Category Archives: Poem

Havana Syndrome — The Haiku Master, the Cicadas and the CIA [UPDATE : DNI Statement on the Intelligence Community Assessment (March 1, 2023)]

“One is reminded of Montaigne’s acerbic comment: ‘Men under stress are fools, and fool themselves.’ ” Michael Crichton The Andromeda Strain June 2 2022 — Matsuo Bashō was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan. After centuries … Continue reading

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Poetry — The Haiku Master, the Cicadas and the CIA [Havana Syndrome : Was the CIA incompetent or malicious?]

“One is reminded of Montaigne’s acerbic comment: ‘Men under stress are fools, and fool themselves.’ ” Michael Crichton The Andromeda Strain June 2 2022 — Matsuo Bashō was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan. After centuries … Continue reading

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Poetry — The Haiku Master, the Cicadas and the CIA

“One is reminded of Montaigne’s acerbic comment: ‘Men under stress are fools, and fool themselves.’ ” Michael Crichton — The Andromeda Strain June 2 2022 — Matsuo Bashō was the most famous poet of the Edo period in Japan. After … Continue reading

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Just a Song — “The People We Love”

“This morning I’m going to tell the people I love Oh, how they’re important to me every moment Sweet words are better than a beautiful requiem And tell them it’s important And say it as long as it’s time. (…) … Continue reading

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On This Day — John Keats : “When I Have Fears” (January 30 1818)

“This great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself-nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes … Continue reading

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Poetry as Insurgent Art: Pity the Nation [Lawrence Ferlinghetti]

“If you would be a poet, create works capable of answering the challenge of apocalyptic times, even if this meaning sounds apocalyptic. You are Whitman, you are Poe, you are Mark Twain, you are Emily Dickinson and Edna St. Vincent … Continue reading

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