an apology
A sign is held up saying “Laughter.”

When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the airport in a foreign country with a jeep.
When a man loves a woman, he’s there. He doesn’t complain that she’s two hours late and there’s nothing in the refrigerator.

When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.
She’s like a child crying at nightfall because she didn’t want the day to end.

When a man loves a woman, a thousand fireflies wink at him.
The frogs sound like the string section of the orchestra warming up.
The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.

David Lehman

6/1/2017 – MEASURE OF LOVE

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This is my favorite poem of all time:

MEASURE OF LOVE

If love were measured by farther or far;
Miles from home or a twinkling star.
If love were poured like wine from a jar
Bought from a stall in some twilight bazaar,
Or served on the Host like divine caviar…
That feast goes with us wherever we are.

If love were a gauge marking hours and days,
A kiss or caress, or a passionate gaze.
If love were a stage and upon it sad plays,
Or the lines of a sonnet fixed on a page
Like blood on a bandage, a lock on a cage
Where love is held hostage and meekly obeys.

If love were a castle and desire its gate,
Envy its vassal in dungeons of hate.
Streets of indulgence paved with delight
Where torches of longing burned through the night,
Towers of rapture, gardens of grace,
Could mortals abide such a glorious place?

If love were a precious stone or a gem
Cleverly sewn into some beggar’s hem
To have and to hold, to fondle, caress,
To covet as gold but never to guess
The true measure of love isn’t sterling or carat,
Simply the pleasure to give and to share it

© 2016 Mystified. All rights reserved.

 

5/18/2017 – Will Robots Replace Us?

SHINY NEW MALL COPS

Could Robots Replace Us? A Silicon Valley company called Knightscope has introduced a range of robots that eradicate the need for some security guards in workplaces and public spaces. These security robots are called the K3 and K5 Autonomous Data Machines. The robots resemble a “Weeble” (Weebles waddle but they don’t fall down).  When the idea of a security robot comes to mind, you might think of robots like Robocop or Atlas, rather than Pepper. 

Knightscope was originally founded in response to the tragic events at Sandy Hook and the Boston Marathon. The founders believed that with a unique combination of hardware and software, they could greatly reduce crime by as much as 50%. They explain their rationale as thus:

The human attention span during monotonous, boring tasks is only 5-10 minutes. And with employee turnover rates as high as 400%, the security industry is rightfully seeking innovative solutions. Knightscope’s primary goal is to allow customers to utilize the best of Silicon Valley to put machines to work in those routine, monotonous and sometimes dangerous situations, thus freeing up humans to do the more hands-on and strategic activities. Corporate campuses, data centers, shopping malls and big-box retail stores are among the many customers already engaged today (think employee safety, corporate espionage, rogue networks and asset protection).”

They also state: This technology changes everything and is especially needed as the world continues to become more and more volatile.”

Utilizing numerous sensors, lasers and a significant amount of code, the K3 and K5 can roam a geo-fenced area autonomously either randomly or based on a particular patrolling algorithm. The K5 is able to detect a vehicle backing up or tailing the machine in a parking lot setting. Further, the robots are programmed to detect suspicious and unusual behavior and can recall up to 300 number plates a minute, whilst monitoring traffic. The robots are equipped with a panic button for emergency scenarios when a real person is required.

Recently we’ve seen a scenario where a robot was used to detonate a bomb in response to a police killing, ultimately leading to the death of Micah Johnson who killed five police officers and wound seven others in Dallas. This makes it possible that robots will be deployed in future public emergency scenarios.

Will robots create unemployment? The need for skilled engineers, developers and control center operatives to manage robots on the field and analyze data they generate will create jobs, at least in the short term. Perhaps the future may not be controlled by robots, but rather, by humans with the assistance of robots.

READWRITE, Cate Lawrence, Contributing Writer

DISCLAIMER: I do not own this news article.

 

5/17/2017- “Under Pressure”

“Under Pressure” By: Queen & David Bowie

“Under Pressure”
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets

Chippin’ around, kick my brains ’round the floor
These are the days – it never rains but it pours
People on streets – people on streets

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher…
Pressure on people – people on streets

Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?

Love

Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..

‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

DISCLAIMER: I do not own this song/video.

5/11/2017 – GREEN EYES

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GREEN EYES

Smiling there for me
As lovely as can be
For all the world to see

Green eyes
Oh, how they sparkle and shine
I look at her and wish
That her love was mine

I love her green eyes
Like cat eyes in the night
No matter where she goes
They always catch the light

Green eyes in the morning
Awaken from a sleep
Holding her next to me
That is all I seek

Green eyes please tell me
This is where you want to stay
Green eyes please tell me
You’ll wake up here everyday

– Ray Hansell