yes, it matters - at least a little:- knowledge mattersyes, it matters - at least a little: by alapip
- skill matters
- each iota of learning
and spark of positivity
[or lack of it]
exerts its draw or drag
forward or not
if we're aware of it
and own it
whatever 'it' is we do
we need to care enough
to do it right
[even if only to our self-image]
this thing we speak of
has some level of value
and must only be supplanted by
a thing of more importance
in all ways
and all things
are part of
llp - dA - jul2014
cosmic awareness observes the finalethat feeling you felt as a childcosmic awareness observes the finale by alapip
emerging from the old theater
past many hours of immersion in film
having slipped the genuine world
and lost one's sense of time's passage
multiply that experience
and its essence billions of times...
[you're still not nearly there]
llp - dA - jul2014
utilitarianism, (deep pragmatism), is evolutionarythey say, "hold on to your ethnic identity";utilitarianism, (deep pragmatism), is evolutionary by alapip
it gives worth to the self, to one's 'roots'.
but, when i see roots, i see an excuse,
to hold oneself separate, to think oneself 'more'.
shuffle and deal us, until you reveal us,
Mexican, Jewish, Afgan, a deck full of suits.
removed from our home, inside we're the same.
different the color, the flavor - what is it for?
religions are used to divide, as if there is 'truth'.
or red vs blue, he lives in the north, you in the south.
having no faith, no riches, no 'group', leaves oneself free.
we look at the whole of the globe; there's just you... and just me.
how to decide? look at the long term. what is best for the most?
selfishness violates ethics; go measure the ultimate cost.
llp - dA - jul2014
the thoughtful authorthis writer's sightthe thoughtful author by alapip
the frontal lobe
the much more thinking part
and further still
yet further still
the slower beating heart
she took her aim
her pen in hand
and drew a man
llp - dA - jul2014
shhh... [a haiku]shhh... by alapip
secret from ourselves
silent sounds of velvet bells
tolled only in poems
llp - dA - jul2014
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JohnnyJohnnyJohnny by LancelotPrice
Ghost wind blows
the last leaves down
Moon so big
the sky disappears
Corn so dead
it's ground for Johnny
If Johnny ever
comes marching home
Lancelot Price 2014 July 24
Edith Cavell, Executed, October 1915The soldiers in the detail will be breakfastingEdith Cavell, Executed, October 1915 by AlecBell
before her corpse has cooled.
Not one of those riflemen might think
how this pale uniformed woman had tended the wounds
of their less fortunate comrades in arms,
had offered such love and healing as she possessed
without considering the colours of tattered uniforms.
An officer paraded the executioners.
Ensuring that the target's blind fold was properly in place,
his loud and heartless voice pronounced the word of command
Instantly eight rifles clamoured in unison
- Edith extinguished, no more than a blood-stained cadaver.
The officer drew his pistol, approached the formless corpse.
He discharged his weapon. Thus he destroyed the woman's head
devoid now of thought and feeling, her mutilated corpse
the only relic of her living courage.
A sergeant marches the detail back to the monotony of routine.
They are indeed ready for breakfast.
.to politicians who sip scotch & fall asleep to the ten o'clock news. by successwithhonor
which came first, the guilt or the glory?
do we pick up the bodies or tiptoe quietly between the cracks
until they wither like bleeding roses and the streets
are named for their bones;
tell me of the dead mothers,
and fathers left to forsake themselves
tell me of your white saviors, their
barbed wire haloes and empty promises
some days, freedom is the miracle of survival, Democracy
is a god with many faces, a machine dressed in
we mustn't pretend that we are anything but children
with heads that grew too big, mistaking our own voices
for whispers from the sky;
your words have become the ghosts of the person you promised us
to be, yesterday's shadow, the past resurrected
and us foolish sinners, still believing
tell me of the truth, if you have yet to beat the light from its name,
to mangle its foreign face into a monster we will no longer recognize
or is it just the stench that
Staircases22-07-14Staircases by Marenne
I don't know
if I'm spiraling upwards
or downwards, really.
all I know
is that I'm spinning.
One bat of an eye
can change the way
I see it.
