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The Milkman Cometh

When I see the milkman coming,
I don’t experience an intending.
That logically is the upsumming
up messages that I’d be sending,
but if I stopped to ask him where
he might be heading with the jug,
intention with him I would share,
and could not longer this offshrug.

Written while checking the proofs of my forthcoming book, Legal Friction: Law, narrative and Identity Politics in Biblical Israel:
inspired by words of Ludwig Wittgenstein that I cite on page 52:

When I see the milkman coming, I fetch my jug and go to meet him. Do I experience an intending? Not that I know of. (Any more than I try to walk, in order to walk.) But if I stopped and asked, “Where are you going with that jug? ” I should express my intention.

3/3/09

poem by Gershon Hepner
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Row, Row, Row The Boat

Row, row, row the boat,
gently down the stream
of consciousness, and take close note
of things of which you dream
when working gallingly in galleys,
Ben Hur, condemned to row
until the spirit market rallies,
or falls like Jericho.

Slave, slave, slave, keep writing:
wait not for liberation,
and don’t feel crucified while fighting
lack of inspiration.
Be resurrected when unconscious,
keep jester juices flowing,
on auto-pilot, serving Pontius,
rowing, rowing, rowing.

David West, who is printing the galleys of my forthcoming book Legal Friction: Law, Narrative and Identity Politics in Biblical Israel, sent me an e-mail today which read:

And keep in mind Jack Hawkins’ famous advice to the galley slaves in Ben Hur: “You are all condemned men. We keep you alive to serve this ship. So row well, and live.”

9/23/08

poem by Gershon Hepner
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Surroundings-32

Changing Milkman

As is the milk so is its bell, so is the milkman so changing
Music on air ere the milkman nearing.'Cellphone'sends loud signal
Adulteration overshadowed.Like music like milkman's milk

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Mixed Messages

Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
When I get too close to you
I feel the fear, can almost hear it
Then you call me late at night saying can I be with you
I wanna be with you
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
You keep your thoughts to yourself
You keep me guessing while were undressing
Then youre gone for days on end and
Here we go again
Here we go again
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
It cant keep bouncing around like this
You cut me loose then pull me in for a kiss
If you know what you want
Why dont you tell me, clearly
Wonder why it bothers me
I wonder why I even wonder why
If I had another lover, well, would it get to you
Would I get through
This puzzle of mixed messages
Mixed messages, that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you
Youre sending me mixed messages
Mixed messages that I can hardly work through
Where the heart lies
Which message is coming truly from you

song performed by by Bangles
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To William Carlos Williams, sorta

I would talk to you
of shadows cast by street lights;
but not so much in words

rather, take a walk with you,
say, this is a street I know well,
may we walk together?

not to influence or be insistent,
but rather, see this, and this, so
let’s pause a while here,

perhaps just for a comma, or a space, or
the setting out upon the page,
a walk together,

a poem as a guiding of the reader
in the experience of the poem
I’d like to share,

not as insistence but rather
see it as loving care
as one would unwrap

some treasured heirloom
from its silk wrapping – this
I care for, you should know

and perhaps, as we walk together
through the experience of the poem
there’ll grow, a friendly trust

of imagination shared;
and like old friends, we can then talk
of anything, of everything.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dropped Like a Hot Potato

I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.

I got tired of being unhappy.
And strapped with available nonsense,
On my back.

I've long asked God to deliver me from that.

I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.
Without one regret of being burned.
Or which emotion I dealt with it.
I was not going to allow it to sit.
And nourish on me as if a leech!

I've long asked God to deliver me from that.
I had been whipped into doubt and confusion.
No one had to tell me I was crazed.
I was in the affirmation stage.

I had the fear in me stopped.
And dropped like a hot potato.

And today...
Nothing gets dropped.
Since the fear in me stopped.
To let go of an experience,
That may be too precious to go wasted!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experience Is God

I asked, ‘What comes with birth? '
Born and see, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is said to be education? '
Study and see God ordered!

I asked, ‘What is knowledge? '
Know and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is kindness? '
Be kind and shower, God ordered!

I asked, ‘What is love? '
Share with others, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What pleasure do you get from wife? '
Marry and experience, God ordered!

I asked, ‘Who is child to you? '
Get a child for you, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is old age? '
Become old and observe God ordered!

I asked, ‘What is poverty? '
Toil and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What happens after death? '
Die and see God ordered!

If anyone wants to know what is life,
And he has to experience and know,
Then why are you, GOD?

