Saturday, October 21, 2017

A Thinker Wonders

All one can do is sit and ponder strange fate,
stuck here on a rock amid such gruesomeness.
A creepy white tree, a grimacing face,
Something all bars and rods, lacking in grace.
Something else like metallic excrement, and
that tall spindly spider capable of who knows what.

Me, with my graceful, slender limbs and tall ears,
a fine specimen of Lagomorpha in my humble opinion,
perch proud and stately amid the chaff and detritus.
All those sculptures that echo Homo Sapiens fears
merely irritate my in-hare-ent gracefulness.

How did I ever end up in this art graveyard?
Clearly I'm superior to all of this garbage,
and just as clearly I resent the humans gaping,
prodding, touching me all the time.
The worst sit on my paws and pose for pictures!

Would I be better off in a stew pot?
After sitting here pondering the matter
for nearly a decade, I'm inclined to think:
Maybe so, maybe so.




Wednesday, October 11, 2017

A statement of life principles

Something I can wholeheartedly throw my support behind.

                                                         Humanist Manifesto III

Humanism is a progressive philosophy of life that, without supernaturalism, affirms our ability and responsibility to lead ethical lives of personal fulfillment that aspire to the greater good of humanity.
The lifestance of Humanism—guided by reason, inspired by compassion, and informed by experience—encourages us to live life well and fully. It evolved through the ages and continues to develop through the efforts of thoughtful people who recognize that values and ideals, however carefully wrought, are subject to change as our knowledge and understandings advance.
This document is part of an ongoing effort to manifest in clear and positive terms the conceptual boundaries of Humanism, not what we must believe but a consensus of what we do believe. It is in this sense that we affirm the following:
Knowledge of the world is derived by observation, experimentation, and rational analysis. Humanists find that science is the best method for determining this knowledge as well as for solving problems and developing beneficial technologies. We also recognize the value of new departures in thought, the arts, and inner experience—each subject to analysis by critical intelligence.
Humans are an integral part of nature, the result of unguided evolutionary change. Humanists recognize nature as self-existing. We accept our life as all and enough, distinguishing things as they are from things as we might wish or imagine them to be. We welcome the challenges of the future, and are drawn to and undaunted by the yet to be known.
Ethical values are derived from human need and interest as tested by experience.Humanists ground values in human welfare shaped by human circumstances, interests, and concerns and extended to the global ecosystem and beyond. We are committed to treating each person as having inherent worth and dignity, and to making informed choices in a context of freedom consonant with responsibility.
Life’s fulfillment emerges from individual participation in the service of humane ideals. We aim for our fullest possible development and animate our lives with a deep sense of purpose, finding wonder and awe in the joys and beauties of human existence, its challenges and tragedies, and even in the inevitability and finality of death. Humanists rely on the rich heritage of human culture and the lifestance of Humanism to provide comfort in times of want and encouragement in times of plenty.
Humans are social by nature and find meaning in relationships. Humanists long for and strive toward a world of mutual care and concern, free of cruelty and its consequences, where differences are resolved cooperatively without resorting to violence. The joining of individuality with interdependence enriches our lives, encourages us to enrich the lives of others, and inspires hope of attaining peace, justice, and opportunity for all.
Working to benefit society maximizes individual happiness. Progressive cultures have worked to free humanity from the brutalities of mere survival and to reduce suffering, improve society, and develop global community. We seek to minimize the inequities of circumstance and ability, and we support a just distribution of nature’s resources and the fruits of human effort so that as many as possible can enjoy a good life.
Humanists are concerned for the well being of all, are committed to diversity, and respect those of differing yet humane views. We work to uphold the equal enjoyment of human rights and civil liberties in an open, secular society and maintain it is a civic duty to participate in the democratic process and a planetary duty to protect nature’s integrity, diversity, and beauty in a secure, sustainable manner.

Thus engaged in the flow of life, we aspire to this vision with the informed conviction that humanity has the ability to progress toward its highest ideals. The responsibility for our lives and the kind of world in which we live is ours and ours alone.

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Saturday, October 07, 2017

Time Machine

   Remembering an old version of the “Time Machine” by H.G. Wells. I feel like that guy nowadays. Growth has sprung up all over, the cityscape has changed all around me. Like in Ankeny, where bare fields have given way to heaps of houses and apartment buildings. Or western suburb farmland being covered with bungalows. Some great things have happened to us all, and a lot of horrible things too. Humanity has changed irrevocably, and we can't go back.
     All we can do is be like that character in the movie, perhaps, and join a good cause, fight for an underdog, make our lives matter in some way or other. Or at least make it to work everyday, before our jobs become outmoded, and we get replaced by AI modules of some sort. While the flesh is willing, hang in there!


