Porthole

Whitescape: the shrinking world fading to white

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  ███████          PORTHOLE           ███████

SPRING: 5 Jalal 177 (12 April 2020)
O SON OF THE SUPREME!
I have made death a messenger of joy to thee.
Wherefore dost thou grieve?
I made the light to shed on thee its splendor.
Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?
- Hidden Words of Bahá’u’lláh A32

MY THOUGHTS

Whitescape: the shrinking world fading to white. Today the wind and snow should blow through my brains and disperse the clouds of deception and doubt. Alack, not happening.

WEATHER

-1°. 10 p.m. in Missoula
3°. 12 a.m. in Buffalo
0°. 11 p.m. in Bismarck
16°. 10 p.m. in Denver; storm coming your way.

IMAGES

White.

POULTRY

Today's poetic offering, "AI AI AI": "April 11 poem--technology or artificial intelligence" 

Yesterday's poem, a villanelle: "April 10 prompt: an instance or pattern of repetition" 

"My Word" poem in free verse for this week: "You dreamed this path" 

PORK

I write flash fiction for "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" . Some days I'm inspired and can write something in less than 30 minutes. Other days? I prefer the prompts that are three words. I can weave words and images. But oddly, a line of dialog I find more restrictive. So none yet today.

READING

"Guardian of the Veil" by Gregory Spencer, page 272.

QUOTE

"Don't forget, Perce. You can't read everything you believe." page 219

MOVIETIME

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

MY LIFE and SENIOR CENTER and COFFEEHOUSE

Staying inside. Staying alive. Spoke to Lavinia and Adam in the hallway. The walls close in. But at least I have plenty of coffee.

O PINIONS!

Edited comment I made on spacebook: "No ... I don't think Biden is evil. I didn't think Hillary was either. All those white middle class folks need to think outside their tiny little boxes: it's not all about them. There are reasons why Biden in particular has support in the LGBTQ and African-American communities. Why poor immigrants will support him and yes, even women who care about who controls their womb. Is this just a pity party for perfectionist 'progressives' who aren't getting their way. For some of us, this is about our ability to live peacefully without fear for our lives."

Added note: I refuse to identify with a partisan political party but I'm more a social-democrat in the Swedish sense so I prefer Sanders/Warren/Buttigieg, but I believe that "perfection can be the enemy of the good". If there were a progressive member of the GOP I'd gladly support them as well.

WATT'S GNUS

A plan to defeat coronavirus finally emerges, but it’s not from the White House WaPo

         The test, track, quarantine idea is why I felt safe in Taiwan. True, the USA isn't set up for that culturally or legally, but you can't have it both ways. Americans shouldn't bitch about not being able to see their dying loved ones or go to their funerals while they insist they have rights to congregate whenever and wherever they want under the guise of religion or 'this is essential'.

Queen Elizabeth does it again:



BLOGVILLE

I told Jaeyne of the Free Fab Five that I don't post my picture on the internet but wish I could. Other than those frequent bad-hair days ... I just look like any other decrepit old man with a white beard (some have said ... a bit like Richard Dreyfuss). I seldom wear red for obvious reasons. To explain for those who don't already know: when I left and lost everything years ago I cut off my friends (oh ... I kept in touch [with some], but at a distance) because I was deeply hurt ... but also because I had a social-psychopath threatening me. I hope he thinks I'm dead. So ... no I don't post pictures of me at spacebook nor here. Sadly, after over 15 years I still don't feel safe.

I told Katya the Poet : I write ... because ... well not to mention any names ... but ... SOMEONE has a poetic prod and I must obey.

To 💙 Carly : "Ah ... yes, it's physical distancing [not social distancing]. I just wish we could've followed the East Asian model (masks, testing, tracing, quarantine and treating) rather than what we did.

I live alone. My mother is in hospital; my sister can't go visit her; I wish I had a cat.

Loneliness has a cure: a coffeehouse, a cup of coffee and a daily hug. A cat in my lap would be a bonus."

One June day ... A photo sent to me by Sheila:

                                                                                                                                           

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