GOD said, ‘O' poor man,
The experience itself is ME!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Restlessness

I have been blessed
With five senses-
To hear, touch, see, smell and taste,
But words fall inadequate

To express all that I experience,
Even if I take all the right ingredients.
Just as I always do
When I sit down to cook.

I first decide what the family will like to eat,
And then go shopping for the best vegetables and meat
Paying attention to colour and flavours
And washing them in running water with patience

Then chop, puree or make juliennes,
To stir fry them in a pan
I don’t have to measure the spices,
As I let it simmer the aroma rises

As the children walk in they can tell
It’s coming out quite well.
Years of experience
Has fine tuned my culinary skills

But I am still a novice at composing poems, I admit
And wonder when I will reach the finesse of likes of Keats?

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The printed page conveys information and commitment, and requires active involvement. Television conveys emotion and experience, and it's very limited in what it can do logically. It's an existential experience - there and then gone.

quote by Bill Moyers
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Certain Things I Am Learning To Perfect

Can I stop what you 'think'?
No.
Of course not.
I hope I am not showing any intention,
I believe I can do such.
However,
I can be opinionated when asked.
And I am doing my best to leave that activity,
In my past.

But...
I can avoid listening to you,
Bigtime.
You will vanish in thin air,
If I put that in my mind.
Lock you out,
Quicker than a lover I had undercovers.

There are certain things I am learning to perfect.
With a mastering of forgiving myself,
BEFORE I experience regret.

For example...
I 'use' to be the kind,
To express 'first' what entered my mind.
Then experience deep regret...
For using the wrong curse words!
Out of context.

Now...
I can ignore anyone,
Without feeling any remorse at all.
And understandings someone may have,
To be misunderstood...
I can leave behind as if nothing happened.
As if anything I wished not to exist,
Doesn't for me anymore.

And those who have gotten on my last nerve.
With irritation and repeated annoyance?
Are privileged to get a taste of it!
Keep in mind...
I haven't reached perfection yet.
But I am determined to keep practicing.

Stay right there!
I'll show you how it works.
Pray that I am successful.
Okay?

Here I go!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Explored and Treasured

Some of us meet,
With an instant feeling felt...
There is some kind of unspoken history.
An intention sent,
Is recognized as if meant.
A chemistry bonds,
From the heavens and beyond.
And this to us comes...
As if a piece of a puzzle,
Becomes shared from a deck of cards...
That has been dealt!

'I have two aces and two kings! '

~That's not possible.
Is it?
Because I too have two aces,
AND two kings! ~

'What does this mean? '

And what 'does' this mean?
Since we all perceive,
We are here to live lives...
Chronologically spent.
If I feel an energy generating,
I have known before...
Where is that coming from?
When is this going to make some sense?

And...
What is 'IT' that allows,
To open 'that' door?
To be explored and treasured...
Respected and adored.
While most of our experiences,
We accept as lessons taught...
As learning to walk,
Eventually becomes ignored.

~Is The Creator of 'this' experience lived,
Doubling over in laughter?
And wiping from the eyes joyful tears,
That we are caught by surprise.~

'What joke is 'this' experienced?
That 'The One and Only Omnipresent'...
Has us live as if an experiment? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Had It Coming My Way

Standing on the balcony, trembling like a friggin' leaf
Its freezin' cold I must be mad its 4AM and gettin' really f*ckin' bad
There's an end to everything
Some folks are best at when they sleep
More than can be said 'bout me
This is what I asked for and what I need but there's always a price to pay
For quite sometime I've known for sure I've had it coming my way
Coming my way I've had it coming my way
Coming my way I've had it coming my way
Starring blind into thin air eternity one step from here
Pardon me I must have blown a fuse I'd really like to be excused
There's an end...
This is what I asked for...
Coming my way...
This is what I asked for...
Coming my way...
I've had it coming my way ::

song performed by by Quorthon
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Just The Same

Standing on the balcony, trembling like a friggin' leaf
Its freezin' cold I must be mad its 4AM and gettin' really f*ckin' bad
There's an end to everything
Some folks are best at when they sleep
More than can be said 'bout me
This is what I asked for and what I need but there's always a price to pay
For quite sometime I've known for sure I've had it coming my way
Coming my way I've had it coming my way
Coming my way I've had it coming my way
Starring blind into thin air eternity one step from here
Pardon me I must have blown a fuse I'd really like to be excused
There's an end...
This is what I asked for...
Coming my way...
This is what I asked for...
Coming my way...
I've had it coming my way

song performed by by Quorthon
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Will I See You Again

