Unentitled, Installment
Five
Wouldn’t it be nice, imagine, if Leadership were guided by respect and trust, rather than ignorance and contempt, of Intelligentsia’s insight and perception?
Small children like to play
Old ladies like to pray
Some people talk all day
With nothing good to say
Some poets work all day
And still can’t find a way
To move stone hearts and sway
Society’s moré.
“Moré” ©
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Why is the Limerick so effective? To illustrate rhythm’s power, strip away the thoughts, words, ideas, push it all to pure sound, and Hearers can see how just the rhythm can affect feeling (one can almost hear the metronome)
blop-bloppity bloppity-blop.
blop-bloppity bloppity blop.
blip blippoty blip.
blip blippoty blip.
blop bloppity bloppity blop
“pity the blip blop” ©
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, by first building a sense of imbalance and tension, then resolving them, leaving Hearers with a comfortable sense of conclusion. ,,, relief itself often stimulates laughter …
blop-bloppity bloppity-blop,
< here a pattern is introduced, expectations set up >
blop-bloppity bloppity-blop,
< next, familiarity, comfort, satisfaction >
blip blippoty blip,
< Hearer expectation upset – tension >
blip blippoty blip,
< the tension mounts – what’s next? >
blop-bloppity bloppity-blop.
< tension relieved, balance restored, sense of closure >
“pity the blip blop plot” ©
5 lines
In fact the fifth line so satisfyingly closes out the pattern that adding sixth line
blop-bloppity bloppity-blop.
“pity the blop blop” ©
1 line
can throw it back out of balance, stir a feeling of misfittedness or discomfiture, which can be quite useful if that is the desired effect.
Grave trusts, spiting Reason,we’ve breached —
despite high ideals we’ve long preached,
as school boards get ruled
by disinformed tools,
true learning, by fact-banning speech
gets robbed from young minds teachers reach.
“Teacher’s Breach” ©
6 lines
Too bad for us all we keep accepting inherited hatreds, historical wars, ancient feuds renewed anew each new generation, handed down to, but also accepted by, each new generation anew, enduring inequity opulent affluence atop crushing destitution, Few’s luxuriation atop Wee’s desperation enslaved suffering poverty hunger deprived misery at the cost of lost potentials of starved and wasted minds.
I just can’t get my head around the idea that thousands of our children today, any of whom could grow up to cure cancer, world hunger, warp speed space travel, thousands of potential great minds wasted every year, sacrificed to age-old conflicts and wars that stem basically from what some scienceless wandering goatheard said five thousand years ago. Sometimes in Evolution, what’s best for the multiplication of a species is terrible for its individual members, but just like Everyone Else who Ever Lived, we have a chance to make it better.
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