Monday, October 02, 2017

Automatic Gunfire from a High Position

Amid the carnage, questions roll in.
"How did he sneak all those weapons up to his room?"
"How did he buy them in the first place."
"Why?  Why and why.    550-plus whys."
No sense to it, no rhyme or reason.

Killing for killings sake seems to be the newest national sport.
If so, count me out and give me a place to hide.
A tyranny of death, a freedom to kill at random.
No author of a bill of rights envisioned such mass murder.

Now people who go to resort cities aren't just
gambling for dollars, they gamble for their lives.
Will we ever be the same?
Words do little justice to the injured or dead,
so enough of those today.

Take care of yourselves and your loved ones.
We just never know how long we have left.





Sunday, October 01, 2017

Do you know a secret

There are secrets all over downtown Des Moines.
Right in front of you if you know where to look;
desperate people of every sex, grinding their groins,
just find a shadow, some out of the way nook.

Every street breathes history along with auto fumes,
Every brick wall images dramas played out alongside.
Hidden air pockets with elite's colognes and perfumes,
less pleasant scents of the unlucky or the unrelieved.

The boardrooms and meeting rooms and rest rooms
of all those tall buildings carry daily dramas galore.
If a fraction of those walls would tell what they knew,
many a confident executive would shudder in horror.

Every city carries its share of secrets small or large,
Yet they all hum on, propelled with urgency of need.
Failures and cruelties would fill many a huge barge,
Everything gets overlooked in our mad rush of greed.

Some have an ear cocked for the greatest secret of all,
how to get off the career “treadmill” without a fatal fall.



Friday, September 29, 2017

A kiss a kiss

Just realized it has been 25 years since I've kissed a woman.  And kinky me, I decided it might be fun to try it again.   Even perhaps (invoking the ghost of Hugh Hefner,) see how many kisses I can collect the last three months of 2017.  Maybe offer to donate something to breast cancer research for every 10 kisses I receive.   Hmmmm - will have to think carefully about this.  I'll tally the kisses in a kiss-notebook, describing each one - duration, quality, name and age of the kisser.  Will keep the notebook hidden - wouldn't want a kiss-and-tell situation  LOL.  

Yep, might not be a bad idea.  Seems like fun, and who knows?  I might even meet a new special friend out of it.    The clever ideas I get on a Friday afternoon.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Total Exposure

What if Einstein posted nude pics,
along with his relativity theory?
What if Picasso blazoned the web with nudes
of himself, overweight as his works were disfigured?

Bing Crosby showing off his conquests?
Errol Flynn showing off his perfect pectorals?
Tyrone power flashing his guns online,
or Doris Day or Marilyn Monroe baring all,
leaving nothing to the imagination of an
admiring Internet public?

We may count ourselves lucky that these icons,
luminaries of the past lacked such exposure.
Why tarnish our shining ideal of fame or purity?
Those days are gone forever.

What celebrity of the last 20 years has not
been exposed in every way by some net denizen?
Celebrity is more, and less, than what it used to be.
More accessible for microscope-focused public eyes;
ephemeral, temporary – tomorrow they are replaced.

An inexhaustible supply of human pride and tragedy,
playing out moment by moment wherever we want to find it.
A star career now measured in months, days, clicks –
Being famous “ain't what it used to be.”

Click and search on, net-fanatics,
someday you, too will be famous,
or at least spied on by
more than one voyeur.



Thursday, September 21, 2017

They make an appearance at last

Planted the seed with a touch of bravado,
the narrow strip of dirt surrounded by Mums.
Still, I tended the strip, pulled away crabgrass,
watered them on occasion; hope persisting.

The summer wore on hot and dry,
the tall grasses hung over them,
They broke the soil, came up slowly,
stuck spindly leaf-ringed necks out.

No flower buds appeared,
so I gave them a last drink,
consoled self (the seeds only cost a dime!).
Pulled and culled everything else,
forgot about my lost little strip of snaps.

Then one day, the last day of summer,
I walked the yard, and looked around.
Two brilliant yellow flowers peeked
out from under a Sea Oats overhang.

They made it! My beauties bloomed,
despite all the odds, the insects and moles,
the drought and creeping charlie and crabgrass.
Two blooming beauties gracing a drab area.
A lovely treat to see on this last day of summer.

(And you can see them here too.)


