Dear reader, traditional human power structures and their reign of darkness are about to be rendered obsolete.
quote by Buckminster Fuller
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Planned Obsolescence
[ music: dennis drew/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Science
Is truth for life
Watch religion fall obsolete
Science
Will be truth for life
Technology as nature
Science
Truth for life
In fortran tongue the
Answer
With wealth and prominence
Man so near perfection
Possession
Its an absence of interim
Secure no demurrer
Defense against divine
Defense against his true
Image
Human conflict number five
Discovery
Dissolved all illusion
Mystery
Destroyed with conclusion
And illusion never restored
Any modern man can see
That religion is
Obsolete
Piety
Obsolete
Ritual
Obsolete
Martyrdom
Obsolete
Prophetic vision
Obsolete
Mysticism
Obsolete
Commitment
Obsolete
Sacrament
Obsolete
Revelation
Obsolete
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One of the very basic ideas of Post-Modernism is rejection of arbitrary power structures. Different people are sensitive to different kinds of power structures.
quote by Larry Wall
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First, it doesn't surprise me that traditional music has experienced a kind of exhaustion in the 20th century - not forgetting that many musicians started to look outside the traditional structures of tonality.
quote by Pierre Schaeffer
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Women are the backbone of many structures. When you build women, you have built those structures. When you break them, you have broken those structures. That is why, women empowerment should never be taken for granted.
Gift Gugu Mona in Woman of Virtue: Power-Filled Quotes for a Powerful Woman (31 March 2020)
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I suppose that the scope and implications of such forces have rendered my personal accounting ritual pretty much obsolete. That's how things sometimes go.
quote by Brian Ferneyhough
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Living In The Electronic Age
People are in such a state of denial.
The fast pace of time and revelation,
Has kept many stuck,
In traditional mentalities.
People in research to discover,
How life was like...
Back at a time before the civil war,
Are not soon going to recover...
Living in the electronic age.
And those who still believe,
That the TV is a toy...
And annoyed by the power,
It communicates twenty four hours a day...
Are soon going to find their thinking obsolete.
And the price they have paid,
Seeking to live in the lap of luxury.
People are in such a state of denial.
The fast pace of time and revelation,
Has kept many stuck,
In traditional mentalities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nada Mas (only the poem)
Reader, your voice is the poem
you are the words; and
nothing more.
Reader, there is no poetry
unless you speak it.
Reader, there is no sound
you must find what it has to say.
Reader, seek the thought
rising from your soul.
Reader, look all about you, up and down
no one else has come this way.
Reader, there is no other poem
only you among the words of the word; and
nothing more.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Human integrity
The power to be
To continue on being
The power to become
To continue on and run
The power to overcome
To reign over as the sun
The power to be one
To find oneself
To find human integrity.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Who Am I To You?
Dear Dad,
Dear Mum,
Dear Brother,
Dear Sister,
Dear Friend,
Dear Lover,
Dear Reader,
Who am i to you?
I am like the dream you had last night,
But it was already gone when you were awake;
I am like the country and the blues you heard in the club last night,
But i was out of your mind so soon during daybreak;
I am like the Kinshasa Symphony and,
I will always remind you people of my true identity.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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An Apology To The Reader Who Has Written Me A Message I Have Not Answered
AN APOLOGY TO THE READER WHO HAS WRITTEN A MESSAGE TO ME I HAVE NOT ANSWERED
The real apology is not this poem
It is one by one
Reader by reader
Answering each one
Who has ever written me.
It is reading all the poems of others
I do not want to say
A ‘real no’ or a ‘false yes’ to.
It is opening myself
To perhaps a true friend
To perhaps one whose writing
I see better than my own.
The real apology
Is in opening up to the poems of the many unknown others.
Will I do this
Will I give it the time
When I already am guilty
Of not using my limited time
To correct my past work?
Dear Reader,
I apologize, I do not know.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Today... 'God's Dear Son
Rescued from the darkness and saved by grace
When God's Dear Son entered the human race.
