Com/pl/ex/it/y

c/a/t

chop, chop, chop, chop it into pieces,

put it back together like a jigsaw.

cl/a/p

chop, chop, chop, chop it into pieces,

put it back together like a jigsaw.

m/ea/n/ing/s

chop, chop, chop, chop it into pieces,

put it back together like a jigsaw.

poetry

chop, chop, chop, chop it into pieces,

put it back together like a jigsaw.

Life.

 

Friday Music Mix Questions and Answers

Hi Steve,

You find me once again chilling on a Friday. Aren’t we all?

So Steve asks this week:-

If I ruled the word

People would be more honest and forthcoming. Might not answer everything but it would be a start. How many times have you wished people would just say what they mean, for the love of god!

Blues In the Night, Katie Melua

‘A man is a two face…blues in the night…My mama done told me’.

If Only I could

Follow Me, Kid Rock and Uncle Kracker

Yup! Follow me! ‘I’ll be the one to tuck you in at night…you won’t find nobody else like me…better off if  you don’t ask why…I make you free…swim through your veins like a fish in the sea…you won’t find nobody else like me.’ A blogger’s mantra?

If I had a million dollars

The Times They Are A-Changing, Bob Dylan

‘The times they are a-changing…better start changing or you’ll sink like a stone…come writers and critics who prophesy with your pen….come senators, congressmen please hear the call…the times they are a-changing …come mothers and fathers…your sons and your daughters are beyond your command….the line it is drawn…the present now will later be past…’

I wish I’d written this!

A cover version. Because the times are changing and still we walk on by while others speak the truth.

And another week passes. Have a great weekend. 🙂 x

More Than Mere Words

Are you ok?

Are you well?

I need to know these things.

When I care, I care.

I can’t make that go away.

Are you thriving?

Are you happy?

Do you need someone?

Is life blessing your days?

Is there a way I can help?

Just say.

Love is what it is.

And spreads.

Be well.

Be blessed by love.

Don’t be afraid.

Or alone.

How are you?

More than mere words.

Battle Of The Sexes? Let’s Get Serious.

I wrote a poem yesterday. A Feeling. What’s new? Well, one of the comments on my poem for starters.

‘Your post is all about him. What about her? Sorry, I am very angry at the ‘so called’ brotherhood of hu-man-ity. Bye.’

I’ll attempt to address this without seeming patronising but I sincerely struggle with anyone’s objection to the use of certain words. There are 152 words in this poem. Five of them may be perceived as referring to gender if wished.

‘His’ references a phoenix. Used as a metaphor.  Three times ‘his’ was used.

‘Humanity’ or’ brotherhood’ to describe the fellowship or unity of homo sapiens as a species.

I have long since passed the need to be politically correct in my use of sex defining pronouns and refuse to write poems that must refer to he/she, him/her etc. And I use other words as I see fit.

My first loyalty is to Spirit that I believe we all are. Next to part of a species – human beings. That is what we are called. Lastly, but no less importantly, to my sex. I am a woman and proud of it but I do not need to prefix every point I make with politically correct lexicon that seeks to subvert common understanding.

‘Hu-person-ity’ would just be ridiculous. ‘People’ did not say what I wanted it to say. ‘Personhood’ would be almost equally ridiculous. I embrace my humanity. And can find no better word to elicit the understanding that is universal in its name.

The etymology and definition of words are there to be researched and understood in their fullest context. Should separatism be seen in words, there is more likelihood that the perception is born of subjective analysis by the reader than overt or subversive intention by the author.

If I saw a man on the street in need of help- and I do mean a man here, one with a penis – would I be less likely to come to that person’s aid than if I saw a woman lying in the same need? Woman as in, ‘I have a vagina’. Of course not. Or is that just me? Are there those whose humanity – compassion, fellowship, charity, mercy – is governed by the sex of a person? Please tell me this is not true. That the perception of humanity is gender defined.

When I say ‘Man’ or ‘man’ in general terms it ought to be obvious to anyone that the reference is to humanity, people, homo sapiens. Give me a better word.

I am aware that in some parts of the world there is an ongoing battle with equality between the sexes in many ways. The struggle continues and I support equality and justice. I fight for equality and justice. For people. All people. Regardless of sex. Colour. Creed. Nationality.

I’ve lived for 53 years now. It does not take even a fraction of that time to come to the conclusion I came to as a very young woman – maybe in my late teens- that those who are enlightened to justice and equality have no need to embark on arguments that belittle common sense.

I accept ‘chairperson’ because it works as a replacement for ‘chairman’. One or two others do too. I can’t even be arsed trying to think of which ones. Seriously, it is beneath me.

When men seek to define women in derogatory ways by using words like slut, whore, bitch, etc. yes I object for there is no real equivalent in speaking of the actions of men unless we start to use, man-slut, man-whore.

There are men and women of goodness just as there are men and women of evil intent. There are men who recognise equality and justice for all just as there are women. To argue otherwise negates half of society and relegates that half to something less than human.

To denegrate the sense of women by entering into nonsensical word changes for the sake of political correctness makes me hang my head in shame. We, as women, are better than that surely. Have more sense than that. Surely?

The same is true for many other forms of politically correct address and simply makes a nonsense of well-reasoned arguments. If the intention is to slur by words then certainly argue your case. But, how often is that the case?

I think I am correct in saying that the USA has become more prone to this type of p.c. nonsense. Correct me if I’m wrong. If you’re bald then you’re bald. ‘Follicly challenged.’ Don’t make me laugh. ‘Vertically challenged?’ You’re short. So what?

There is one human species. There are battles raging among nations. There are people fighting the world over for justice and equality in the name of right and truth.

Let’s stick to the important stuff and stop sweating the trivia. Please. In the name of common sense. And if you want to be taken seriously.

My answer to the commenter was:-

‘I am sorry you feel that any reference to people in words that are universally recognised in meaning should somehow slur womankind. I do not.’

In Dream Quest

I am restless

And the night hangs heavy on my limbs.

Stuttering self-belief

Demands

Answers

To all

But sleep evades.

No possible solution

Suffices

To alleviate

Desire

And explicit

Wanting.

There is nothing.

Nothing.

Only a soul will invite

Indulgence.

A lost soul,

Seeking recompense

And insight.

Searching

Aimlessly

In the night,

Wondering.

No worry….

For all answers

Reveal

In dream quest

As sleep descends.