O thy poems supine thus the writhes...

ONE HUNDRED YEARS / 20 September 2012
by D.C. Quillan Stone

O thy poems supine thus the writhes
For then laze in our passionate maze
Stay instead on bed lustfully moored
In chamber staid, lovingly adorned
For a year and a hundred more

O thy roams align on satin sashays
Entangled arrays as mangled designs
No depravity inner our epical avidity
Such gravity, the stains, once forlorn
For a year and a hundred more

O the loam humid that forms fervid
The furrows per morn then morrows
Widening strides o’er thy full gems
Betwixt the thighs, upon the skin
To thine, a year and a hundred more

O all passionate strings taut within
Symphonies wrung as we commence
To manumit our souls to lucidly pair
Else to wit, akin brave, fair paramours
So the years in a hundred or more

O our rhythms same to lines of rimes
Tattoos into flesh by tines with hues
Wings of blues along turquoise tones
Breath hones breasts by Love reborn
Long in chamber-bed on wintry hour…

For a year and a hundred more

Note:
As published in my 7th book The Third Fall of Race Brook - A Poetic Novel & Poems for J.

Quote by Henry Hazlitt

"Remaining in a state of doubt is unpleasant. The longer the doubt remains the more unpleasant it becomes. But the man who is willing to accept this unpleasantness, the man who is willing carefully to observe, or experiment if need be, to test the validity of his sug­ges­tions, will finally arrive at a solution much deeper, and one which will give him far more satisfaction, than the superficial answer obtained by the man of careless habits of thought."

Henry Hazlitt (1894-1993)

Prior he wrote... "What is essential is that all sug­ges­tions be tested out, either by memory, observation or experiment, in all their implications, and that the tendency be resisted to accept the first solution that suggests itself. For the uncritical thinker will always jump at the first sug­ges­tion, unless an objection actually forces itself into view."

Unfortunately yet accurately, one could easily apply Mr Hazlitt's critique upon most commonly held and popularly admired conclusions of late regarding politics, economics, social issues, rights, ethics even science, history too.

Note:
Taken from his essay later book Thinking as a Science. Highly recommend as well his books Economics in One Lesson and The Foundations of Morality.

Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.

Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.

Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, Two Quotes by D.C. Quillan Stone

Nature rejects the monarch, not the man;
The subject, not the citizen; for kings
And subjects, mutual foes, forever play
A losing game into each other's hands,
Whose stakes are vice and misery. The man
Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame
A mechanized automaton.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Note:
Along a somewhat similar theme, two quotes from my 10th book.

Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.

Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.

TWENTY-FIVE VERSES on SILENCE by D.C. Quillan Stone

TWENTY-FIVE VERSES on SILENCE
by D.C. Quillan Stone

Note:
Odd observations in short verse (or prose I suppose :-) ) as published in the 6th book MIDLAND (Nov 2011) under my then pen name Quillan.

Verse 1:
Then there was silence immaculate, equanimity's lustful echo, and it was good.

Verse 2:
There was silence sublime, the pensive kind of rune then rime, and it too was good.

Verse 3:
There was silence supine broadening, akin mist and fens at twilight, midst her skin he skimmed beholding `low moonlight, and it was good.

Verse 4:
There was silence kissed by wisp of lips, thus adieu as per lisp, and it was good.

Verse 5:
There was silence coupling mid redolence doubling, in drift aft shift of hankered thighs to dank sighs, and it was good.

Verse 6:
There was silence that wept for humanity’s death while kept to breast infancy’s breath, and it was good.

Verse 7:
There was silence cold, caressing to hold both fallen and sullen as resolute latter lay down the rancor, sheathed their sabers, and it was good.

Verse 8:
There was silence ill since the chill, riling the will, stifling the inhale whilst waned by pain to staining pale, as progeny’s cling graced anon easing finality’s sting, and it was good.

Verse 9:
There was silence weary by calluses dreary as drudgery trod upon sultry sod, hot yet copious, vis-à-vis hearth lustrous then girth desirous upon berth amorous, and it was good.

Verse 10:
There was silence vibrant per iron tampered, steel tempered, rivets fisted, jacks assisted by torsos twisted due pneumatic pulsations of passion’s displays, and it was good.

See link for the remaining verses...
https://cafeperq.blogspot.com/2017/02/twenty-five-verses-on-silence.html

Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.

Study, Ponder, Labor, till last Breath.

St Jerome Writing by Caravaggio

Perhaps one classical painting among few others I respect, St Jerome Writing (1605) by Italian painter Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio (1571-1610). Respect even admiration due to both the painting's artist as well subject. Caravaggio, a bit Jim Morrison-esque (in my humble opinion) yet tolerated and commissioned by the Church and patrons for his rare talent. The subject, St Jerome, a scholar of course, passionate writer, translator and more, much credited for his work on the Vulgate, the 4th century Latin translation of the Bible still in use today.

Some personal history. The painting as public domain, was intended to be cropped and used for my 10th book's front cover (of the skull, book, pen in hand only), but publisher refused per museum curator's claim of rights. So tired of wasting time over the debate, I said "F--k it!" and decided to use a graphically modified photo from a past promo shoot by my youngest daughter, thus the implied incarceration of myself, with a peace sign tattooed on my extended palm, all in toxic green :-).

Note:
Enjoying this Sunday morning with a cup of coffee with a bit of rum while listening to Tchaikovsky and Brahms by Moscow RTV Symphony Orchestra. Wonderful!

More on Human ABILITY to REASON, Human RIGHT to CONSENT - Proem & Poem No. 143

Most likely to be published later this spring/summer of 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. 143 - Individualistic / 1st Reprise

      When more and more individuals resist self-reliance while insisting dependency upon others and/or government, worse becomes the economy as well culture, language, discourse, intellect, judgement, fortitude, moral character therefore the whole society.

      When more and more individuals insist self-reliance while resisting dependency upon others and/or government, better becomes the economy as well culture, language, discourse, intellect, judgement, fortitude, moral character therefore the whole society.

      And so go the simplicity thus the consistency in logical observation, truth self-evident, whereas complexity, perplexity, chronic confusion and relentless rejection persist solely per covetousness left unrestrained.

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Keen then preened, often seems on flattened screens
Walking dead as talking heads to surreal the schemes
Silencing the screams, policing hence fleecing, greasing
Dulling the five senses by the late night white-noise’ing

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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. 142

Most likely to be published later this spring/summer of 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. 142 - Individualistic

      Not eighth, ninth, tenth or more as some societal slang or alternative perversion of an otherwise well defined word, rather firstly and secondly listed as well colorfully highlighted the despicable synonyms Self-Absorbed and Selfish for the honorable accolade, distinguishable reference thus adjective Individualistic per a popularly common dictionary.

      Indicative of the insidiousness by government's academic propaganda, journalism's political collusion along with populism's declining effects, a word once regarded as the appropriate pursuit by one of moral constitution, is now equated to that of poor, ill even degenerate character. Consequently, the prophet Isaiah was quite right to warn; Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter (Is 5:20).

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Bread dropped not by ravens, nor drawn water of brook
Oft confiscated by the popular hook else political crook
Per the legal books then hired guns, thus smutty the course
Corrupt and antrorse, steady the truss, bloody the force

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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