ups and downs, or direction matters

First read this from top to bottom,
and then read it from bottom to top, the other way.


Today was the absolute worst day ever

And don't try to convince me that

There's something good in every day

Because, when you take a closer look,

This world is a pretty evil place.

Even if

Some goodness does shine through once in a while

Satisfaction and happiness don't last.

And it's not true that

It's all in the mind and heart

Because

True happiness can be attained

Only if one's surroundings are good

It's not true that good exists

I'm sure you can agree that

The reality

Creates

My attitude

It's all beyond my control

And you'll never in a million years hear me say

Today was a very good day


(C) Chanie Gorkin, 2014

Now read it from bottom to top, if you skipped my upper note.:-)

Saturday evening. I'm still at work :-(

Disclaimer :-) Text contains hidden links to Wikipedia

I still recall a buxom Essex seamstress,
Her bosom tight against a Roman wall;
As ever-faithful witnesses of interest,
My madrigals still haunt the lofty halls.

Alas, those days are gone. The doom befell me;
And, though the time maintains its steady pace,
I'm only after mice these days, so tell me —
What are they worth? And where's the marketplace?


P.S. I'm tired working 6am to 6pm, Monday to Saturday. So decided to spend the very last hour of my working week for learning the text formatting in LiveJournal. Short summary: LJ app ignores most of features available in plain version. The same text looks differently in LJ app and in a browser. This post is a mockup.

Birds

One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
To seem to say good-bye.

Or care so much when they come back;
With whatever it is they sing;
The truth being we are as much
Too glad for the one thing.

As we are too sad for the other here -
With birds that fill their breasts;
But with each other and themselves
And their built or driven nests.

(C) Robert Frost

Two in One

From "First loves: poets introduce the essential poems that captivated and inspired them" (2000-2001),
Margaret Atwood, Canadian writer:
There you have it: first love. Though come to think of it, love was not what I experienced. It usually isn't, with poetry. ... The poem is anonymous...to date at least to the seventeens century, but none of this was known to me at the age of four or five"

I saw a peacock with a fiery tail,
I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,
I saw a cloud with ivy circled round,
I saw a sturdy oak creep on the ground,
I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,
I saw a raging sea brim full of ale,
I saw a Venice glass sixteen foot deep,
I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,
I saw their eyes all in a flame of fire,
I saw a house as big as the moon and higher,
I saw the sun even in the midst of night,
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.


"I can remember that opened up the possibilities of poetry for me - what it could do, how it could mean several things at once, how the familiar and the strange depended upon each other."

I saw a peacock , with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet , drop down hail
I saw a cloud , with ivy circled round
I saw a sturdy oak , creep on the ground
I saw a pismire , swallow up a whale
I saw a raging sea , brim full of ale
I saw a Venice glass , sixteen foot deep
I saw a well , full of men's tears that weep
I saw their eyes , all in a flame of fire
I saw a house , as big as the moon and higher
I saw the sun , even in the midst of night
I saw the man , that saw this wondrous sight.