Category Archives: Random Thoughts and Musings

Sweet Well – A Haiku

water clear and sweet
sifts first through sludge and shale
welling cool and deep

~kat

For TJ’s Haiku Hub Poetry Challenge, prompt words, Sweet & Well.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 20 August 2017

I remember every word like it was yesterday…nasty woman, grab em by the pussy, fake news, bad hombres…they’re rapists, if “she” wasn’t my daughter, I’d probably be dating her, why can’t we use nuclear weapons, Russia, if you’re listening…, They don’t look like Indians to Indians”, I am the least racist person there is, laziness is a trait in blacks. It really is, I believe that, women. You have to treat ’em like shit, he’s not a war hero. He’s a war hero because he was captured. I like people that weren’t captured, I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters, okay? I love the poorly educated, knock the crap out of them, would you? Seriously. Okay? Just knock the hell — I promise you, I will pay for the legal fees, I have a great relationship with the blacks, You had some very bad people in that group. You also had some very fine people on both sides, we’re going to build a wall, it will go up so fast your head will spin…please don’t be too nice…so this week, it is Robert E. Lee. I noticed that Stonewall Jackson is coming down. I wonder, is it George Washington next week? And is it Thomas Jefferson the week after? You know, you really do have to ask yourself, where does it stop?

I remember every word…these and others. There are so many others…You know, you really do have to ask yourself, where does it stop?

Darkness is coming this week as an eclipse cuts a horizontal line across the entire country from coast to coast. The nation will be darkest along the path of totality. Isn’t that ironic?

Be safe. Be encouraged. The darkness only lasts for a few moments.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 20 August 2017

we are so easily charmed

muddling puddles

here the sky is green

Wow!” they gasped,

dry with a tinge bittersweet

frail crimson petals clinging

That is how nothing leaves a room.

He didn’t always win.

time to go home

Some people believe tradition is an archaic chain to the past

Prayers for Barcelona

there is no solace

words in unison

poor confabulating fool

heart’s not in it

in the stillness

too bright to behold

it is here and there and nowhere

~kat

A shi sai or 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 shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Confabulate – Friday’s Word of the Day

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Today’s Word of the Day on Dictionary.com, Confabulate, is an interesting word for our times. Basically, it means to talk casually, converse or chat. It originated in 1610’s, from confabulatus,  past participle of Latin confabulari  “to converse together,” from com-  “together” (see com- ) + fabulari “to talk, chat, “from fabula “a tale” (see fable ).

It has a second meaning though, coined in psychological circles in 1924, that has found its way into our current dialog. Wikipedia offers a comprehensive look:

Confabulation is a disturbance of memory, defined as the production of fabricated, distorted, or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world, without the conscious intention to deceive. Wikipedia goes on to explain, people who confabulate present incorrect memories ranging from “subtle alterations to bizarre fabrications”, and are generally very confident about their recollections, despite contradictory evidence.

There are several theories related to confabulation but one that caught my attention is the theory that proposes that confabulations represent a way for memory-disabled people to maintain their self-identity. And there are a host of disorders associated with frontal lobe injury or disease that present with some of the signs and symptoms associated with confabulation:

Signs and Symptoms of Confabulation:

  1. Typically verbal statements but can also be non-verbal gestures or actions.
  2. Can include autobiographical and non-personal information, such as historical facts, fairy-tales, or other aspects of semantic memory.
  3. The account can be fantastic or coherent.
  4. Both the premise and the details of the account can be false.
  5. The account is usually drawn from the patient’s memory of actual experiences, including past and current thoughts.
  6. The patient is unaware of the accounts’ distortions or inappropriateness, and is not concerned when errors are pointed out.
  7. There is no hidden motivation behind the account.
  8. The patient’s personality structure may play a role in his/her readiness to confabulate

Of course, there is a distinction between true confabulation and outright lies; that distinction being that the one confabulating truly believes the fabricated story they are telling, sometimes with such conviction that those listening may find themselves wondering if it is not indeed true. This can be problematic if the suffering individual’s illness is left unchecked, (thinking out loud here, confabulating if you will) especially if the individual confabulating is in a position of power or authority. I’ll let that settle with you for a few seconds.

It may be just me, but I am deeply concerned about the state of mind of our current chief executive. He seems to confabulate in waves, with lucid calculated, manipulating speech interspersed. Vulnerable, gullible people who are easily manipulated seem blind to the difference, believing his confabulations over verifiable fact. Believing I say, but what is most disturbing is their veneration of his statements because, they say, “he says what I think”. This realization is the scariest thought of all.

A few haiku for you then. Thanks for joining me for this confabulation on a most interesting word.

people watched aghast
poor confabulating fool
his mind sundowning

the truest old friends
confabulate for hours
words in unison

there is no solace
in confabulated yarns
that never happened

~kat


The Power of Adversity

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“Closet-Shower by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome.  —Booker T. Washington

“Hurry it up Lucy! I gotta goooo!”

“Almost done, Stuuuu-eeey,” Lucy snickered, delighting in the thought of him dancing outside the door, clutching his groin.

“Okay!” Stuart squealed. He knew she didn’t mean it. She never did. His only goal was to avoid further humiliation by restraining nature’s call until granted access to the privy. He didn’t always win. Eventually he figured out that he could avert the entire ordeal by rising 15 minutes earlier every morning.

Years later at a family gathering Stuart thanked his sister for inspiring his success.

“What? Whatever Stu-ey!” Lucy didn’t get it of course.

~kat

Another 100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge prompted by her photo of a closet-shower above. This week I had two different stories pop into my head.


Displaced

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Field

She winced at the bruised reflection emerging, scored by the shrill squeal produced by the slow, circular motion of her wet hand on the mirror.

“I loathe you, you know.  You’re weak. You’re nothing!” She surrendered to the voices in her head, letting them to spill through her lips, hot tears burning her swollen cheeks.

No one believed her; not even the women. He was an esteemed community leader…board chair for the battered women’s shelter, a church deacon, little league coach.

She packed a few belongings and disappeared quietly; no note, no goodbyes. That is how nothing leaves a room.

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge prompted by her photo of a closet-shower above.


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