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Thursday, September 14, 2017

WTF is going on

Privatization of medicare is leaving many untreated,
while providers go unpaid and chaos seems to reign.
What is happening?

Tax benefits are handed out to companies for a few paltry jobs,
while local homeowners and workers struggle to make ends meet.
What is happening?

State workers are being denied overtime,
while the state budget consistently runs in the red.
What is happening?

New apartment complexes are popping up all over,
with rents out of reach to all but the rich.
What is happening?

The cost of ground beef is skyrocketing, and other items too.
Meanwhile, wages are stagnant, or going down due to outsourcing.
What is happening?

Intelligent workers brought here as children are being deported,
a skilled labor drain in the midst of a labor shortage.
What is happening?

Medical insurance is out of reach for more and more and more,
existing plans are disappearing, nothing in their place.
What is happening?

Hang in there, everyone out there.


- end


Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Can we cure the Hurricane Hangover?

Hurricanes, hurricanes, blowin in my mind.
Causing devastation, ruining many lives.
Why do we have to endure all of this hell?
Is it our climate destruction? Hard to tell.

Tornado season seemed like it lasted forever,
All those homes shattered into so much tinder.
Now we must endure another horrific season,
A bit of sunny weather comes a teasing.

Watch all of the resort towns get flattened,
No matter how many “hatches get battened.”
Will they go through the entire storm alphabet?
All of those rescue challenges yet to be met.

How many can our United States withstand,
Before collapse and anarchy rule our land.
It looks like we are soon going to find out,
though we pray and panic and scurry about.

Perhaps they should fill tanker planes with water,
fly them to great heights to freeze their payloads.
Then swoop over the megastorm and dump the ice,
calm those hot winds and make the weather play nice.

More expensive to do this and pay a huge cost,
or endure devastation and mourn those who are lost?
Something to consider as we hunker in our shelters,
we can take bold action to make the situation better.


- end


Monday, September 04, 2017

A good weekend

Social times with friends, a visit to a neighborhood bar, a picnic, even a moonlight hike.  What more could a guy ask of a long weekend   (except maybe an extra day or two.)    Thankful for a wonderful time.



...have had worse weekends  :-)   

Monday, August 21, 2017

A Faint Hope

So much global anger and division,
government arrogance and derision;
Many deaths result from one decision,
Career boost gained off military destruction.

Stars and ribbons and polished jutting chins,
swagger in rooms packed with high tech sweat.
A quorum is reached on territory to win,
lives to snuff for death's quota to be met.

Another adventure in some dusty Afghan province,
or propping up another regime in Baghdad?
Perhaps large bribes to area tribes to convince
them to attack Hezbollah and make Israel glad.

The players change places, retire and write books,
recount heroism repeated by predecessors.
New ones take over and “sink in their hooks,”
creating their own local ruling oppressors.

Perhaps they would listen to one of their own,
a general who fought many battles for peace.
Time to call Eisenhower's ghost back home,
give tired troops and bloody populations relief.




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Saturday, August 19, 2017

Listy listy listy

Links to my books for sale on Amazon etc - thanks for taking a look  :-)

Future Property – Michael Wilson

Experimental Tales – Dycen Alexander

The Osmotics – Dycen Alexander
https://www.amazon.com/Osmotics-Dycen-Alexander/dp/1495486575

New Venture – Dycen Alexander

Epic Prime Collection – Dycen Alexander

Crime Spree – poetry - Mike Wilson

A Strange Enterprise collection of speculations

Shadow Intersection - poetry

29 Stories – Kindle Edition – collection of short fiction:



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Friday, August 18, 2017

A historical find

Oh, how serendipitous, delightful it is to be idling by, digging through old notebooks and reading what my younger self wrote.  When I found this snippet of spontaneous poetry I wrote at age 27, when I was in love  (or at least infatuated).   Now you can enjoy it too.

"Years have gone by;
years of pain, suffering, loneliness.
I have searched, questioned, agonized.
Feelings came and went in a mad swirl of seeking.

Millions is the magic key; or is
it college; no, maybe electronics,
to create an intelligent machine for a pet.
How about plants, to “grow my offspring.”
Or catching fish to snag some good cheer.
Music, sweet music is always nice to hear
                             even when you're queer.

Love is the force I seek –
and into
its warm, bright, soft center I peek.
Money can't earn it. Business can't pay it.
Trees can't grow it. Art can't paint it.
Fishing won't catch it – music can only say it.
Love is the key to your soul."

I thought I was old or something - LOL.




