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If the Nuclear Industry Told The Truth, Would We Believe It?
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If Nuclear Energy Is So Safe, Why Not Have TepCo Advertise?
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99 PROBLEMS EARLY MODERN MEME

A Century Of Opportunities Lack I But One, And Nary A Complaint Amongst Them.


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to the yet unmet (fragment)

to the yet unmet, sometime façade (a fragment)

dreams i've had & hopes, fantasies, & fears

sight unseen but focused, tapestries, careers

computers hum in darkness to an orderly array

then & now refer & shall a symbol could & may

throughout your work your spirit full, 

& laughing at the play 

fearless still by dint of will

it knows as gravity, intent

to what you'll say there's such as may 

instead hear what they meant

as if as they read they heard instead

your voice in ink & dust

passed sensation presenting 

for, alone, true representing 

has you here, to think, to lust 

-- watch what you speak 

to catch what you meant --  

the faster to see yourself such as i dreamt                                                                                                                                   

O Spirit of a Former Time, or, Future Perfect Eight of Wands

a spell to make iffy good and good better

Future Perfect Eight of Wands -- a spell

(makes iffy, good, and good, better)

O spirit of a former time

The which, when quaffed, imparted bowl

Upon delightful bowl, revive, remind

Us now HalfHearted of your Whole.

For we, too weak, or so we seem,

Have lost the will, or win, or lose:

O! Let is dream a better dream!

Or let us sleep -- but let us choose.

For to ourselves we nothing owe

that to each other we learn giving

Might as well get used to Now

in which alone is life worth living.

Spirit! Be thou the Feather! Let us Fly!

If not to the Moon, then good and high.

EXSKF Marks March 11: In Honor of Whom | Background & Verse

on the anniversary of the disaster:

Japan Marks March 11 | EXSKF 

by arevamirpal::laprimavera

The poem in it's first

 incarnation. 

The blogger of whom I am about to speak, arevamirpal::laprimavera (an acrostic of whose pseudonym marks the left margin), has been, and continues to be, of incalculable value to our real time and historical understanding of the consequences of the earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear nightmare that struck the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant in Japan on March 11, 2011.  


Not only are these consequences still unfolding:  they are barely less dire than they were a year ago, and may be more so.  Our continued attention is vital if we are to develop intelligent, effective strategies with respect to our health.  No matter where we live, we will not be unaffected.  Responses, however optimal in theory, become literally no better than delusions, denial, and superstition, absent reliable information. 


Most main stream media, however, neither know nor care.  And they demonstrate their apathy and ignorance openly and without apology. The media landscape, despite the promised potential of a rapidly advancing, inherently democratic technology, is in fact so devoid of meaningful activity in this regard that without EX-SKF (and, it must be said, a small handful of notable others), even those who are most capable of serious inquiry would at best frequently find themselves halting and frustrated.


It is unfortunate that the brave, strange and horribly, irresponsibly  compliant, modern world of the 21st century has such journalists in it.  The author of EX-SKF is an individual who happened to find himself in the right place and at the right time to be able to begin to address this, and, more importantly, who recognized it as his duty. 


We are lucky for that alone.  I think I may say, without exaggeration, that we may count ourselves unbelievably so when we realize how level headed, slow to jump to conclusions, rational, observant, patient, respectful of all viewpoints, tolerant, humble, capable of reporting his observations without confusing the facts with his own opinions, or the biases inherent in his cultural or political perspective. 


Were I naïve, I would still think (as I did in college) that a training firmly grounded in the scientific method would be such an asset as to be commonplace.  Certainly much, much more frequently encountered among thinking adults than it in fact turns out to be. It is clearly superior when merits are measured, be that at the beginning, middle, or end of a session of inquiry.  Superior by virtue of the usefulness of data collected through its lens;  by virtue of the precision with which specific details may be tested, rejected, or revised;  by virtue of  the verifiability of the patterns and correlations that may later be recognized; and  by virtue of the repeatability, and predictive accuracy, of the robust theories that result. 


This is progress.  This is practical.  This is success.  One does not have to limit the applications to the strictly scientific: thinking clearly brings success to all rational inquiry.  One would think that this is the fabled 'common' sense in its most basic form: frequent recalibration in light of the actual facts, as opposed to the fruits of the theory or model, that banishes the evil that would be wrought by force or fraud.


Perhaps because it works so well, it is, however, not common.  In fact, the widespread ability to think for oneself has been under seige, at least in America, for over a century.  The profits earned by successfully discovering truth, it would seem, are dwarfed by those earned by keeping it hidden.


I do not, however, actually believe that.  In fact I have the temerity to think that such ill gotten profits are short lived, since one cannot change the nature of phenomena merely by giving it another name, however clever, nor can one forestall dangerous consequences by refusing to address them, however fascinating or convincing the emotional appeal.


