i do. some people think i’m a bit weird, others don’t like to be questioned on how their opinions are formed, others still, enjoy it.
i do it because i have a life long interest in human behaviour. not unsurprising really, for a human.

Now that is real poetry, thank you, I was not aware of it’s existence.

I suppose that I am not going to be left alone in a large room, as there are millions out there with similar stubby candles, lights of hope maybe.

JayD

In my ignorance I imagined the above to be those fellas the MSM like to focus on during demos, the guys who wear black balaclavas. This led me to the thought that I am long past the age of being capable of such behaviour. So I had a listen to Mr. Chomsky to find out his thoughts on the subject, very very interesting. I like the term Socialist libertarian. Thank you for that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=h_x0Y3FqkEI

For info, last week, our national classical music radio broadcast the following nasty tidbit : an American (woman) New York university professor has (pompously, me) decreed that opera is dead, long live.. telereality.

I think that if “one” wants to be capable of “reason” one must.. ban the expression “the elites” from one’s vocabulary at this time….otherwise, one is engaging in demagogy…

I told my husband last night that if Voltaire were magically resurrected and once again among us, he would be absolutely horrified at what HIS fight against demagogy has produced in OUR world.
Sobering thought…

Ha, you are a poet, Stevie Finn, and that pleases me mightily…
You are making a disguised plea for reason though… 😉
I like Caravaggio much better than Murillo, and other Spanish paintings of the Age d’Or ? (just guessing…) where black is so dominant.
But Seurat is not really my tasse de thé, as we say. Not my cup of tea.
Think about what the Bard says in “The Merchant of Venice” :

“That light we see is burning in my hall ;
How far that little candle throws his beams !
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

When the moon shone we did not see the candle.

So doth the greater glory dim the less.
A substitute shines brightly as a king
Until a king be by, and then his state
Empties itself, as doth an inland brrok
Into the main of waters. Music, Hark !

It is your music, madam, of the house.

Nothing is good, I see, without respect :
Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day.

Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam.

The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark
When neither is attended ; and I think
The nightingale, if she should sing by day
When every goose is cacklng, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season seasoned are
To their right praise and true perfection !
Peace ! How the moon sleeps with Endymion, and would not be awaked…”
Act V, 90-109

For you, Stevie Finn, the poet…who doesn’t like small candles…
(We could all be small candles, but… if we all want to be big suns, well… you get the picture.)