Month: January 2018

Fake News. Fake Films. Fake World

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A comparison of truth with 3 new movies

Fake Films

THE EXPRESSION, “FAKE NEWS”, has been a headline stealer in recent months. Let’s face it, is there any news which isn’t fake — fake in many senses? For example, fake in the actual content, fake in the way that it’s reported, fake in the propaganda bias behind it, fake in terms of the reduction of serious matters to a mere soundbite. Most of the mainstream media outlets are owned by a very few conglomerates which are controlled by the power-elite. Anyone who does not realise that today is living in Cloud Cuckoo Land — a realm which has a larger population than most of the countries you could name put together! 😊 So, the fact that most mainstream media news is based on fakery should not be a surprise. Even many who know these things still sit gawping at their televisions and newspapers (especially today, on Sunday, when fake papers come fat!).

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Why? [sonnet]

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Why

Why should existences exist at all?
Why should eternity not now apply
to physicality [I know… the Fall].
Why is there even need for questions why?

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The Three Stooges

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The Three Stooges

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NewAgeSpeak

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Today’s doodle. I’m feeling playful. Enjoy 😊

NewAgeSpeak

© Alan Morrison, 2018

Aiona [poem]

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This frail, dependent endophyte engages
with my eyes in hesitation’s insight
as I ask her soul: “What is your story,
O child who sojourns from beyond the Sun?”
Then she locks her trusting vision cleanly
(for I have seen no dirt or tarnish there)
upon the centre of my pupils with
that heady mixture of naivety
and wisdom only children here can know
and speaks with wordless laughter mingled with
the swagger of a womb survivor’s ease:
“I have returned to play my walk-on part
within this dream-play specially made for me”.
At which I saw her mother’s tears fall to
the earth to play their part in nature’s game
of come and go and ebb and flow in time.
For though she fed this girl-child from her breast,
she also saw the last page of the play
and, despite her grudging heart acceptance,
it still was like a dagger in her chest.
To bring a part of you into this realm
and know she will one day no more be here,
would any mother’s ardour overwhelm.
Therefore, the only way for mother’s grief
to be annulled and thus, in love, made whole,
is not to dwell upon the passing charm
which shows itself alone in outward form,
but see the endless being hid behind
the smiles, the tears, the theatre’s cause: Her soul.

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© Alan Morrison, 2018
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Three Kings who were not Kings

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They were not Kings

THERE IS A LOT OF TALK ABOUT “THREE KINGS” TODAY, in some countries more than others. In any case, I’m sure you know the Christmas carol, “We Three Kings of Orient Are”. The claim is that three kings brought presents to Jesus the Christ after he was born. Well, firstly, there is no mention of “Kings” visiting the Christ in the bible. There IS, however, mention of “Magi from the East” visiting him. Those were not kings at all but were spiritual leaders from Babylonia. Magi was the name given by the Babylonians, Medes and Persians to the priests and astrologers who were the religious leaders of those peoples. Also, there is no mention that there were only three of them. Certainly, three gifts were mentioned, but there could have been more than three in the entourage. The account in the bible does not mention that there were specifically three magi. The idea of three goes back to a 12th century tradition. It just shows how myths develop over the years. But what does the bible show about them?

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The “Other” Strauss: Music for a New Year’s Day

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ON WHAT HAS COME TO BE CALLED “NEW YEAR’S DAY”, it is traditional in Europe to listen to concerts of Viennese polkas and waltzes, mainly by Johann Strauss II (1825 – 1899). What many do not know is that at that time there was another Strauss in Vienna called Richard (pronounced Rickard, 1864 – 1949). Richard Strauss did admire Johann Strauss’s waltzes, but Richard’s music was in another dimension altogether — a heavenly one. Frankly, I would much rather listen to Richard’s music than Johann’s. I don’t mind the occasional waltz; but a whole concert of them, with encores? Nein danke! Waltzes don’t really go anywhere. They are for emotional dilettantes. One can never get to the real marrow of life (or death) in ¾ time. 😊

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