"Words, Words, Words"

The title above is taken from the second act of Hamlet. Polonius asks Hamlet what he’s reading, and Hamlet answers with the above. I think it shows that Shakespeare, speaking through Hamlet, admits that words are provisional, and then goes on using them very skillfully. 

Mother Maria Skobstova (1891-1945)

If she were a Buddhist, everyone would be rushing to call her a bodhisattva. Yad Vashem, in Israel, awarded her the prize called Righteous Among the Nations.  But, because she was a Christian, she is instead called a Saint. But it doesn’t matter too much. Those are only words, and inadequate to really describe her radical degree of compassion. They are only stabs at it, as all words are.

My Prediction

    I used to write essays and poetry, which I would send out to a list of folks for critique. Sometimes I would change them, based on that critique. (The only one that got zero  criticism and only praise was “Heretic’s Testament” in case you’re interested).

Recent Poetry: August 2023

 Idolatry

There was a guy, went for a walk.

He didn’t lollygag or balk,

Nor did he think it very odd,

This walk was what he’d once called, “god.”

Recent Poetry: May 2023

 

Living Forever

Death’s an illusion. So is birth.

(And so are carrots, for what it’s worth).

Once you’ve seen what’s really real,

Eternity is no big deal.