SHAKESPEARE’S HOTEL

To sleep, perchance to dream-
ay, there’s the rub,
Albeit troubled by the down
Of Satan’s ass this hotel deigns to dub
A pillow,
As if by naming it so
Those properties inherent
We expect to find
Would become apparent,
A cradle for our neck and shoulders,
Our troubled mind,
As if packing hell into a case of white
Would make it alright,
Would lead us astray
So that we then could say
A pillow, or a rose,
by any other name is just as sweet,
Though we know this analogy
To be incomplete,
For it does not encompass that we feel,
Yet cannot directly see,
The essence of quality,
From a hotel we deserve
Should it serve
To meet us in our earthly and ethereal stream,
To help us sleep,
Ay, and perchance to dream.

UNINVITED

Hey all ya’ll! Have you ever had a momentary slip  and invited someone to your party because you thought it would be a kind gesture and you sort of wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt but then after you’d invited and before the party you dug a little deeper and had a change of heart and realized you absolutely positively without a shade of doubt do not want this person anywhere near your home, your family, or your friends and you are looking for a way to make them:

UNINVITED!

“I thought that I’d invite you,
Out of kindness and respect,
I really was inclined to,
But then your views I checked,
Now I find that you’ve a mind,
Which to be kind,
Is suspect,
So please don’t bother coming,
Your name has just been “x’d”.

A Great Day for the Irish

The post of a good friend, well written, and sentiment shared completely.

Paddy K's avatarSwimming to the Sun

I am rarely proud of my country. I’ve nothing against Ireland, but it always seemed to me a weird thing to be, proud of something over which I had no control. I like Ireland, sure, but I’ve also had to grow up in it, deep in the countryside, where I experienced at first-hand the guilt and harshness and brutality and misogyny and block-headed thickness of the place.

gay-over-gloveBut yesterday the people of Ireland were asked if any two adults could get fully and properly married, regardless of their gender, and they said: sure, why the fuck not? They said it loud and emphatically, bringing back a 62% vote in favour. A resounding YES, allowing any two people in love to tell the world.

I admit many tears as I watched the day unfold on twitter. The 50,000 plus who came home from living abroad just to cast their votes. The…

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DANGLING SHOES

Pristine pairs of shoes,
Hanging from wires and trees,
Couplets of separate meaning,
Swinging in the breeze,
One thinks of people struggling,
With life’s necessities,
And ponders over affluence,
First world luxuries.

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View through Starbucks window in Stockholm

THE DRESS

We’ve long known our reality,
Hinges on whether we agree,
That what we see is what we see,
Our world’s created mutually,
Assured acts of joint creation,
Helped us build civilization,
Though often I’ve had the sensation,
We’d lose our sense of calibration,
That one day we’d end our progress,
Things would unravel more or less,
But I did not know, I must confess,
It’d come down to the colour of an ugly dress!

The Dress

Vinnie Barbarino knows women’s bodies better than Vito Barbieri (but Vinnie ain’t no legislator!)

This week in the journals of GFY, Stupidity On Parade!

Okay, that’s not unusual, there is a lot of stupidity around, and we do like to parade it, but this one still feels like it is in a league all its own.

On February 23, in this year of Cthulhu 2015, Mr.Vito Barbieri, a republican representative in the Idaho legislature (no I can’t bring myself to spell republican with an upper-case R, sue me) raised a serious question during discussion of an abortion bill. He was questioning Dr. Julie Madsen.

The bill in question would ban doctors from prescribing abortion-inducing drugs via video conference, or phone call, thus limiting access to abortion for women in outlying areas. Dr.Madsen was explaining how remote cameras can work in situations such as a colonoscopy, where one would swallow a capsule with a tiny camera that can be operated remotely. This makes sense, because there is actually a connection between the mouth and the colon. It was then that good old VB asked his stunning question, which he later tried to explain away as being rhethorical. He asked Dr.Madsen if the same method could be used for pregnancies. Here is the exact exchange, because you can’t make this stuff up:

Barbieri: “You mentioned the risk of colonoscopy , can that be done by drugs?”

Dr. Julie Madsen: “It cannot be done by drugs. It can, however, be done remotely where you swallow a pill and this pill has a little camera, and it makes its way through your intestines and those images are uploaded to a doctor who’s often thousands of miles away, who then interprets that.”

