tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64050400467894398832024-03-14T05:03:23.484-04:00against the modern worldhorus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.comBlogger585125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-34187317986313970322021-12-31T14:25:00.004-05:002021-12-31T14:25:37.687-05:00new year’s eve sonnet(<i>for MKI, as always</i>)
<br>
<br>Hey <i>Omicron</i>: the letter of the hour!
<br>You’ve brought another covid Christmas: who’d
<br>have thought lightning could strike again so soon?
<br>but never mind, we’ve foiled your plot to sour
<br>our <i>Stollen</i> — hopped the last of the outbound flights
<br>to paradise, where naked hugs and sweaty
<br>dancing are <i>de rigueur</i>, the restaurants ready
<br>for parties of ten plus, no <i>rez</i> required!
<br>
<br>’course we’re not all so lucky: lockdown wounds
<br>are here to stay; while absent friends on screens
<br>remain; let’s hope tonight to drown our blues
<br>in toasts to family lost, who flock our dreams
<br>like larks at dusk, ’til waking see anew
<br>the chance for change in twenty-twenty two.
horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-29041057364211142852021-07-27T17:30:00.002-04:002021-07-27T17:33:24.814-04:00if we can keep it<iframe width="410" height="230" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Q8JxftPse98" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-54119429005495574722020-12-31T18:27:00.004-05:002020-12-31T18:37:33.226-05:00new year’s eve sonnet<br>
All my brothers locked down, the sound of lighters,<br>
of bottle openers, bottles popped alone<br>
that foam and spill across the empty wide<br>
expanse of kitchen floors unmopped. A home<br>
in name but not in deed, indeed a jail<br>
that native sons know well, a reservation<br>
held in reserve, revisiting the names<br>
inscribed on birth certificates, a nation<br>
of orphans stumbling in twilight. Is hope<br>
obscene to our imagination, or can<br>
we dream a fiery green without dull smoke<br>
and scour clean our hearts, as we have our hands, <br>
’til double twenty penitence is done,<br>
emerge absolved in twenty twenty one?<br>
<br>
horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-3788795757357729332019-08-25T18:00:00.000-04:002019-08-25T18:01:30.255-04:00boris johnson, are you aware, you may have pushed this nation to the brink . . . ?<iframe width="410" height="230" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wDsAn_u70tw" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>
see, e.g. <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2019/aug/24/johnson-seeks-legal-advice-parliament-closure">here</a>.horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-66626820517370655562019-06-23T18:23:00.000-04:002019-06-23T18:25:28.959-04:00bhh on shakespeare garden / end of world<iframe width="410" height="230" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UhTrOdh-1IU" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-8729439098460224442019-06-12T18:23:00.000-04:002019-06-12T18:24:38.612-04:00the entertainment system<iframe width="410" height="230" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oWnBUU6_CEQ" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-44537640595816153082019-03-07T19:11:00.003-05:002019-03-07T19:13:41.738-05:00transformations<br>
I use to think I was a capitalist first, but now I see that anarchy is über alles.
<br><br>
Including the market.
<br><br>
Because slavery of or to or for the self is still slavery;
<br><br>
And "consent" in the moment of lust is not consent.
<br><br>
horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-33215339111815684222018-05-24T06:45:00.000-04:002018-06-03T19:03:01.789-04:00dubrovnik<br>City of cats, spackled by shells<br>
firing the red roof-tiles black<br>
chalk outlines the corpse of a city<br>
<br>
risen again, swathed in stone and moated<br>
scene of dragon battles staged<br>
where tourists climb the sides of churches<br>
<br>
children hang off bas relief fountains<br>
and swarm, ride scooters through squares<br>
dripping sweat and screaming for pasta;<br>
<br>
synth sing-a-long at church, jeans<br>
and bad haircuts, long dresses<br>
cross the chest and shuffle behind pews.<br>
<br>
Quiet in a vertical garden, sloping <br>
down to the sea where cactus bulwarks<br>
fortress the cliff against the waves <br>
<br>
flecked in cinders, they pixelate a peace <br>
that spreads across the Adriatic’s <br>
azure solace, Croatia<br>
<br>
maintains, embraced by octopus<br>
split by former comrades, edge that<br>
boomerangs Westward to Europe.<br><br>
horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-13263073005388906182018-01-01T12:55:00.000-05:002018-01-01T12:55:17.131-05:00new year's sonnet<br>At turn of year, some doors are closed forever
<br>while others open new on gleaming halls
<br>in mansions bright; as prodigals we find
<br>this welcome hearth unearned, yet still endeavour
<br>to prove our worth.
