With a wish

With a hand on bun

HOT CROSS BUNS

For very cross

For very crass

Improved recipe

For a cute puppy

A tiny canary

And giant LIPS

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Best wishes.
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Not sure why,

But two of my blog's traffic show a bit of recognition for my poetry.  This is a first.
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I am glad I have three FAMILY members that can give me excellent and expert legal help when needed.


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What now,

In time

To see the day

Not monotonous

But increments of space

A comedy pushing through

Not easy with Mister Blur

With the end

Is not the night

Or the striking of midnight

Though time wraps it together

In a swans song.
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Twist and shout


To write

And go into exctasy

As thoughts transform

It is freedom

To be there

Wild with words

To tame them

Is the deep woods

Inside shadows.
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Has the world gotten better since I changed the name of this blog?

I still find people to be just as evil or insensitive or judging or violent..

A few lights though in a very dark sky.

 
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A departure perhaps.

New life 
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Has America moved into a giant cleavage

I suppose that's better than getting stuck in a butt crack..

I sure as hell wonder what will be the New black?! 
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WHY

Why don't cats like water?


Is there a scientific explanation!

It boggles the mind!

Can't be baptized!

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All the actors were gathered together,

Sounds awful!

No

It was unreal

An unreality show

Hey wow

That's what the world needs

More actors

And celebrities!
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I think during the Gold Rush and the Civil War period people were a bit mad.

Perhaps the most turbulent times in American History

The Gettysburg Address though looks like a manifesto of the future

Are we to become a great nation?

It seems that the bells of true freedom may be ringing

And lastly Walt Witman is now long gone...

Good bye and so long...

My atoms

Are not like yours exactly

Sure "Leaves of Grass" Is Great

Though I don't need one man

One Twain

One Dickens

One Tennyson

Bosh!!!!
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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.