a lament for the blade

how do we know when the edge goes? when does the cut become a bludgeon? the blood may flow, but only beneath the skin. a bruise, a dull bump, a crushing blow. a lament for the blade. how will the point remain? so far we’ve come, but is it? dragging right, a slip to the side as we drop on down, hoping for ascendancy. just hoping. all dressed up to go nowhere
shallow depths of hollowness fill the cluttered void as we reach out between the desire for rest and the scatterings from haunting past failures. failures that lure as the whore struts her stuff. whether repulsed or otherwise we look, we dwell, voyeurism the mall of the conscious numbed into unconscious. we struggle to break free. a gradual flow of shifting sand. a shudder, a jolt. the dirge begins, hackneyed rhetoric comforting only the grotesquely comforted while the front rank dies. innocence lost
what is the footprint of this generation? fully grown but immature. children of children. babes of the unborn sitting in the marketplaces and calling out to all, themselves, others. ‘we played the flute yet you did, you did not dance; we sang, sang the dirge of hope and you did, did not mourn.’ one comes in abstinence, but the verdict is diabolical. the seed of man comes in celebration, the words of the witnesses shout out, ‘unacceptable! … a glutton and a drunkard, a cadre and friend of the untouchables!’ … but wisdom is judged right by her fruits

decision making and the will of man

Of late I have been foraging for input around our freedom. I am still turning every stone I come across but up till now I seem to have only come up with some unexpectedly strange stuff lurking in the dark, shady cracks. Freedom of speech, freedom of choice and other related issues like self-determination, independence, autonomy and others are such key issues to many in these times we live. Wars have been fought over such and much blood has been spilled. Maybe I’m searching under the wrong rocks but I seem to be starting to think that perhaps we have not really been seeing the whole picture at all. It has surprised me as I have become aware of just how much emphasis I have placed on the ability, even the right and responsibility to make correct decisions. We live in a very cerebral age where control and accuracy is so important to us. Perhaps as a resistance to the impersonal, dehumanising age of the industrial revolution we have reacted and have somehow missed the plot? Do we really have the ability to think independently? Are we actually as autonomous as we would like to believe? Do we make our own decisions? Can we decide for ourselves? What do you think? or perhaps more to the point, what does your mother think? ·  ·  http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/sheena_iyengar_on_the_art_of_choosing.html