Barbieri: “Can this same procedure then be done in a pregnancy? Swallowing a camera and helping the doctor determine what the situation is?”

Madsen: “It cannot be done in pregnancy, simply because when you swallow a pill, it would not end up in the vagina.” (Hoots of laughter from the audience)

Barbieri: “Fascinating. That certainly makes sense, doctor.”
His attempt to explain the question away as being rhethorical is hilarious, simply because it is not based in any reality whatsoever. He might as well have asked if it were possible to recruit tiny green spacemen like they have in old Twilight Zone episodes and let them do gynecological exams.

The whole affair raises a slew of questions for me. I have to wonder if Mr.Barbieri  believes  you can get pregnant by swallowing semen. If that were the case one of the few tried and true birth control methods would be thrown out the window, and all those people who have t-shirts reading “I could have had a brother, but mom swallowed” would have to burn them since they would be meaningless. Although it might open up new possibilities for smuggling, and finally provide a scientific basis for the Linda Lovelace phenomenon, that is to say the plotline in the infamous Deep Throat movie.  The storyline goes that her clitoris is located in her throat. In fact, perhaps that’s the sort of resource Mr.Barbieri has used to gather his unique spin on anatomical information.

If there was a direct line from mouth to vagina, I wonder where he thinks the food would go when women eat? No doubt he has an explanation for that as well,  and is probably ready to propose legislation for larger feminine protection products in order to help women with the food overflow, since he is so concerned for them and has his finger on the pulse. He’s not sure exactly where the pulse is, but his finger is there.

Of course if there is a direct line from mouth to vagina, there must be a direct line the other way as well, and that conjures up pictures to disturbing to even consider.

But not to worry, there is no act of anatomical terrorism that legislation can’t deal with, though even as I write that I hesitate slightly, should “anatomical terrorism” actually become a concept. One never knows anymore. Hunter S. Thompson used to say when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. He also said, in a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity. If so, Mr. Barbieri you are a special kind of sinner, a sinner in a league all your own. I take special joy in telling you to GFY, because I realize you might actually try.

(Incidentally, when looking Mr.Vito Barbieri up online, I found there is another Mr.Vito Barbieri who is apparently a doctor in Italy. Given the potential affect on his career should anyone attribute Mr.VB’s inane anatomical quote to Dr.VB, I think he should consider a major lawsuit for potential slander and damage. I’ll have my attornies draft a letter to his attornies, with proper references, because no doubt they’ll just think it is a joke at first.)

ENERGY LEECHES

We should listen to others,

Openly, with a good heart.

We should indeed even listen to what they don’t say.

Prepared to hear both praise, and criticism.

But we cannot listen without filters.

We should not be judgemental in a condemning way,

However we must listen critically, understanding of where things are coming from,

Assessing viewpoints, hidden agendas, and not giving undue weight to the input of others.

When we do so, when we are overly concerned with those negative voices,

We end up giving away our power to them. They become like energy leeches, sapping us of our inner strength.

Be aware, and don’t give away your power.

BODY HICCUPS / KROPPENS HICKA

(I got an early Christmas surprise recently, a heartattack on Dec.18th. This piece is a reflection on that. I wrote it in Swedish first, then reworked it in English, so am including both versions here.)

BODY HICCUPS

My body stopped for a moment,
A hiccup it was,
A temporary pause,
Cause for concern,
My heart took a wrong turn,
Condition far from sound,
But it was my soul I found,
That ran and hid in the shadow,
Because it didn’t know,
What mattered anymore,
Shaken to the core,
As if all that is me,
Character, personality,
Stumbled behind,
Unable to find,
It’s footing anew,
After what it’d gone through,
But eventually, I begin to see,
My soul edging towards its recovery,
But slowly,
Ever so slowly.

KROPPENS HICKA

Kroppen stannade en stund,
En hicka,
Tillfälligt spricka,
Tillståndet långt från sund,
Men själen blev skrämmde,
Bestämde gömma sig i en skugga,
Osäkert om vad gällde nu,
Visst inte om det dugga,
Som att vem jag är,
Det hela mig,
Snubblade bakom,
Men äntligen det återhämta sig,
Dock så småningom.