Saturday, November 22, 2014

Fight against transitoriety

Come join in the fight against transitoriety,
that is, the lack of permanence


There are problems of dimensions man can never see a model, nor can your graphing calculator or  computer show them to you.  Man cannot envision them either but objects made of them hold properties one never has known.  Do these objects really exist or does the mind race ahead of what most consider reality.

Three dimensions have the cone, the sphere, the cylinder, the cube, the cone, the pyramid, and the prism of assorted non-regular faces.  These we can fathom, measure, and compute a volume or surface area.  This will be done with mathematical formulas involving axes of "X", "Y", and "Z".  There are more we generally ignore.

Anyone knows the directions an airplane can fly can be defined by axis.  One of three mutually perpendicular lines that define the orientation of an aircraft, with one being along its direction of travel and the other two being perpendicular to the direction of travel.  Note that the lines, imaginary are perpendicular to each other and meet at a common point, perhaps the 'middle'.

The plane won't go in any other directions, it was made by man and man thinks in three dimensions.  But the mathematician is not restricted to any certain number of directions.  They can be defined by up to an infinite number of axes.  All can be represented by formulas which can be solved as to an exact point in this unseeable space. 

But where does the e-mail go when you delete it?  No one can say it isn't gone into where we cannot know.  It cannot be seen, heard, smelled, felt, nor tasted.  I don't know, you don't know, but I know it didn't just end. 

Would you join into the fight against transitoriety, that is, the lack of permanence?  Everything that was still is.  Just in another dimension man cannot find.

Axis defined, The Free Dictionary 
Picture,  from Google Search
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Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 
I am linked with at the Real Toads, Play it Again, Toads (link)
Notes:
 - Margaret's instructions:  "... please combine them [illustrative theme pictures] with an archived challenge." I chose Challenge #1)   Kenia's Wednesday Challenge - a philosophical challenge
 - I am not an expert in the field of dimensions.  Kindergartners learn of the three we normally use.  My bachelor degree is in Economics with a Math minor (seven courses I believe) and have studied some orbital mechanics when working with NASA.  (I have also taken enough courses for a political science minor but I didn't request that be on my degree.)
 - In one of my computer courses I developed a program to solve stimulus equations with an infinite number of variables (dimensions).  Not a serious problem for the computer using my program.

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Buddha on the Hill -- Carpe Diem 2nd Vision Quest, 3rd day



Buddha vs. God
 
Buddha sits on hill
Garden flowers tell my soul
New man, changed by God
 
Buddha wants glory
Golden tree leaves say to me
Only God can change
 
Buddha stays on hill
Knows he's no match for my God
Mine, a God of love 
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Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 
The Buddha on the Hill picture above is from Carpe Diem also
 
For all three days of this 2nd Vision Quest click here

 

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Friday, November 21, 2014

Carpe Diem ~~ Dripping, dripping

"Can I write/compose a haiku in the same tone, sense and spirit as the one by Tranströmer? With looking deeper into the hidden layers, the spirituality in the haiku? I don't know, but I have to try of course. So here I go ..." 
(those were the directions given for our 2nd Vision Quest Day 2)


Dripping, dripping
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drops into the pond
gentle dripping leaf of fern
peaceful yet stirring
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Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I am linked with Carpe Diem Special #118, Tomas Tranströmer's fourth "in time with the moon" (Vision Quest day 2) -- Directions are above the picture.

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The Barren Woman -- today's poem for Carpe Diem

 
The Barren Woman
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Try to make amends
Help puppies; orphaned children
Barren woman dire
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Picture and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Notes, on how I felt about my attempt to follow the instructions given below:
 - Puppies for my seasonword (kigo),  from list of season "words" approved for haiku, link.
 - Comma  for my  cuttingword (kireji, in western mostly interpunction) to start revert thought to basic theme (link to explanatory definitions and examples)
 - First and third line interposed (might make it better?):

 - - Barren woman dire
 - - Help puppies; orphaned children
 - - Try to make amends

- A short moment.  This was hardest of the criteria for me as I think it reads better if the woman used 'helping puppies' as a lifetime avocation rather an immediate action.  It would then read thus:
 - - Tries to make amends
 - - Helps puppies; orphaned children
 - - Barren woman dire

 - I will let the last, a deeper meaning, for you to be found.  To me it's meaning was in line with Jesus Christ's love for children (Matthew 19:14, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”)

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Today I am linked to Carpe Diem "Sparkling Stars" #13, " "

 - Following is a part of the Carpe Diem instructions for today found in the above linked site.  It includes directions.  I tried to diligently follow the six-part instruction list printed in GREEN for my haiku.  See my "notes" above about my feel on how well I followed.