<br>                                       The gloom of winter falls
<br>away before the flame of spring; tall pines
<br>embroidered in fragrant buds bend to fawn
<br>upon our hopes and teach how nature solves
<br>the puzzles set to life. We read these signs
<br>as affirmations: tracts that note the songs
<br>of seasons past and clear the undergrowth
<br>for blooms of May.
<br>                                   A year to nurture time’s
<br>long generations into future dawns
<br>upon the hidden glades where saviours spawn.
<br>
horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-8668561082982052132017-10-02T17:25:00.000-04:002017-10-02T17:25:01.753-04:00flight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amYhHjEWhO4/WdKuTsRVcoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/xj3dywZqIqAFjdjIT40Bhp5ZFkmC8To0ACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_1196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amYhHjEWhO4/WdKuTsRVcoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/xj3dywZqIqAFjdjIT40Bhp5ZFkmC8To0ACLcBGAs/s400/IMG_1196.jpg" width="400" height="400" data-original-width="1600" data-original-height="1600" /></a></div>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-57472461771546743382016-12-31T18:53:00.002-05:002016-12-31T18:55:58.013-05:00new year’s eve sonnet<br>
It’s time to say goodbye again and cheer<br>
the passing of another year, look back<br>
in wonder, doubt, and momentary tears<br>
along the stretch of paths and cul-de-sacs<br>
we’ve travelled, sometimes slow and sometimes fast,<br>
with fear or circumspection, some dismay<br>
at times, reflecting on the die we cast<br>
and cards we drew. Despite these harder days<br>
we seem to muscle through, and find a way<br>
to live again and turn our year from fall<br>
to spring. Before the fire spends its final flame,<br>
as clock ticks on it murmurs to us all:<br>
remake the world to match your secret dreams<br>
and seize the day in twenty seventeen!
<br>
horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-9806363344006514232016-10-18T18:51:00.000-04:002016-10-27T14:53:28.391-04:00the silencing of nozick<br>Conversation with a "philosopher":
<br><br>What are you teaching this term?
<br><br>Political philosophy.
<br><br>Oh, what are you teaching?
<br><br>The first half of the term is Rawls, the second half contemporary critiques of liberalism.
<br><br>That sounds great—are you teaching Nozick at all?
<br><br>No, I find when you teach Nozick, students just accept his criticisms and can't take Rawls seriously any more . . . .