See, the more
that I feed it, the hungrier
All I really know, though
is that I actually
up in my head.
work for the cure of pain|
in everyone, for we all
have at least some,
exaggerated in our minds,
and may think we walk alone...
llp - mar'09
Current Residence: Southern NH, just down the street from the Boston Air Route Traffic Control Center where i worked through the 70s before getting fired and barred for life from my career for participating in the 'PATCO strike of August 1981', [google it if you're curious]. i loved that job. Pres Reagan terminated 12,000 of us with a knee jerk stroke of his pen.
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Favourite style of art: surreal
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from today's Andrew Sullivan 'the Dish' blog:
comments from his readers...
[BTW, the yearly subscription of $19.95 is well worth it.
the site is totally ad free, and the twenty bucks allows
one to read everything in depth, uninterrupted.]
[some of the following is copied from behind the subscription link.
i trust that Andrew would find this ok, due to the 'word of mouth'
recommendation it gives his site.]
[quote] - On a more serious note, a reader writes:
I realize you’re trying to be balanced here, but Jenny Diski’s article makes it pretty clear she’s never actually tried cognitive behavioral therapy and is in fact just opposed to a political philosophy. I’ve been in and out of talk therapy for anxiety and depression all of my life, and my last therapist (not one specifically trained in CBT, as far as I know) pointed me toward The Feeling Good Handbook by David Burns, which is a do-it-yourself CBT manual. It helped to make me realize what I was thinking and which parts were really just in my head, and now at least some of the time I can short-circuit my own worst-case-scenario thinking. It has made me happier.
Diski dismissively says that “CBT aims to get the patient symptom-free, back to work and paying her taxes” – as though that weren’t the goal of other forms of therapy. Maybe I’m odd in that I’m happiest when I’m feeling productive, but that sounds like a pretty excellent goal to me.
Another also shares his story:
I’m a 30-year-old who just finished my 16th week of CBT after a suicide attempt in March.
I have found that working with my therapist on identifying thought patterns and behaviors surrounding my depression and anxiety to be of tremendous help. One of the best things to which I can compare my thought pattern when I begin to feel anxious or depressed is sliding down an icy hill in a car. Having the skills from CBT is like having just come out of a driving class and knowing that while you might not be able to stop the slide completely, you can control it and avoid the crash. The ability to pull back and distinguish what-I-know from what-my-mind-is-projecting is a skill that I lacked before therapy.
But as well as it does work for some of us, it’s not a silver bullet either. In addition to the CBT I am also taking a daily antidepressant and the occasional anti-anxiety pill when I can anticipate that certain situations are too much to handle on my own. My therapist is terrific, and we’ve adjusted the antidepressants when the first prescription wasn’t working as planned.
just considerations, for those interested...
As the guy who wrote this reader email long ago, I thought I’d discuss my experience with cognitive behavioral therapy.
I have OCD, with an emphasis on the obsessive thoughts. To put it bluntly, CBT is the most effective treatment for obsessive thoughts that I have had. The counselor I had was a Buddhist and definitely not a “I’m going to make everything happy and great for you” kind of guy. In fact, one of the key elements of the CBT I had was acceptance of the obsessive thoughts. This is counterintuitive, because if you have OCD the number-one thing you want to do is get rid of the obsessive thought.
If I have a thought that I’m like Hitler, CBT teaches me to accept it like a leaf that passes over me as I lie in a stream. This is bitter medicine, because one’s instinct with a thought like that is to fight it over and over and try to rationalize it and thus rid yourself of it. But one of the key insights of CBT is that you cannot rationalize or “defeat” the obsessive thought. In fact, the only way I’ve found that you even move past the obsessive thought is if you allow it to exist within you. It will bother you immensely while it’s there. But when you mindfully acknowledge it rather than try to get rid of it, you do find that your mind moves on to more pleasant things.
My one criticism of CBT is the limited number of sessions. It’s admirable not to want to charge people money for endless counseling, but I have found it valuable to get a “tune up” once in awhile. Talking to a CBT counselor is helpful, and I don’t think should be cut off forever after just a couple of months.
My experience, of course, may not be universal for others with OCD. But I thought it was worth sharing. - [unquote]