Thursday, May 30, 2019

More on Human ABILITY to REASON, Human RIGHT to CONSENT - Proem & Poem No. 119

Most likely to be published later this fall/winter of 2019/2020, my 11th book entitled appropriately; More 100 Proems & Poems on the Peculiar Human ABILITY to REASON, Singular Human RIGHT to CONSENT & Other Neglected Matters. The following will probably be included upon further editing, and front cover a slightly modified yet appropriate version of the previous....


PROEM & POEM No. 119 - Burden of Responsibility and Risk / 2nd Reprise


      In addition to the considerations of the previous two proems, there is the issue of human time irrecoverable. An issue overlooked or underemphasized, so much so, perhaps recklessly, callously even barbarously.  Human activities are of course actions played out along timelines, segments of time. To live is to act, to act is to live, therefore to live, to act, is time spent unavoidably as well irrecoverably. Obviously elementary to intellectually grasp else presumptuous to suggest otherwise, yet apparently too avant-garde (to say kindly) or annoyingly inconvenient to politically, socially embrace or at least empathize.

      Why this seemingly granular point thus tedious effort. It is ethically critical to logically combine one’s various human activities of imposition, intrusion, intervention, interference, impoundment thus the categorical transference of the burden of risk and responsibility, as not only negatively affecting the labor and/or resource of another but irrecoverably consuming a segment of human time between the latter’s birth and death. To boringly elaborate, the time between womb and tomb is unknown, of course. To boorishly reiterate, the time between womb and tomb could be one moment, one day, one week, one month, one year, one decade, or one lifetime of 70-90 years. Therefore two affected individuals’ similar costs per another’s of imposition, intrusion, intervention, interference, impoundment thus the categorical transference of the burden of risk and responsibility, would have the same absolute lost of human time irrecoverable however potentially quite different relative lost of human time irrecoverable.

      Consequently, one individual’s unknown time between womb and tomb may be 30 years (to roundly suggest), while the other individual’s unknown time between womb and tomb may be 60 years. So, if both lose a combined absolute amount of 5 years per another forcefully transferring his/her burden of responsibility and risk hence imposing, intruding, intervening, inferring, impounding, each actually lose the relative amounts of 16.6% versus 8.3% of respective life-spans of 30 versus 60 years. The criminal, private, social, electoral, political or military nature of force does not change the equation, nor if voluntary, for the absolute as well relative amounts of human time lost are the same consistently. Although to critically distinguish, the use of force always gives rise to an ethical dilemma whether recognized as such or not, while nonexistent if voluntary.

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And so fuck you, merci beaucoup, your intentions strewn
Quite cruel at core, though “good” as boasted then crooned
Masses jejune, by it easily swooned, yet a few or remnant
Of odd raiment, curious drink as well eccentric temperament

(Empirical oppose to imperial, logical oppose to fantastical
Reasonable versus irresponsible, ethical versus egotistical
Flawed of course per human propensities to err and excess
The chutzpah upon force as often sarcastically obsessed)

Lies are truths, truths are lies, reaffirmed if asserted twice
Recited thrice to suffice vogue hysterics pining for paradise
Arbitrarily rooted, emotionally instituted, hatefully refuted
Every critical consideration maniacally deemed as ill suited

Covetousness reeking, Preoccupation seeking, Possession
Oblique’ing, of course, per Elation piquing by the Pretention
Clamorous for more, amorous tho’ hoar, Moderation abhorred
As Psychosis’ lovely folklores slur Narcissism’s post-wars

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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.




Copyright © 2019 by D.C. Quillan Stone

Monday, May 27, 2019

More on Human ABILITY to REASON, Human RIGHT to CONSENT - Proem & Poem No. 118

Most likely to be published later this summer or fall of 2019, my 11th book entitled appropriately; More 100 Proems & Poems on the Peculiar Human ABILITY to REASON, Singular Human RIGHT to CONSENT & Other Neglected Matters. The following will probably be included upon further editing, and front cover a slightly modified yet appropriate version of the previous....


PROEM & POEM No. 118 - Burden of Responsibility and Risk / 1st Reprise


      As stated previously (see No. 117), if another person bears voluntarily the responsibility and/or risk, nonexistent is the additional burden normally by the use of enforcement, although not without negative residuals. Upon transferring the burden, exasperated are the actor’s ever-present human propensities for error and excess, marginal initially however exponential ultimately. For the actor, now relieved of responsibility and/or risk, lacks incentive to moderate or constrain when pursuing self-interest. No longer vulnerable to the natural state of human activity, the actor increasingly errs and excesses until one or more sustaining, enabling, co-depending dynamic wanes then ceases hence fails, thereby the resulting personal crisis.  

