Carpe Diem Haiku – Gypsies

Before I post my haiku, or you read it, I’d be honoured if you just took a few minutes to watch this video of the guys – gypsy dancers I know from far back. If anyone thinks this is easy stuff, well, I think you might want to try it.  know exactly how hard it is, and remember one night with guitars, milk jugs, my bongo drum and an Australian with didgeridoo. A beautiful night but some of the toughest dancing ever to learn. But its the synchronicity also – just watch how it builds up, and you’ll go some way to understanding my love for the roma people, the gypsies. Worth every minute, this short video.

barefoot gypsy
dances her path before me
-a romany blessing

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To finish off see how the music reaches deep in this gypsy home. These roma are quite light-skinned, and in my experience more so than the lovely bronze tone some friends had. Makes no difference of course, once a gypsy always a gypsy for many of the European population, who discriminate against roma people, the largest minority in Europe, in the crudest of ways.

 

But If You’re Talking About Destruction You Can Count Me Out/In

”The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.”

(Che Guevara)

‘Revolutionary’, in the image of the brutal if sincere Che, has a positive, romantic flair much in the same way as to ‘nurse’ something along is positive, and to ‘doctor’ it isn’t, inexplicably.

But nursing things along is not what revolutionising is all about, according to Che, and I dare say he knew. It is about short, sharp shocks. However, the problem with revolution’s revolutionaries is the penchant for reinstalling a ”past”, instead of wanting to take society a step forward. Granted, the laws of physics apply fully to politics: every action demands an equal reaction. How else could we explain Hitler, Pol Pot, Ayatollah Khomeini and Pinochet? How else could we explain the swing the Republicans took  in USA, that sees them now seeking to ‘moralise’ while calling for ‘less government’?

Revolutions can work long-term.  1776 is the classic, as was the French revolution, kind of, and the Haitian revolution against slavery in 1791 (though massive repayments to previous slave owners after the successful revolution permanently damaged the nascent Haiti’s prospects).

Maybe Che Guevera was an exception, but his masters, or minders in Moscow – whether he liked them around or not – were among the most conservative of all, and the Soviet revolution had long lost its way. But Che’s early writings show a doctor horrified by poverty in latin America and its blatant causes, for which the North American and European continent heartedly contributed to.

Tonight 409 years ago, a revolutionary at the other end of the evolutionary scale called Guy Fawkes tried to blow up the houses of parliament, in order to restore a Catholic monarch to the throne. The 5th November has now accordingly become Guy Fawkes night in much of England, when British boys and girls blow their fingers off with fireworks instead. Hopefully not too many this year.

An effigy of Guy Fawkes, wheelbarrowed around streets by children mysteriously asking for ”a penny for the Guy” is followed by the tossing of the straw-filled figue onto a large bonfire in towns and villages nationwide.

The real Guy Fawkes fared little better, and was duly hung, drawn and quartered in the best tradition.

Guy Fawkes night needs to be expanded, to symbolically include all the fanatics and fundamentalists who have found their way through the woodwork, as worms do when the foundations are rattled. The trouble is that the foundations do need rattling. Strongly. Catch-22.

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Colossus of Rhodos

to stop honour killings
and stop feminists ignoring this
men must be Colossus of Rhodes’

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Written and posed for in the name of those beautiful women murdered. In European countries honour killings are not given the attention they deserve.  Femdem are right to remove their tops when they protest. Our societies need to show just how ridiculous the concept of ‘family honour’ is. We need mainstream Feminism to stop ignoring this issue and pretending it belongs to some ethnic minority in their countries and does not concern them. It is racism to not speak out in defence of women murdered, and the total absence of Feminist voices in this regard is a scandal. We must stand tall and be counted about this.

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Ese’s Quote & Shoot – Vibrations

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Ah the buzzing butterflies, the shudder as the plane takes off, the tingle of anticipation to be travelling again…the sudden vibrations and smooth landing in an exotic land. How I enjoy to travel, and dream of Yemen, Afghanistan, Ethiopia, Morocco, Iran…

‘In every man’s heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.’
Christopher Morley

Mmm…true…

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Write On Edge ~ Bubblegum

PROMPT – Bubblegum – 200Word limit (199W here – link below)bbbb

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The drip, drip, drip was starting to annoy him. She could see that. Bloody knights; all the same, always wanting a battle with nary a thought.
“Stay here!” she whispered: “your armour is still smoking from the last blast.”
He kept silent. The water continued to dribble down the cave walls.
“She’s a female,” he whispered finally,”one of the last. Kill the likes of her and future generations’ll never have to worry about dragons anymore.”
“Patience,” she answered, “let her get frustrated trying to pluck at us. If her leg comes near, get that ball and chain around it. The second her head is down to rip it off I’ll jab her eye with my sword. Got it?”
He nodded.
They crept slowly upwards towards the snorting dragon, its dribbling nose ejecting lumps of pink seasonal snot. Then, a sudden sneeze, and the pink slop hit them both right across the face.

“Marion?” he said, behind her.

“Yes?”

“Can you taste that?”

“Yes, odd. Sweet.”

“Chewy.”

“mjgkmghffffff…..lookggg!”

“Goodness sire, a big bubble coming out of your mouth! Looks like your gums are exploding!”

And indeed, there was a small….pop!

“Methinks this lady’ll never kiss you now, sire,” she said.

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An Armenian woman near Artvin (in present day Turkey), circa 1910.

Five Sentence Fiction – Edge

“Hola Christopher, where you been these days; it’s been a long, long time.”

“Ciao my friend, well, I been to the East Indies!”

“Oh don’ be crazy my friend, you know if you try to go there you’ll sail straight off the edge of the world!”

“Yeah, like you’d know; instead of sitting here in this taverno drinking vino, why don’t you try some tobacco!?”

“Tobacco, what’s that, some kind of new craze?”

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Friday Fictioneers ~ The Code

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Step by step.

A grand last view, if not grand last words: “Keep movin’ ye rat!” A shove in the back.

As if I’d stumble so easily!

And even shady palm trees. .

Step by step. T’wards my necklace of rope, and my ocean, looking suspiciously calm today.

No more maraudin’ when swingin’ from the gallows. No more saucy wenches, teasin’ me of my gains as I hang…

Ah, but I imagine by now you’ll be thinkin’; “what’s a dead man doing writing?”

Did you forget the pirate’s code, and really think the bushes were free of my crew?

…Tut tut…

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