<br>
horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-9772423766027895872016-10-11T12:30:00.001-04:002016-10-11T12:30:07.864-04:00illusive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUyKjxvRP10/V_0SOha78vI/AAAAAAAABwQ/P0NBnmC82IEN5ffKRWCW8gs3vjIofmfcwCLcB/s1600/IMG_6653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jUyKjxvRP10/V_0SOha78vI/AAAAAAAABwQ/P0NBnmC82IEN5ffKRWCW8gs3vjIofmfcwCLcB/s400/IMG_6653.JPG" width="400" height="300" /></a></div>
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<em>Gazing in the shimmering pond, Alice thought she saw another world; dimly, past the rippled clouds, she could almost make out the face of another her, with bottomless liquorice eyes, and a downy tear dropping down from sculpted cheek to rivulet past Wednesday's best . . . </em>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-50949412891973666722016-10-07T18:47:00.000-04:002016-10-07T18:52:37.023-04:00blocked by lothian busesDeemed too dangerous, apparently . . . . horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-13111723080104571702016-07-29T18:50:00.000-04:002016-07-29T18:50:18.230-04:00caterpillar<iframe width="420" height="236" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZbWC6KxNJGg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-39577348837210236742016-07-26T13:52:00.000-04:002016-07-26T13:52:12.324-04:00the tarot can't show how crunk it will go . . . <iframe width="420" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oxopPDMq7rs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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RIP Miss Cleohorus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-82977459756334717972016-04-22T03:06:00.000-04:002016-04-22T03:06:01.046-04:00paint<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rp6LdNjhecY/Vwn7T_rn0JI/AAAAAAAABrw/4qg1YJJkqMYjoH0lRNvLRPmOgIKSXp6GQ/s1600/IMG_6004.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="415" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rp6LdNjhecY/Vwn7T_rn0JI/AAAAAAAABrw/4qg1YJJkqMYjoH0lRNvLRPmOgIKSXp6GQ/s1600/IMG_6004.jpg" /></a>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-38548045667279076152016-04-18T10:22:00.000-04:002016-04-18T10:22:04.354-04:00caroline shaw<iframe width="415" height="233" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EyDvnUYB0sk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-43534276895384993882016-04-09T03:37:00.000-04:002016-04-09T03:37:02.357-04:00slaps<iframe width="415" height="233" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-qJVR9nfeEg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-64132308160476964542016-04-04T05:41:00.002-04:002016-04-10T03:08:31.981-04:00frog mating season<br>
<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hU5z_YBYuTc/VwIzb3QZwOI/AAAAAAAABnM/35TMn4RnB7cLvFpXqEZBOm0b1LIc0IG5A/s1600/frogz_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img width="415" border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hU5z_YBYuTc/VwIzb3QZwOI/AAAAAAAABnM/35TMn4RnB7cLvFpXqEZBOm0b1LIc0IG5A/s1600/frogz_1.jpg" /></a>
<br><br>
frog calls pepper the night;<br>
sounds like sweaty farts,<br>
lava bubbles bursting lazily—<br>
constant sporadicity.<br>
<br>
<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj3W5cZlw98/VwIzeTvu4tI/AAAAAAAABnQ/rsA6hPAA5ecyz0zzZu1Iu9HVZmK1_MfSA/s1600/frogz_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img width="415" border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj3W5cZlw98/VwIzeTvu4tI/AAAAAAAABnQ/rsA6hPAA5ecyz0zzZu1Iu9HVZmK1_MfSA/s1600/frogz_2.jpg" /></a>
<br><br>
insomnia animated<br>
bed pirouette against the<br>
pockmarked sonic mate-scape—<br>
auditory nightlight.
<br><br>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-70123960036254845642016-03-31T02:55:00.000-04:002016-04-05T03:36:24.283-04:00timo andres<iframe width="420" height="236" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/r7FdXCAQnlU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-34968296433241311952016-01-14T08:47:00.000-05:002016-01-14T08:47:31.690-05:00rip, alan rickman<iframe width="420" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/nXZqq2smuHs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-54590324535023928572015-12-16T17:23:00.001-05:002015-12-16T17:23:29.194-05:00mori no ando<iframe width="420" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iqzt3T4R38c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
~ Takashi Taniguchihorus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-83400356561749658682015-12-02T13:40:00.000-05:002015-12-02T13:58:44.150-05:00trochaic haikufreshly trimmed beard
<br>snags on scarf of Scottish wool
<br>velcro's out the coldhorus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405040046789439883.post-49041158207961516532015-09-24T02:33:00.002-04:002015-09-24T02:33:55.996-04:00pigeon footIn Edinburgh, I often see,<br>
a Pigeon with a twisted foot.<br>
Is it birth defect or injury?<br>
Or maybe hereditary, <br>
each sighting a different squab<br>
of a long-lived clan<br>
of Edinburghian club-footed pigeon.horus kemwerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984916074697401382noreply@blogger.com0