"""the childless woman,
- - - -how tender she is
- - - -to the dolls!
© Ransetsu (Tr. Blyth)
[photo furnished with directions, courtesy of 
 
"It’s a gorgeous haiku full of compassion for this woman without children. He sees her taking care for the dolls as were they real children. How much pain and sadness this woman will have had as she couldn’t have children or maybe she had children, but they died ... it’s not clear.
Use your  imagination to see this scene in front of your eyes and try to write/compose an all new haiku following the classical rules:"

+ 5-7-5 syllables
+ a seasonword (kigo)
+ a cuttingword (kireji, in western mostly interpunction)
+ a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in water
+ interchangable first and third line
+ a deeper meaning


Not an easy task I think, but I know you will succeed """
 

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Carpe Diem ~~ Escape

My current Carpe Diem poem is below.
The setting for my inspiration follows here first from my prior blog post:
(Here is a Link to my prior blog post of September 24, 2008)

"""Now, all work and no play make Adi and Jim dull kids:


 
Our morning began with a nice walk back from the golf pro shop where Mrs. Jim dropped us off for her 8:40 tee time. She went golfing with her buds. Actually my day began with a Tuesday morning Bible study with about 15 other men at the club house. Then our walk. [super sized picture]

Too bad Adi isn't a counting dog, she could enjoy herself counting all these horse apples that the winds from Hurricane Ike blew off. Adi can count to two and six, one bite of graham cracker is never enough when I'm taking my medicine. She has one bite and then the second when I am on pill number six. [
super sized picture]

[The part especially pertinent to Carp Diem tanka poem below, "Escape"]:

We ended up down in the quiet area of the golf course. It is down from our house just a short walk away. The lake is up after our rains but it will be lowered soon for inspection of the dam. Hurricane Ike may have damaged it as did Hurricane Rita three years ago. That year the lake remained empty all next summer still while the dam was being repaired. [super sized picture]

Adi got tired, she is tiring more easily now in her older years. (
My Autumn poem link)

In case you don't go to that link, here is the picture I have posted there:"""

[large picture] [super sized

My tanka poem for today's challenge:
 
Escape
 
Adi and I would
Hide down in the quiet place
I still do that now
But Adi is gone, she died
Quiet here, I miss Adi
 
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Photos, and Poem Copyright, © 2008, and 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Instructions are there

 
 Adi died September 17, 2012  (read my tribute to her here)
 

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

Leprechaun Love -- Imaginary Garden Challenge


Love in the Time of __Leprechauns___
(my choice)
 
They'd dance the night away
They'd trip you up any day
 
How were they in lover's lane
Peak in? Beat you with a cane
 
For sure they kissed and kissed
And kissed some more, never missed
 
Mustn't peel hat, pants, or dress
Green masquerade always fresh
 
With a cuppa Irish brew
They'd loosen up, let it go
 
Got things going then, embrace
cuddled, muzzled, kissed a face
 
Things went up, others came down
Masquerade began to frown
 
Nothing's changed, same as today,
Let youngsters' passions play
 
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 - Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 
 - Picture, Leprechaun Couple, from "A timely favorite"
 
 - I am linked today with Kerry, at the Real Toads, Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ In Other Words
 - Kerry's challenge instructions were to select a "title and substitute your own words in the place of those indicated below, and write a new poem under the title you have created." 
 
- I am also linked with Kerry at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday
 

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Protection -- a 'Carp Diem' Challenge


 
Protection
 
Guardian Angel
Coconut cream pie delight
Tells me "No" some days

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Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linking with Carpe Diem #606, Guardian Angel  -- Instructions are there

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Alone and Lonesome -- a 'Carp Diem Special' Haiku


Alone, lonesome

I'm trapped in my pot
Left alone, hungry for love
Take my flower, please



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Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
(Note:  pictures are from an unused flower pot we have.  It's been taken over by weeds)

Today I'm linking with (link) -- Instructions are here: 
Carpe Diem Special #117, Tomas Tranströmer's 3rd "a mother of stone"
The hope:  be inspired "to write an all new haiku in the spirit
of Tranströmer (imprisoned) and with a touch of romance. Have fun!"