So tenacious is my optimism, in fact, so hardy and drought resistant, that not only would I like to think that I would do the same, given the same difficult circumstances — I would like to think that most of us would.  If we could.  I can not, can never regard the lying, corrupt, irresponsible, vicious, ugly, senseless behaviors of my fellow human beings without thinking: This is broken. This can be fixed. 


All that is necessary is that we understand our choices, that we be awake.  If people are good, and I believe we are, it seems too many of us are asleep; if this is true, let our consciences visit us in our dreams. If all good people are asleep, may they at least be asleep and dreaming.


A better world is possible.   

The author of EX-SKF is, if I may judge from his posts, one blogger who understands this, who possesses an uncompromising and hopefully uncompromisable sense of ethics.  For this, and to salute him in a manner hopefully fitting and to his liking, I present him with the following verse.

EXSKF Marks March 11: 

In Honor of Whom

       (or, once upon a time, 

       a beautiful child: 

       keys to mountains)

All of us (or is it just me)

respond more often, and more readily

either (if unseen) as --  known and known well -- (or

visible)  -- as -- more familiar still --

at best it seems proven in barely a glance

more than enough time to make that -- askance

it is this against which the best of us strive

reasoning thus (hopeful), our virtue to thrive:

purposes righteous make all outcomes serve;     

aspire perhaps just to be sure we deserve.

Love of Truth, though effect, by analogy draws us

: :

Love of Truth is after all, also -- what causes.

A chance misunderstanding can (such a swift easy doubt)

poison this well as from within as without

respect of perspective, or the faith of reflections,

intelligence humbles the heart's best intentions.

may we then find in this virtue such pleasure

as will, enough to discover, find leisure;

vanity prove no temptation at all;

each as eagerly heed his own call:

response as able as willing: as if, in what was heard,

as much the call -- as his calling -- inferred.

 links:

on the anniversary of the disaster:

Japan Marks March 11 | EXSKF 

by arevamirpal::laprimavera

The poem in it's first incarnation. 

Fukushima 

Nuclear Disaster

 blogs of note:

Energy News

  

Enformable

EX-SKF

Fairewinds

MsMilkyTheClown

Simply Info

Union of Concerned Scientists


and perhaps now and again
my own
ah, mephistophelis.

"The Ability to Respond" | For the Benefit of Mr. K

once upon a time, 

 a beautiful child: 

   keys to mountains

all of us (or is it just me)

respond more often and more readily

either unseen, but known and known well, or

visible -- and more familiar still --

at best barely a glance is

more that enough to merit askance

it is this against which the best of us strive

reasoning thus for our virtue to thrive

purposes righteous make all outcomes serve      

aspire perhaps just to be sure we deserve 

Love of Truth, though effect, by analogy draws us

: :

Love of Truth is after all, also -- what causes.

a chance misunderstanding can (such a swift easy doubt)

poison this well as from within as without

respect of perspective, or the faith of reflections

intelligence humbles the heart's best intentions

may we then find in virtue such pleasure

as will, enough to discover, find leisure

vanity seem no temptation at all

each must of course heed his own call

response as able as if in what was heard

as much the call as their calling inferred 

If you google whether Google is evil...

courtesy Corporanon and meme generator

darkness (singular: to the second person, more than the first, or third)

alone - am i ever? where are you? 

all of this living 
and dreaming and thinking together was all me 
and none of this 
all this time some did i see 
did i know you you know i did see 
i did 
some time this 
all this of-- no one and me -- 
always together thinking and 
dreaming and living this, 
of all you are 
wherever i am alone 

so this is what it is after so many years
of thinking that i was you 
of thinking you thought so too 
of thinking my thinking you knew 
of thinking our thinking we two -- of -- thinking --not thinking it through -- 

oh at first just a bit for a fantasy 
at first just a bit of a role 
a childhood perfect made new for me
your spirited interest made whole 
whatever before was frightened 
to stand up and boldly declare 
what we always already had known 
to be true to be right to be --- there --- 
to be 
-- cause certainly different entirely wasn't it 
different assumptions the cause differing memories mistaking 
that i and that you and that was 
and was it really was it really all that time wasnt it true wasn't it us? it was ours! was it you? 

alone 

- am i ever? where are you? 

