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I feel a sudden urge to share this before I go offline again.

“HEAD FOR THE DOORWAY.”

An enduring earthquake image of California is a collapsed adobe home with the door frame as the only standing part. From this came our belief that a doorway is the safest place to be during an earthquake. True- if you live in an old, unreinforced adobe house. In modern houses, doorways are no stronger than any other part of the house. You are safer under a table.

Taken From: http://www.earthquakecountry.org

[Poem] The Brothers Gracchi (A Duet)

121 BC, Roma hanging from a ledge
Citizens unhappy, jobs scarce, slaves are teeming
Wealthy Patricians too fat to care, with their hedge
They’re too busy with their political scheming

THE EXPANSION

Carthage gone, Spain conquered, foot in North Africa
Macedon and Persia defeated to yield Greece
Empire grows. Gaul and Liguria thrown back
North Italy, east Adriatic, slaves galore
Engine of conquest unleashed, powered by the slave market
Rome becomes wealthy Empire. Foreign labour disrupts
Economic disparity grows. Citizen soldiers back home
After long and hard campaigns, find themselves gone bankrupt

2. THE BROTHERS GRACCHI, TIBERIUS

In this angry storm are born the brothers Gracchi
Sons of Cornelia, grandsons of Africanus Scipi (Oh)
Plebian dynamite. Revolution is born!

Tiberius, first over the wall of Carthage
He wisely surrenders in Spain, saving his men (lives vs pride’s dressage)
Tried for cowardly surrender, the plebs he wins over (with speech and pen)
Getting his first taste of the power of the mob (populism begins to glower)
He gets himself elected tribune of the plebs (the might of his gob)
And begins a new campaign, his hardest one yet (Roman tradition ebbs)
for the equitable distribution of wealth (he’s all set)
The beasts of Italy have caves to stay, he says, (and in better health)
While common Romans have only the sun and air (but only during the day)
His reform is vetoed by a bought off colleague (how unfair)
The power thus abused, sets dangerous precedent (and deep intrigue)
All his legislations vetoed, Tiberius fights (with no antecedent)
He vetoes everything, forcing Rome to a halt (for the common man’s rights)
Giving them a taste of their own medicine (with a nasty tinge of salt)

3. THE VETO

A senator tries to pass a law, “Veto,” Tiberius cries
Allocation of funds for… VETO!
Magestr… VETO!
Lex At… VETO!
Hello…VETO!
Friends, Romans… VETO!

VETO!!!

Tiberius bends the law, plebian votes cast
That remove rival colleague from tribune office,(nearly his breath’s last)
Mob uncontrollable. They almost kill the man (his name may be Octavius)
Who dared block Tiberius! After the pop vote (Octi to safety ran)
Finally victory! Tiberius’ reforms are passed. (Tiberius gloats)

Tiberius continues in his quest. He knows
That he will be killed without the power of office (magisterium bestows)
He runs for tribune again, something unheard of (twice in a row, this)
He makes big promises to the people. (from his magical loft)
The senate spreads rumours that he wants to be king (A dangerous ripple)
Voting does not commence. Violence ensues… (Mourners sing)
Tiberius and his followers are killed (thrown into Tiber’s deadly blue)

The sacrosanct tribune has been murdered, (133bc)

4. THE BROTHERS GRACCHI, GAIUS

Gaius is a passionate man… Perhaps too much so
He gets so emotional during speeches (That Gaius, ho ho ho!)
That he makes a slave sit behind (While rhetoric screeches)
and pluck a lyre to quiet his mind
Whenever he gets too fired up on the rostra

A very different man from his late brother (Why so, Mother Cornelia?)

As quaestor in Sardinia, he looks after his men
The senate is wary of another Gracchi demagogue (They fear Gracchi kin)
They trick him with technicalities to stay away from Rome(remain in fog)
But you can’t pin a son of Cornelia down (he misses home)

He returns to Rome, breaking from honoured tradition,
Defending self against senatorial plots (with legal oration)
Gaius runs for tribune! The people really love him. (he’s no lout)
He uses his brother’s memory to great effect (plebian stim)
Passing retroactive laws to punish brother’s killers (vengeful reflect)
More populist reforms, and now even wooing the Knights (they’re big billers)
The grain dole, giving Italians the vote, etc (all sorts of new rights)
Without even running he becomes tribune again (plans for a tribe Italia)

5. LIVIUS DRUSUS AND THE RISE OF POPULISM

The senators start playing the Gracchi populist game
Gaius goes to Carthage. And when he returns to Rome(else his fire is tame)
Finds the people have been set against him by senate lies(bye palantine home)
Gaius moves to the slums, to try and regain his power (he never shies)
He barely loses his election for third term as tribune(no water in shower)
He goes to the people and claims electoral sabotage(to be legally immune)
His men kill a senator. Rome now under martial law(civil war on front yard)

Gaius is caught,decapitated head filled with lead and thrown into the river
And so the seeds of Destruction for the Republic are sown to grow and flower.