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Salvatore Quasimodo takeoff -- Sunday mini-Challenge

Street in Agrigento
 
On the main street of Agrigento, old Agrigentum, traffic came to a halt.  We were being overtaken by a herd of sheep.  Sheep not yet shorn, moving from morning pastures wet and green to the windswept native grasses of the valley, brown and wilting in the sun.
 
I followed those sheep while we were stopped.  They stopped at the fountain, people parting so they could drink of the cool waters, each one of them.  Then they picked up the pace, not daring to loose site of their herder and his crook.
 
They were still perky from their sleep last night, under the moon and stars there on the prairie grasses soft.  They knew not the cares of the world, not the prices of wool or mutton, not even of the latest levy by the Cosa Nostra
 
Rather their minds were on those walking in Grecian times down those lemon tree lined streets then much slowed.  Wagons and carts, no smell of singed gasoline or diesel fumes.  The same sun and moon as today, wet morning pastures, still, with browning dried prairie grass.
 
When the traffic started moving again the driver picked me up whistling his cheery noonday tune, not wary of my reminiscing with the dawdling sheep.  Wet morning pastures he didn't know nor of soft prairie grasses turning brown.  Same today as in olden time.


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The old saying is "Like sheep,
we have all gone astray."
[click the picture to see it bigger]

- Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2006 and 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

-  I am linked with Grace, aka Heaven, at the Real Toads, Sunday's Mini-Challenge: Salvatore Quasimodo found here.
 
- Again, on Monday I linked it with Magaly at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday (link)

 - Grace's challenge is to "write a new poem or prose poem in response to Salvatore Quasimodo's words.   Some examples of responses include affirming what the speaker said or using his title or line of verse as a jumping board for your own writing.   The prompt is wide open so feel free to explore where your muse takes you."

 - I chose Salvatore's poem, Street in Agrigentum, (link) as a starting place for my muse to become aroused.  You can scroll up or down at the linked site to read this and some of his other poems.    

 - Agrigento (link) is a small town in Southwestern Sicily.  Ruins of old temples of the old town, Agrigentum, are just outside the more modern town, I've been there. My picture was taken in Carleone, Italy. The home of the famous Italian Mafia has been there for quite a while. We spent one day in Carleone back in 2006. The sheep were following our bus until they decided to go around our slow traffic.

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Friday, November 07, 2014

A Challenge Poem, Transforminng Nature

On My Wild Side
 
My horse, made of steel
It drinks gas and belches smoke
Not one grain of oat
 
 
 
My canyons, secure 
Steel beams, enclosed and girded
Rivers of people
 

 
My instincts, run wild
Silicon valley produced
Flash memories know


Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Picture Credits:
 - Top:  Harley Davidson Superlow, 1200T (Touring) http://www.harley-davidson.com.  Although I still have a motorcycle endorsement on my driver's license I haven't ridden one of my own since our youngest child, Karen, was born in the 70's.  I did have one and rode it at the time of our marriage.
 - Center:  New York City streets in 1936, near the present World Trade Center area.  Wikipedia, Radio Row-Berenice Abbott, Public Domain, (Link)
 - Bottom:  Copyright, © 2012 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved.  (I paid $5.00 for this old Underwood electric back when the college where I was teaching phased out typewriters in favor of computers with keyboards.)
 
I am linked with Hanna at the Real Toads, Transforming Friday with Nature's Wonders.
 - Hannah's challenge was to " include these canyons in your work...it could be the setting, color, sound quality or even explore the canyon in metaphor - the choice is yours."
 - The Canyon that Hannah referred to was Antelope Canyon in Arizona.  It "was formed by erosion of Navajo Sandstone, primarily due to flash flooding and secondarily due to other sub-aerial processes. Rainwater, especially during monsoon season, runs into the extensive basin above the slot canyon sections, picking up speed and sand as it rushes into the narrow passageways. Over time the passageways eroded away, making the corridors deeper and smoothing hard edges in such a way as to form characteristic 'flowing' shapes in the rock." (for more, see the Wikipedia article, here)

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