      Now consider the same immoderation per one burden transferred to another voluntarily, when coercively soon compounded hence complicated by the newly acquired burden of responsibility and risk upon the actor’s human activity of enforcement. However this is isn’t the end of it. The new burden never remains static but proportionately increases as those initially dissented therefore continuously coerced resent, resist, and more so as the condition persists intolerably even deplorably.

      It follows. Moral teachings within the various contexts religious, theological, spiritual, philosophical, ideological, educational consequently social as well political cannot achieve any measure of moderate character without human activity’s burden of responsibility and risk. Regardless, undeniably constant is this burden or dynamic, either preexisting human existence or immediately present upon two or more individuals encountering (an interesting parallel, Mt 18:20). To go further, the burden is the moral teacher, naturally ordered or divinely instituted, Darwinian if so evolved or Biblical if so created, personal perspectives or preferences matter not, it unavoidably, inescapably just is.

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The immoderate sorting, cavorting, escorting, opportunists
Colluding as whores, accruing thus more with political artists
Deluding with clipped coins, denuding, stripping to purloin
Overtly too, from pocket to purse, along loin, down to groin

Privacy, propensity, property as well; all sacred as one Ism
Ergo singularly and so the Right, else endless the schisms
Infinite the lists, bills, articles, instead to Consent or Not
Resent those who ought regard and respect the Human Lot

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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.




Copyright © 2019 by D.C. Quillan Stone

Sunday, May 26, 2019

More on Human ABILITY to REASON, Human RIGHT to CONSENT - Proem & Poem No. 117

Most likely to be published later this summer or fall of 2019, my 11th book entitled appropriately; More 100 Proems & Poems on the Peculiar Human ABILITY to REASON, Singular Human RIGHT to CONSENT & Other Neglected Matters. The following will probably be included upon further editing, and front cover a slightly modified yet appropriate version of the previous....


PROEM & POEM No. 117 - Burden of Responsibility and Risk


      Each and every action carries with it the inherent thus unavoidable burden of responsibility and risk, defining since antiquity the natural state of human activity. First, the actor bears the responsibility thus cost of the action by exerting labor and/or expending resource. Second, the actor bears the risk thus outcome of the action by enjoying the increment and/or enduring the detriment. 

      However on the actor’s behalf, another person may bear responsibility and/or risk, voluntarily if have consented thus acceptant or coercively if have dissented thus resistant, albeit never negating nor mitigating rather merely transferring the burden. With that said, it is intellectual whimsy, fantasy even psychosis, to contemplate society or human activity without individual burden of responsibility and risk. Any Utopian attempt results to a few, some or many transferring in part at best their burden upon others to additionally bear. To say “transferring in part at best” implies trading one human activity for another thus unavoidably trading one burden for another.

      It is true by whip, gun, threat or law the actor may force another to plow his/her field, work his/her shop, provide his/her sustenance, maintenance or extravagance, or subsidize his/her expense or debt, however now engaging in the action of enforcement directly or indirectly, still carrying with its own unique burden of responsibility and risk. The actor as enforcer either by gun or vote not only is logically unethical but economically foolhardy. For the burden unique to force (another word for violence) is not equally tradable but additional, perhaps exponential, compounding and complicating the responsibilities and risks inherent to all nonviolent human activities. In contrast, if another person bears voluntarily the responsibility and/or risk, the additional burden per the use of enforcement is nonexistent, still, not without negative residuals (see No. 118).

      It is not difficult to imagine by resorting to force the newly induced overhead thus expenditure of labor and resource, in addition to the moral dilemma per the disregard for the Singular Human Right to Consent or Not Consent on all matters, inseparably the disrespect for the Peculiar Human Ability to Reason.

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And so it goes the lofty struggle; inner woes and outer throes
Uttered prose of expletives adorned of woolgathering clothes
Masses lowing by prodding, tossing to and fro per friary
O the pedantic bawdry upon longstanding scholastic tawdry

(Her scarred hand outstretches into the sleepless night
As midnight mourns and scorns the approaching twilight 
Hence the laborious morn, partly to keep, thus she weeps
For her misery heaps while Solomonic factotums reap)

Ah the symphonic motives `yond every ceremonial totem
Narcissistically erected by egotistically masturbating locums
Pro tem the randy arrangement, pretending the sustainment
Until the tallied estrangement, to fulfill the inevitable payment

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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.




