September/October poem

Autumn , rain, a hurricane might be approaching

I sit with a watered down glass of wine

An orange cat and a book of poems.

Editorial

I decided to get out of the house, home office. There is no humidity to speak of, the temperature is quite pleasant and I’m waiting for the delivery of a drawing by an artist that painted a painting 2 years ago that I let slip through my hands for good reasons, my wife had just been laid off. The painting was one of those that stayed on my mind all night, a clue that I really wanted it, and just looking at it brought back the memory of the smell, the perfume of the streets of NYC in the early morning when I would be going to The Art Students League. This drawing is the sketch for that painting.

That memory sense, the reality of the past as I remember it, and today all came together the first time I saw it. This brings me to the meat of the editorial, reality and art. Can art, writing, visual representations (film or otherwise) and possibly music, reflect reality or can reality reflect an avant-guard mindset that lays hidden, but yet connected to humans around the globe?

I don’t know the answer to that. What I do know is that sometimes science fiction, and historical prognostication do at times meld with reality. Specifically I am referring to My story They Never Knew a modern Fairy Tale and the reality of cyber war as we hear about it, and then the parts we don’t hear about.

My story was taken from bit of data that were there in the open for all to see if they had a desire to.-no blame just reality. A few years later the national Academy of Sciences published a study on Net-centric Security issues, which outside the specific aim of the subject-The Navy, read like they used my story as an outline.

That was 2010. It’s now 2015 August and what do we have? I still see no coherent response to one of the main thrust of the subject of my story and the NAS book, the lack of inherent security in the devices we use every day due in a great part to where the devices are manufactured and all that that fact implies.  

My story took the facts at the time and with a bit of crystal balling it, I made some wild guesses as to what could possibly occur in our lifetime. And as I have seen are occurring, here and there, and yet, even though I see the hand wringing, and hear the talking-heads speak to the need of hardening the infrastructure, blah blah blah , I only see more of the same problems and potential problems.

So what’s my point?

My point is that we as artists of different skill-sets sometimes see what those in power fail to recognize because of their stupidity, greed, usually lots of greed, and ignorance. I really wrote that story as a “heads up”. Only one person in the field of cyber war called me and in a humorous but serious manner warned me, and I quote, “I would never hear the bullet that got me.”

As Sun Zi said, the ultimate skill of a general is to win the war without firing a shot.  While shutting down the infrastructure is an act of war, no missiles would be fired. The software and hardware made in China would see to that. Only a few switches would be thrown.

Bring the jobs and technology back home.

DECOHERENCE & SYMMETRIES or QUANTUM SCHIZOPHRENIA

The visible----the classic observation made

making all else………. at that point, collapse

Or?

an illusion

@ least becomes a visible alternative;

universes for all the others and I am here

and still sometimes there too?

mentally connected/straddling

wondering did I

OR?

an illusion?

Didn’t  I,

I swear I said it to you……and

you deny that reality.

OR

the other, a dream away,

to happen again as I split away

from this the only trail I have

my only road map

my writing.

OR?

And this too I wonder if the other of me

or where ever or whom ever

his notebook too

full,

thinking, wondering similar things

of poems stories and sketches

classical art, or not.

Did I say that to you?

Or?

(Fini)

I WAS GIVEN A RAFT

What we think, to the limits of our imaginations are

the thoughts of the universe,

restricted by

a speck of dust, a speck of a thought.

A speck of dust, yes, but our thoughts

beyond the immediate us, attempts to grasp

grasp the greater, the whole.

We give it different names, reflecting stretching,

our mindset teaching and aware of our physical finite limits.

 

The truth is and has always been.

It’s a matter of recognition of the

the sign post, as both direction, and limits

some clinging to the sign as the answer.

 

 

 

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