Thursday, August 17, 2017

Youtube links

Here are a few experimental videos on Youtube.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTD_Ypz1jwM
Live Clam in a small Iowa river

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QG26EGjpBRE
March for Science and a bell ringer in the background

Tettegouche Falls in northern Minnesota
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQIziOGjqnA

Iowa State Fair 2008
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQt2V9YYf-Q

Navy Blue Angels seen while driving on I-80
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_tCJWwUJUg

Enjoy them all.




Tuesday, August 15, 2017

What Happened to US

What happened to You

America so beautiful,
once you were harsh wilderness,
tamed by adventurers,
settled by Europe's castoffs and so many others.

Now you have turned into a miasma of
self-absorbed fluff addicts,
peppered by extremists and hate groups.

Once you gave the blood of so many youth
to combat fascism and racism.
Now you grow these evil weeds within your borders.

The quiet majority needs to set down their toys
and shout as one “Enough! We will not stand for this again!”
“We paid a horrible price for this in the 1940's!”
“Too high a price to repeat the mistake.”

Say NO to Nazi fascism, NO to racism, NO to bigotry
America was supposed to be better than this,
is supposed to be better than this,
Can become better than this.

These battles evidently must be fought over and over
by every new generation.

We are all one nation and had better figure out how to get along,
before we tear ourselves apart.

One civil war was enough.

Grow up, USA.

Get over the Fascist and Racist Foolishness and move on!




Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Ready or Not (again)

A rising din of engines and voices,
Dual-wheel pickups tow livestock
trailers to and fro, cutting corners quick!
Porta-potties line up like arriving crowds will,
border the edges of grounds throbbing with preparation.

Nearby neighborhoods sprout campers like weeds,
colored tape marks off yard parking areas,
manicured lawns awaiting their first oil stains,
tire ruts and trash piles of the season:
Promising profits for the property owners.
Cars are already lining some streets...

Various species of livestock announce their presence,
bleating, mooing and squawking their magnificence.
Their odors precede even their reputations...

August 10 is coming soon,
with that another Iowa State Fair is here.
The beast seems to get bigger every year!

This year, the grounds barely hold it all in.
An enormous roar will be felt as fireworks
cap off the entire garish spectacle.

Ready or not,
like a winter snowstorm, it is coming.
Everyone around may as well take in the show.
(Bound to be a good story or two hidden in
all of that confusion.)

Enjoy.



August Cool

Farewell for now cursed sweat rivulets,
stay away clammy air, too heavy to breathe.
Time to step outside and exult in the beauties.
A touch of Fall coolness has arrived in Iowa.

An August wonder, seventy degrees at noon;
In July it was a hundred and people swooned.
Now the yard work can get finished,
natural areas once again explored...

Overworked air conditioners can catch a break,
car engines and children whine a whole lot less.
Grilling and chilling outdoors returns to being fun;
The only ones sweating now are triathalon trainers.

Enjoy this brief respite, lucky Iowans;
we know mother nature is in the windup,
ready to throw us some more misery soon.
At least we caught a nice weekend this time around.



- end

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Sub and Super Constructs

If our universe is a mere simulation,
death need not be feared as a destination.
Energy-ciphers flitting about in imagined
reality, we really have nothing to fear.

A curious mind wants to know how far
up and down the universes go, nested
inside each other as they must be.

Realities are created inside
energy-vessels of ever-larger realities.

Larger and smaller the universes come,
occupants within knowing only vastness.
Some distant origin-explosion or
"Big Bang" remains unimaginably distant.

All physical laws, time and 'the real'
fragment or super-assemble and
are incomprehensible to our
relatively tiny human brains.

Consciousness may dissipate,
but our energy persists,
and will return again in
some unimaginable form.

See you in the some-when of
an ultracoherent some-what,
at some time or other!



Saturday, August 05, 2017

Lucky Seventies

Farewell for now cursed sweat rivulets,
stay away clammy air, too heavy to breathe.
Time to step outside and exult in the beauties.
A touch of Fall coolness has arrived in Iowa.

An August wonder, seventy degrees at noon;
In July it was a hundred and people swooned.
Now the yard work can get finished,
natural areas once again explored...

Overworked air conditioners can catch a break,
car engines and children whine a whole lot less.
Grilling and chilling outdoors returns to being fun;
The only ones sweating now are triathalon trainers.

Enjoy this brief respite, lucky Iowans;
we know mother nature is in the windup,
ready to throw us some more misery soon.
At least we caught a nice weekend this time around.




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