Copyright © 2019 by D.C. Quillan Stone

Friday, May 17, 2019

RHYMES on RYE Nos. 1-32 as part of The MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS

A consolidation of the same rhymes scattered throughout the trilogy and book The MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS & Other Poetic Mysteries...




Rhyme on Rye No. 1

As bawdy the crass sax, or perhaps paramours' brass sex
Words form then stack, betwixt thighs' impasse vexed
He her rex and she his text, the poet's verse un-tersely
Pretzel'ing below the canopy's white lace so transversely

Rhyme on Rye No. 2

Mercy eludes, then grace concludes, while two strews
Amid the satin scattered, under the eiderdown skewed
Later undone, upon limbs flung, as passion's corpses
So love spoiled, and mortals un-coiled; their quiet crisis

Rhyme on Rye No. 3

Scattered the chalice shattered on history's cold floor
Water splattered, as goddamn blood, on misery's door
Like fallen lovers in passionate wars, blown the petals
Of rose to drenched furrow, by lust's wrenched fettle

Rhyme on Rye No. 4

While drunk brutal by duplicity, sipped from antiquity
Fitly, memories mid tattered kodachrome photography
Bored by wallow, hording the fallow, seeking release
Yet reeking of obese sorrow, fattened by non-caprice

Rhyme on Rye No. 5

Blindness curtains, consummating the second show
The last reckoning in solo, within littered theater rows
Exits dim, she turns to him, he discerns the chagrin
As shadows belong, unrelenting; death's song and gin

Rhyme on Rye No. 6

Fits intense by curious itching, such feared bewitching
Hence queer twitching, as eyes widen by livid pitching
So fibs lessen by ditching, betwixt twain supple fawns
`Low fain lunar dawn, disdaining pride, waning brawn

Rhyme on Rye No. 7

Oh yore's smirk, lore's curt frown, per damn metaphors
Cloaked storms gowned by social norms (a fuckin' hoar)
Hence sounds of silent words, while neon twilight stirs
The felines' purrs and canines' slurs, as whiskey ensures

Rhyme on Rye No. 8

Charting the whole, `low streetlamps on cold benches
Sorted souls' intermission, cramped in gutters' stenches
From bar stools to fools, smearing the human shadow
Down grayish sidewalks nicely iced, to hazy hollows

Rhyme on Rye No. 9

O their irony; mirth, dirge, or mere dearth, within skirt
And `neath blouse, to rouse and douse, while lust smirks
When love shirks it's duty (per poetry's chimerical fires)
Crumpling stockings on trousers, piled as funeral pyres

Rhyme on Rye No. 10

Ah, the daily fuss, goddamn eve’s maddening rush
Suited cowboys to gin mills, to fill their mulled hush
Dirtier the martinis, flirtier the ladies, as perceived
Love believed by pairs heaved, till each tab received

Rhyme on Rye No. 11

Bypassing the rife harassing, to prowl, slink and creep
Into penumbras deep, among swelter then shit in heaps
Death too bereft to expire, one’s breath inept to suspire
Liken prayers for mortal spires, or truth dared by liars

Rhyme on Rye No. 12

Amassing the knifed passing, oh howls per jinxed reap
Grim the tundra concrete, while her weltered ardor leaps
Like Abel clept, life not kept, per hatred thus hot desire
Till two paramours slept restless in loveless, lustful ire

Rhyme on Rye No. 13

Reeking of schemes unseen, preened by conundrum
As his sax arched her moan, her sex enlarged his hum
Ever last and anon so cast subtly, oh love’s lost finale
For atop morrow’s bureau in view; sorrow’s challis

Rhyme on Rye No. 14

“Seeking of reams teemed with screams un-succumbed
O’er cornet’s tones, as blood bleeds along spilled rum
From first, his alpha-kin, to last, her omega-sin madly
Upon tomorrow’s dying, after multum in parvo killing”

Rhyme on Rye No. 15

“Freakin’ twain as team tho’ oppose, as thorn and rose
`Twixt corn in rows thus lost, on floor mid undone clothes
Spun within till shunned again, so goes paramours’ lust
As the pair heaved, cleaved to leave, their fuckin’ cusp”

