Rhyme of the Day

Various meanderings with a rhyme in there somewhere.

Canine Lassitude at Last
After a day of crazy,
Labradors get lazy.

According to Wikipedia
There's a story that Arsenic and Old Lace was originally deadly serious,
but was reshaped by producers into something more delirious.

Limericks for a Turkey
There once was a sensitive dude
Who got mad when a poet was rude.
The poet's on trial
At least for a while
But still has a bad attitude.

Over at Spectator.uk:

Introducing ‘The President Erdogan Offensive Poetry Competition’ – £1000 prize to be won

Somehow a man seems to be on trial in Germany for reciting a rude poem about the president of Turkey. In defiance, I take it, some Brits are holding the above competition, which includes the following sorts of guidance, in case you would like the cash:

"I should like to reiterate that limericks will be excluded from consideration from the top prize if they are (a) not obscene or (b) non-defamatory."

So... not to be posted here.

I try to keep postings here clean
whatever that quaint term may mean.
But this prez of Turkey
is clearly so jerky
his actions themselves are obscene.

Preliminary Chore
Having to memorize lines
is one of the tasks that defines
theater acting as an art,
but in fact it's only the start.

I just heard from an old friend, a friend I graduated 8th grade with, that she had spoken to our 8th grade teacher recently, and that our teacher had asked about me.

It's been fifty years since we have spoken.
Haunting how a link remains unbroken.

Diminishing Returns
When you see it real life
instead of a graph,
the Laffer Curve never
yields much of a laugh.

Primary Complications
I'm a regular reader of Scott Adams' Dilbert cartoon.

I'm not a regular reader of his prose, but I've been reading a bit more this election season, since he has emerged as a distinctive voice championing Trump from an intellectual perspective. To be perfectly accurate, Adams' perspective is not exactly intellectual, since he makes such a point of championing anti-intellect, in the sense that he tells his readers that they are "meat-robots" who don't really know what they think they know, etc. In other words, he constantly argues, intellectually, that intellect is ineffectual at grasping the real world.

And many an intellectual
has proven ineffectual
in dealing with reality.

That can be said with finality.

Nonetheless, the great technological civilization in which we live is a triumph of the human intellect. And the idea that we are "meat-robots" is just old fashioned Behaviorism writ ludicrously.

Alas, what can he do?
He's a meat-robot too!
With no choice about belief.

Maybe that's a relief.

Today I saw that he is upset about the way the 2 major parties choose their convention delegates. He compares it to the way Iranian "democracy" works.

"Voters in America recently discovered that they live under an Iranian type of system and didn’t know it. In the primaries, voters participate in some sort of ritualistic placebo voting while party leaders select the candidates. In the general election, the richest and smartest of the elite use money and psychology to brainwash the masses into imagining they have independent opinions and that their votes matter. We call that a republic."

Well, that's a stretch. I suppose that Adams would say he is engaging in counter-brainwashing, making outlandish "big lie" claims that will gnaw into your frontal cortex.

But his description seems starkly ignorant of American political history. What's true of course is that the parties don't select their delegates by a uniform state-by-state plebiscite. Apparently they have reasons not to. And it's never been much of a secret if you've been paying attention, which I guess Trump hasn't.

Adams thinks Trump has finally got it together
and now is ready to weather
the final storm.

My guess is that his campaign is a corpse, dead but still warm.

City Lights
In Chicago at night
I can see the Big Dipper pretty clearly
But the Little one doesn't seem nearly
As bright.

Droning for Dragons
Someone's got a "marine drone" hunting in Scotland for a famous cryptozoic critter:

'Rather than the fabled Loch Ness Monster itself, the probe has discovered a 30-foot (9 meter) replica used in the 1970 film "The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes," which sank nearly 50 years ago after its buoyant humps were removed.'

Drone fails to detect
the famous monster of mystery,
but does resurrect
some movie model history.

Tightrope Artist
I watched her walk the wire way up high,
As calmly as could be, her step so spry,
As if she had been born to grace the sky.

I watched in worried wonder.
I knew that any blunder
Could put her six feet under.

I met her on the ground and got to know
Her mortal self, who bore an inner woe,
That vanished just in time for every show.

And both, of course, were real:
Taut nerves made out of steel,
Soft heart that made her feel.


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