Monthly Archives: January 2018

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 January 2018

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Why do I do it? Why do I wear my heart and soul on my sleeve, speak my truth, fight for justice and sanity, for compassion…for love? Does it even matter?

Well, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that It does. It does matter. Truth matters. Justice matters. Sanity…well, sanity is kind of important. Compassion matters so so much. And Love. That’s a no-brainer. All those things matter because sometimes we forget.

Sometimes the darkness feels too dark; sometimes the obstacles too great. Sometimes I let fear get the better of me. Sometimes I feel broken and discouraged. Sometimes I just want to give up, crawl under a rock and sleep. That’s when I need the light of others. It matters.

We are like fireflies fluttering in the darkness. A flicker here…another there…and another.  Each glimmer lets us know we’re not alone. We’re definitely not alone.

Yeah…it matters.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 January 2018

and frankly…can I be frank?
a symphony of light
candle on the table flickered
fire and ice collide
healing would be possible
words professing peace and love
dark house echoing
up close
slogging for success
you are afraid
a fool who lingers
morning comes
but it is too soon

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Saturday Magnets

I heard a bird’s

sweet song, happy

for winter’s warmth

out of season, and there

were blossoms blooming…

but it is too soon

frost is coming

under the starry night

sky it’s easy to believe

in dreams, making

promises that we

won’t keep…then

morning comes

I am just a

fool who lingers

a bit too long

in my head

bleeding poetry with

each heart throb

you could shine like

a diamond crushed

into a thousand

tiny bits, but

you are afraid

of flying

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online


Sisyphean – Friday’s Word of the Day

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Today’s word of the day on Dictionary.com is Sisyphean. It means, endless and unavailing, as labor or tasks; of or relating to Sisyphus. It  Entered the English language in the 17th Century.

So who was this Sisyphus fellow that the word is referring to?

Well, according to Greek mythology, Sisyphus was the founder and King of Ephyra (known today as Corinth). He was a vile, dishonest ruler with a very high opinion of himself. He took pleasure in killing travelers and guests to his kingdom as a way of exerting and maintaining his authority. This however, was a violation of xenia (“guest-friendship”) the ancient Greek concept of hospitality; the generosity and courtesy shown to those who are far from home and/or associates of the person bestowing guest-friendship.). Sisyphus was not concerned with the rule of law and even considered himself much more clever than Zeus. For his hubris, Zeus punished King Sisyphus by forcing him to roll a huge boulder up a steep hill, only to have it fall back down the hill. He was condemned to repeat this futile exercise for eternity. And this is where we get our word of the day. Things that are never-ending yet pointless are said to be Sisyphean.

Wikipedia also offered a few other scholarly references to things Sisyphean. ‘According to the solar theory, King Sisyphus is the disk of the sun that rises every day in the east and then sinks into the west. Other scholars regard him as a personification of waves rising and falling, or of the treacherous sea. The 1st-century BC Epicurean philosopher Lucretius interprets the myth of Sisyphus as personifying politicians aspiring for political office who are constantly defeated, with the quest for power, in itself and “empty thing” being likened to rolling the boulder up the hill.

In Plato‘s Apology, Socrates looks forward to the after-life where he can meet figures such as Sisyphus, who think themselves wise, so that he can question them and find who is wise and who “thinks he is when he is not”.’

More recently, J. Nigro Sansonese, building on the work of Georges Dumézil, speculates that the origin of the name “Sisyphos” is onomatopoetic of the continual back-and-forth, susurrant sound (“siss phuss”) made by the breath in the nasal passages, situating the mythology of Sisyphus in a far larger context of archaic (see Proto-Indo-European religion) trance-inducing techniques related to breath control. The repetitive inhalation–exhalation cycle is described esoterically in the myth as an up–down motion of Sisyphus and his boulder on a hill.

In experiments that test how workers respond when the meaning of their task is diminished, the test condition is referred to as the Sisyphusian condition. The two main conclusions of the experiment are that people work harder when their work seems more meaningful, and that people underestimate the relationship between meaning and motivation.

Once again, Dictionary.com is having a bit of fun with us. There are certain leaders, who shall remain nameless, who seem to embody Sisyphus in our times. I’m not going there today. I can think of another application for this word, given that I am on lunch break from my 9-5 droning means of survival. But it is Friday. The weekend offers a bit of relief from the rat race. Have a good one.

slogging for success
is a Sisyphean rut
who you know matters

~kat


Merlin…Up Close

For The Daily Post’s Weekly Photography Challenge, Prompt: “Variations on a Theme“.

Photographed using an iPhone 6s, collage placement using the app, ‘Collagable’ and graphically enhanced in the app, ‘PicsArt’.


Empty

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photo by Thomas Shellberg via Unsplash

dark house echoing
empty nest
gone are her children

~kat

A Lune Poem (5/3/5) for Sonya’s Three Line Tale challenge inspired by this photo by Thomas Shellberg via Unsplash