Rhyme on Rye No. 16 (reprised of No. 7 revised)

Oh yore's smirk, lore's curt frown, per damn metaphors
Stoke the storms of reciprocal norms (all fuckin' hoars)
Latter rounds of violent words, while neon twilight lurks
As felines covert, and canines overt, work the un-alert

Rhyme on Rye No. 17

Mind’s knick-knacks scatter, as tits-for-tats on platter
Upon drunk mad-hatters’ pilfering, mid deafening clatter
Ah, love’s tattoo undone, feels good as killer’s revenge
Fitly stung, rung and hung by hangman’s lustful binge

Rhyme on Rye No. 18

Thrilled by the killing spree, skilled by the swilling free
Blood and buzz, just because, as reaper grimly emcees
Till all sprawl to prostrate, aft’ brawl and broken plates
Fear innate, tears translate, inner silence’s altered state

Rhyme on Rye No. 19

Elixirs swilled as real, ah logic lost, per anagogic lines
Amongst purrs, slurs, by nightclub felines and canines
Sensuality stirred, garnished by olive, later her lipstick
Rim so smudged, hem then nudged, his usual shtick

Rhyme on Rye No. 20

Else, lovers’ stints and fits, scents from previous skits
Flicks then devious flits, o’er whiskey’s schizoid-wit
Dirty martini’s android-moods, ah nonetheless broods
Subtly duels, `tween monotony’s psycho-pistol feuds

Rhyme on Rye No. 21

O lady he so loves, on bar her drink, gun and gloves
Mary sips, to her lips his blood, and their lust thereof
What fuss, hot as musk, fraught the dusk with death
Liken Duncan caught mid thrust, envy and Macbeth

Rhyme on Rye No. 22

Lies oft are, cloaked by ties, coats, hats like old czars
As actors too, some ramblers, spilling tumblers on bars
Fools on stools, rarely a few, on par the colloquial ruse
Wide and far the usual excuse, till paid the rude Muse

Rhyme on Rye No. 23

As gun-smoked films noir, and hate-stoked dames are
The unexpected usually, unsuspected presumably starred
In spars and schemes bizarre, to mar, scar, for all to see
O her revenge cold, as barren wold or endless cruel seas

Rhyme on Rye No. 24

Ah the hiss faint in mind, beyond kiss of suspected kind
Expected as blind, by love sublime, however maligned
Oh the serpentine and brass ring, elusive and conducive
By the guile upon the guileless, such the wiles collusive

Rhyme on Rye No. 25

Like befalling Stygian shrouds, so darkness upon stage
While 100 candles flicker, till flamed to a vicar’s rage
O symphonies of everybody’s lies, their Lust connived
Love incised, Hate canonized, as 100 more vilely die

Rhyme on Rye No. 26

 Whiskey arouses souls, like bloody tattoos incite flesh
By ills in thrills enmeshed, as chaff-n-wheat pre-threshed
So are facts killed, else skewed, by inebriation’s effects
Too wrecked to judge, to deflect nudges then neglects

Rhyme on Rye No. 27

 Whiskey douses whole; love’s affairs, later life’s wares
Staring fraught, dreaming lost, such insistence for despair
Fairest not the ego, darkest the soul ergo, forever 3:00 AM
Suspending in goddamn ends, while pretending to begin

Rhyme on Rye No. 28

Whiskey espouses wise, as twilight rises until love dies
Lust despises of course; causes cavort, effects chastise
As advised per eternal praxeology of temporal sexuality
Such coitus of Passion and Reason, a divine sensuality

Rhyme on Rye No. 29

Damnation rings, by obsessed things, as little-kings within
Reason lacking, inner-trolls stacking, racking to bitter ends
Blending the ash-n-cinder, descending on litters of corpses
O monotony’s lovely courses and insanity’s rutted forces

Rhyme on Rye No. 30

Adrenaline’s mind-fuck, within bars’ muck and swap
Prating malaprops, inflating luck, amid vomit mopped
Aft tricks nonstop, such belated drops; blood and tears
Fitly, propensities’ mud in humanity’s coils and gears

Rhyme on Rye No. 31

Her milk, his wine, till final rhyme, since first night
Quenched hence his thirst, `tween her moist twilights
Drenched shirt on skin, clenched skirt by four fists
Passion like cyst, burst per curse, alas their last tryst