Bringing us into the Kingdom of Light
no more to be bound by darkness and night.
The Dear Son of God, the Belovèd.One
rescued us from Satans' dominion
Settle us free from the shackles of sin
when we opened our heart to let His love in.
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That's why editors and publishers will never be obsolete: a reader wants someone with taste and authority to point them in the direction of the good stuff, and to keep the awful stuff away from their door.
quote by Walter Jon Williams
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The Power of the Human Heart
The power of the human heart
Is not measured on a meter
But by the passion it has
The power of the human heart
Can't be seen by the naked eye
But by the effect it has
The power of the human heart
Is not powered by a machine
But by the will it has
The power of the human heart
Can't have a negative effect
But by the strenth it has
A power so great
A power so full
The visions it can create
The visions intact
You can't put on an act
Hope
an angel a bridge
of heart
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Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness
Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness
Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness
a light
of humanity tree
Darkness triumph
In gust of sorrow, does darkness dwell
Eyes open or closed, it hardly quell
Engulfs into heart shell, never to be flare
Here darkness stays virgin, forever to reign
Such purity of darkness, pious than light
Embrace every form, without any bias
Shuns worldly treasure, in emptiness seek pleasure
No light manipulate, such darkness immaculate
And in such darkness, we still feel worried
Nothing but of, our own devious belief
That in light we hardly gaze, in darkness chase
Besiege light illuminated, fails prize integrity
Of human conscience, blight by fragility
Eternity has witness, blindfold justice conquest
Alas! After viciousness, committed in light.
Triumph of darkness, linger in reverberating silence
...rAHUL
poem by Rahul Gade
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Today... 'Dear Son
From the power and dominion of darkness I'm set free
for the Dearly Belovéd Son of God has died for me.
No longer am I bound by the wretched shackles of sin
but I'm strengthened by the power of God flowing within.
Being redeemed and forgiven by His great sacrifice
I've been translated into the kingdom of Jesus Christ.
So I give thanks to the Father who has qualified me
to share the inheritance of the saints eternally.
Delivered from the awful power of darkness are we
transformed by the Spirit into Christ's image we will be.
We are saints in the kingdom of the light of His Dear Son
by His sacrifice we have forgiveness and redemption.
As we now grow in Him and bear good fruit every day
seeking always to please the Dear Son in every way.
Satan can no longer claim or hold upon you or me
because our Lord Jesus has paid the price and set us free.
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What a wonderful phenomenon it is, carefully considered, when the human eye, that jewel of organic structures, concentrates its moist brilliance on another human creature!
quote by Thomas Mann
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Blind Faith
[ alternative version of planned obsolescence ]
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Love, breaks apart is amyth of human kindness
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
Panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
Panic in the worried night the tempting rises
No doubt that shed desire blind faith in all surmises
No doubt that shed desire blind faith in all surmises
No doubt that shed deny blind faith in half-surmises
Because
Any modern man can see that
Any modern man can see that
Piety obsolete
Faith obsolete
Mysticism obsolete
Prophetic vision obsolete
Any modern man can see that
Any modern mad can see that
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
Panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
Panic in the worried night the tempting rises
No doubt that shed desire blind faith in all surmises
No doubt that shed desire blind faith in all surmises
No doubt that shed deny blind faith in half-surmises
Because
Any modern man can see that
Any modern man can see that
Piety obsolete
Faith obsolete
Mysticism obsolete
Prophetic vision obsolete
Any modern man can see that
Any modern mad can see that
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The Architect is just one of a series of works which examine the confrontation of innocence and experience, illustrating the complex ethics of power that exist between reader and writer, critic and artist, the human and the divine.
quote by John Scott
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Reading the paper in the WC without light
Torches should be
square or rectangle
where I can
put them down
and they won't roll
and break
on the ground.
Dear treasured reader
my dilemma has been solved
most satisfactorily
with a small square LED torch
until the power is back on.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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