In the dark
Im lying all alone
I just wonder where you are
But I know that you will come
That youll be there
Ive got to walk this lonesome road
To get this of my head
Ive got no time for the living dead
So, Im taking off for higher ground
To get you off my back
You know, you gotta cut me some slack
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Will I see you again
I didnt have the chance to say, Im sorry
Will I see you again
This is more than I can take (from you)
A bottle of moonshine in the evening
And the daymare starts to fade
Now Ive got time for the weekend raid
Im on my own and I cant stay bored,
Ive passed that river long ago
Im not sure Im your friend or foe
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Will I see you again
I didnt have the chance to say, Im sorry
Will I see you again
This is more than I can take (from you)
Ive got to clear my head

song performed by by E-type
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Men're Ungrateful

Woman eludes men,
Intending them to pursue her.
Woman denies men,
Intending them to plead her.
For men are ungrateful
After they trap a woman.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All the music was stopped! !

All da music was stopped
Brought hour to halt
Spookiness prevailed everywhere
Ghosts moving here n there
No sign of life
All da music was stopped
Ppl stopped walking
N I was moving
Feet were tired
Eyes were cruel
There was nobody to save me
I was stopped
All da music was stopped
It tuk away my walk
Heels were high
But peek was low
All da glitter was gone
Wid da mist of his bones
All da music was stopped
Brought hour to halt

poem by Somia Race
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Coming Up

Want a love to last forever
One that will never fade away
I want to help you with your problem
Stick around, I say
Coming up, coming up, yeah
Coming up like a flower
Coming up, I say
You want a friend you- can rely on
One who will never fade away
And if youre searching for an answer
Stick around. I say
Its coming up, its coming up
Its coming up like a flower
Its coming up. yeah
You want some peace and understanding
So everybody can be free
I know that we can get together
We can make it, stick with me
Its coming up, its coming up
Its coming up like a flower
Its coming up for you and me
Coming up, coming up
Its coming up, its coming up, I say
Its coming up like a flower
Its coming up
I feel it in my bones
You want a better kind of future
One that everyone can share
Youre not alone, we all could use it
Stick around were nearly there
Its coming up, its coming up everywhere
Its coming up like a flower
Its coming up for all to share
Its coming up, yeah
Its coming up, anyway
Its coming up like a flower
Coming up

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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At Last, Forever

So why are you holding my hand tonight?
Im not intending to go far away.
Im just slipping through to the back room --
Ill leave you messages almost every day.
And who was I to last forever?
I didnt promise to stay the pace.
Not in this lifetime, babe
But well cling together:
Some kind of heaven written in your face.
So why are you holding my hand tonight?
Well, am I feeling so cold to the touch?
Do my eyes seem to focus
On some distant point?
Why do I find it hard to talk too much?
And who was I to last forever?
I didnt promise to stay the pace.
Not in this lifetime, babe
But well cling together:
Some kind of heaven written in your face.
So why are you holding my hand tonight?
Im not intending to go far away.
Im just slipping through to the back room --
Ill leave you messages almost every day.
And who was I to last forever?
I didnt promise to stay the pace.
Not in this lifetime, babe
But well cling together:
Some kind of heaven written in your face.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Politics is when you say you are going to do one thing while intending to do another. Then you do neither what you said nor what you intended.

quote by Saddam Hussein
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Cant Be Really Gone

Her hat is hanging by the door
The one she bought in mexico
It blocked the wind, it stopped the rain
Shed never leave that one
So she cant be really gone
The shoes she bought on christmas eve
She laughed and said they called her name
Its like theyre waiting in the hall
For her to slip them on
So she cant be really gone
Chorus:
I dont know when shell come back back
She must intend to come back
And Ive seen the error of my ways
Dont waste the tears on me
What more proof do you need
Just look around the room
So much of her remains
Her book is lying on the bed
The two of hearts to mark her page
Now who could ever walk away at chapter 21
So she cant be really gone
Bridge:
Just look around this room
So much of her remains
Her book is lying on the bed
The two of hearts to mark her page
Now who could ever walk away with so much left undone
So she cant be really gone
No she cant be really gone

song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Man has to awaken to wonder - and so perhaps do peoples. Science is a way of sending him to sleep again.

quote by Ludwig Wittgenstein
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