Rhyme on Rye No. 32

Silk lilts then saunters, off back, over left shoulder
Baton’ed by airy symphony, while moods wax bolder
Crooning from gulf to bluffs, along hips `neath slip
Lips to flesh, sips of sweat, enmeshing in odic scripts


Copyright © 2018 by D.C. Quillan Stone


Saturday, May 4, 2019

More on Human ABILITY to REASON, Human RIGHT to CONSENT - Proem & Poem No. 116

Most likely to be published later this summer or fall of 2019, my 11th book entitled appropriately; More 100 Proems & Poems on the Peculiar Human ABILITY to REASON, Singular Human RIGHT to CONSENT & Other Neglected Matters. The following will probably be included upon further editing, and front cover a slightly modified yet appropriate version of the previous....


PROEM & POEM No. 116 - What Is Politics / 4th Reprise


      Though risking the appearance of redundancy, intellectual density, brevity and/or vanity compounded by psychological naivety, sensitivity and/or frailty necessitate logical reiteration over and over again. Hence my apologies for insistently saying so thus persistently doing so.

      All politics are discussions then implementations of "force" disguised by expedient and/or benevolent terms, intellectualized as intriguing, alluring, endearing even titillating isms, however achieved by the sufficient gathering and colluding of the consented so to coerce the dissented. Imperatively as well axiomatically the moral burden of proof rests on those who embrace their preferred form of politics as something other than first covetousness followed by presumption then arrogance and finally violence manifested as nothing more than force arbitrarily legalized.

      While composing the prior paragraph, an event transpired that properly exemplify; Scots demonstrating (once again) in favor of national independence. Although media’s usual slipshod methods reported conflicting numbers in participation, it matters not whether it was most, many, some, few or just one for the sake of argument. For among the various events in recent years of similar intent and purpose were supporters of secession so to (ironically) rejoin the European Union upon Great Britain’s departure (i.e. Brexit). Others still would prefer the status quo of course, while a few eccentrics (per this poet’s sympathies) romanticize the autonomy of clans to be as modern city-states. Obviously, there was, still is and never will be agreement.

      Let us be clear, without exception the aforementioned factions politically argue on equally arbitrary grounds. For it is also quite true, the consent of the majority is not the same as the consent of the people, that is, the consent of each and every affected individual, contrary to the usual arrogance by politicians and journalists promulgating on behalf of the citizenry as a whole. Logically, the majority is categorically on par with the minority, elite even tyrant, all seeking sufficient consent so to forcefully impose, coercively intrude upon the remaining dissent. It is at this critically unavoidable juncture the ethical dilemma prevails as irresolvable per any political, societal or communal suggestion less than consensual unanimity.

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Firstly cursed then allayed, perversely flayed as well filleted
(In the name of Common Good, the Goddess grandly laded
And paraded she or he as shaman the goddamn straw-man)
Individualism thus versed at tierce as pyres blaze by demand

Ayn Rand prophesied with an authoritatively novel shrug
Contra to government’s grain and socialists’ psychedelic drug
Ludwig von Mises wrote in stride along praxeological fashion
As did Frederic Bastiat, decades prior, with stylistic passion

Insomuch of Reason, much like inamoratos, such paramours
Ah garments of truth they bore (like the Pauline whole armour)
Still as then, from wars of yore to whores of modern pharaohs
Posing as Logic’s Moses, forewarning of death-angel’s shadows

Though vulnerable to the vultures, among polity then majority
And the covetous; feasting, fucking, fighting as highest priority
Biased morality as well (if one could proverbially call it that)
Upon climatic superficiality per erudite masturbators’ tit-for-tat

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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.




Copyright © 2019 by D.C. Quillan Stone

More on Human ABILITY to REASON, Human RIGHT to CONSENT - Proem & Poem No. 1xx

Most likely to be published later this summer or fall of 2019, my 11th book entitled appropriately; More 100 Proems & Poems on the Peculiar Human ABILITY to REASON, Singular Human RIGHT to CONSENT & Other Neglected Matters. The following will probably be included upon further editing, and front cover a slightly modified yet appropriate version of the previous....


PROEM & POEM No. 1xx - What Is Greed


      Again, what is greed precisely? By what absolute principle condemns those with "too much" yet excuses those who claim the former as having "too much"? And what is "too much" so well defined, so well understood, so well discerned, thus divinely worthy of public slander and political confiscation? ... (in progress)

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Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.




Copyright © 2019 by D.C. Quillan Stone