all of this living 

and dreaming and thinking together was all me 

and none of this 

all this time some did i see 

did i know you you know i did see 

i did 

some time this 

all this of-- no one and me -- 

always together thinking and 

dreaming and living this, 

of all you are 

wherever i am alone 

was it yours? all those hours was it true? were you at least thinking my thinking was --- 
were you at all ever with me 
or was it me who wasn't with you? 
did you enjoy as i fancied your following
me not knowing. discovering finally, 
able to think and to plan and to live, because at last the blindness and loneliness by some miracle no longer baffled us and so at long last thus 
unfettered the soul within each of us free could fly and could dream and could think all the things we had 
saved up to be 
all the tests and experiments 
all the experiences saved them for when 
there'd be two so that i wouldn't have formed all alone 
here'd be room for us both in my discovery in my discovery 
my discovery would somehow also 
be you which it wasn't now was it 
something you knew and you knew that i'd do anything to make it be true 
you knew and you never betrayed you never left either and you never swayed 
never, ever at long last let on, 
never though i was afraid --
did i hear what you were telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me 
soon you would no longer tell me 
so earnestly soon you would no longer hope for it innocently 
soon you would have to rethink your patiently soon you would 
have to account for your energy 
soon you would have to be turning away 


not giving up no but infinity 
and infinite promises lie 
that tirelessness of the heart retreating into steadfastly hoping one day 
i would maybe review one day 
i'd most certainly do something that would 
-- echoing --- through --- i would be 
all alone here with shadows 


no way to make it all new 


all alone as i was all along 
because maybe nothing was you

alone - am i ever? where are you? 

all of this living 

and dreaming and thinking together was all me 

and none of this 

all this time some did i see 

did i know you you know i did see 

i did 

some time this 

all this of-- no one and me -- 

always together thinking and 

dreaming and living this, 

of all you are 

wherever i am alone 

A (Darker to 2 Than to Either 1 Or 3) Singular Darkness

alone - am i ever? where are you?

all of this living

and dreaming and thinking together was all me

and none of this

all this time some did i see

did i know you you know i did see

i did

some time this

all this of-- no one and me --

always together thinking and

dreaming and living this,

of all you are

wherever i am alone

so this is what it is after so many years

of thinking that i was you

of thinking you thought so too

of thinking my thinking you knew

of thinking our thinking we two -- of -- thinking --not thinking it through --

oh at first just a bit for a fantasy

at first just a bit of a role

a childhood perfect made new for me

your spirited interest made whole

whatever before was frightened

to stand up and boldly declare

what we always already had known

to be true to be right to be --- there ---

to be

-- cause certainly different entirely wasn't it

different assumptions the cause differing memories mistaking

that i and that you and that was

and was it really was it really all that time wasnt it true wasn't it us? it was ours! was it you?

alone

- am i ever? where are you?

all of this living

and dreaming and thinking together was all me

and none of this

all this time some did i see

did i know you you know i did see

i did

some time this

all this of-- no one and me --

always together thinking and

dreaming and living this,

of all you are

wherever i am alone

was it yours? all those hours was it true? were you at least thinking my thinking was ---

were you at all ever with me

or was it me who wasn't with you?

did you enjoy as i fancied your following

me not knowing. discovering finally,

able to think and to plan and to live, because at last the blindness and loneliness by some miracle no longer baffled us and so at long last thus

unfettered the soul within each of us free could fly and could dream and could think all the things we had

saved up to be

all the tests and experiments

all the experiences saved them for when

there'd be two so that i wouldn't have formed all alone

here'd be room for us both in my discovery in my discovery

my discovery would somehow also

be you which it wasn't now was it

something you knew and you knew that i'd do anything to make it be true

you knew and you never betrayed you never left either and you never swayed

never, ever at long last let on,

never though i was afraid --

did i hear what you were telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me

soon you would no longer tell me

so earnestly soon you would no longer hope for it innocently

soon you would have to rethink your patiently soon you would

have to account for your energy

soon you would have to be turning away

not giving up no but infinity

and infinite promises lie

that tirelessness of the heart retreating into steadfastly hoping one day

i would maybe review one day

i'd most certainly do something that would

-- echoing --- through --- i would be

all alone here with shadows

no way to make it all new

all alone as i was all along

because maybe nothing was you

alone - am i ever? where are you?

all of this living

and dreaming and thinking together was all me

and none of this

all this time some did i see

did i know you you know i did see

i did

some time this

all this of-- no one and me --

always together thinking and

dreaming and living this,

of all you are

wherever i am alone

Knowledge & Conversation

Knowledge & Conversation

Who lives but to nourish us, guide us, remind us of what we knew (& should still) -- the Love that founded us finds us when, sighing with sorrows, we toy with regret, from where -- just up ahead -- 

laughing -- well, no giving up yet! Never thinking to question the why of this Dreaming -- nor dreaming of answers -- after all -- only sleeping -- but given this Beauty, these Joys and this Now, Give your Angel a moment to find you a How...

deus ex nihilo

deus ex nihilo  
                              (a fragment)

a in for amy way out of this please

b cause b better knows better than b what b sees

c is for the sadness heaving leaving exhausted, dry

d arrives representing that all of us die

each and every one of us will most certainly die

freedom elusive nonetheless guarantee

grace annoyingly sets us free