Image: François Topino-Lebrun – The Death of Gaius Gracchus

(Phew… I usually don’t spend more than a few minutes writing a poem. This one took me a couple of hours…)

[Poem] The Lost Demigod (Allallu Bird part 2)

The god lies in the centre of the ring
Son of Earth and Sky,
Female creatures dance around him and sing
While opium makes his mind fly
Girls from the village join the dance sometimes
Enticing him to dance with seductive rhymes
Still he sleeps, dream and forgets, his ennui and pain consumed
Till She(Danu) comes, who can make his fire burn as bright as the sun

[Epic Poem] Part 15: Fastest Rhetoric Gun in the West

[Epic Poem] Part 14: Nietzsche and the Didgeridoo

Cowboy philosopher Shorty
Greets them with a drawled, ‘how-de-do
Mary responds quite politely
But Anna is still haunted by Nietzsche’s didgeridoo

So you want to know whereabouts here is,”
Shorty says, after tea and lemon tarts
Not a simple question, worth a treatise,
But I’ll put it simply, lest I stop your hearts
We first thought it was heaven, when we arrived
Melange of different ages and amazing minds
But then Nietzsche came, and so we then divined
Menage neither heaven nor hell, a space outside time
Where the laws of the universe sometimes go on break
And we’ve even got an overly pink candy floss lake”

“So, why are we here?” asks Mary.
Profound question,”Shorty replies,
The answer could be twenty three
Sent here for a purpose, you were
Just what it is, I’m not sure
Perhaps you’ll find an answer in China Town.

Image: Terrence Hill (I used to love watching his reruns on television as a kid)

[Poem] Corollary of One Coin

[Poem] One Coin, Two Sides

If,

Axiomatic Truth:

God is Absolute Good,

Then we can establish:

Grace is freely given

To all, irrespective

Of belief.

***

For if:

it is dependent

On faith and belief,

Mental faculty,

Luck of the draw

***

Then:

It is exclusive

To the chosen.

Pre-determined!

***

Implying that

He must also be

God of Darkness

***

***

Believer or non believer,

Their differences

Never really mattered

From the start

***

Enlightenment

Is an open path

 

Image: LIGHT: The glow of the Aurora australis lights up the night sky at Stowport on Monday. Picture: Cordell Richardson

[Poem] One Coin, Two Sides

You take or you don’t

Health or decay

You choose

Apollo

Nergal

Two sides

One coin

Light withheld

Is darkness

Healing withheld

Is disease

Life withheld

Is Death

Simple truth

God of Joy

God of Sorrow

One and the same

Blessing or Curse

That’s up to you

Choice freely given to all

There’s no middle path

Many have chosen the curse

So let the winds roar

While the few who are blessed

Find shelter in the storm

Cherub Lucifer fell because he believed

Such choices shouldn’t be left to halfwits

Halfwits you may be, but these simple truths

Don’t depend on one’s mental faculty to comprehend

[Poem] To Dionysus (Dumu, Child of the Abyss)

Hail Dionysus, is it for you I dance?

Hail Roarer, with ivy tresses, ecstasy’s lance

As I slice the wind, great Rhea grins

Does Euboea still sing you hymns?

I feel wild nature grip me tight, bride newly-wed

She caresses me from my toes to the top of my head

Let Apollo play your notes of death and rebirth

While I sing the tune and dance

Hail Lord of Health, great Bull of the Green

Your glance induces a primordial trance

Wild and fierce nature spirits come, sweat sheened

Bringing pleasures… That no drug could mimic

The dance imbues me with the gravitational pull of a star

But too quickly it is gone

The dance ends in pain

For Spring is dead

Until it begins again

Image: I can’t find the original source. I got this from a site about Bulgarian wine.

Also, I think I’m going to start editing the shepherd and goddess short story I wrote a while back. It’s a mess… This is the prototype Dionysus (Adonis combo) I wrote about, Dumuzi (Osiris) the Sumerian god of vegetation and rain, brother of Geshtiana, goddess of the vine. The Greek, I think is a mishmash, of an earlier Egyptian and/or Sumerian deity, which is probably also a retelling of an even more ancient story.

The Fruit Tree

To understand the subject, you need not destroy

No need to tear off a branch to learn the inner workings

Using that red rusted chainsaw powered by pain and lies

 

Just wait till it buds, and smell its blooms

Wait a little more, and taste its fruit

Sweet to taste, and bitter too

The story of the Tree

 

Why poison it, and tear it apart in your effort to understand?

Why demand unripened fruit here and now, before the season?

Continue in this pursuit and you’ll taste only your own poison

It is not yet time for apple pies baked with your leaven.