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Earthside Blogs

On Mar 23, 11:25 pm, "pdw" wrote:

> If you’re actually interested in the blogs, try

http://blogs.earthside.org/

"Cannot Find Server"… until I fixed it, the /h/ was missing.


"Mirror Twins" by Dockery-Fowler:
http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars

"Ozone Stigmata" by Dockery-Conley:
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

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Passing Thought

Silence…

An invisible treasure which should be relished

What’s inside your dream egg
A song sung sweet,
or a dog’s life to beg

Let me swim in the calm waters of your thought
A limitless wonder inside a second’s time

Not a doubting edge to be fought
Just a wondering of what we’ll find

Send me some slight… simple… sign
Grant me a releasement from anticipation.

                                      Oryley

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Off the Edge of a Dream

I looked over the cliff and into the sea
Through the cold salty air I saw me

Flying over the miles of pale blue
Fear not of death and you could to

Close my eyes and just let go
Of all those feelings that hold me below

This serene feeling is clean and unmarred
To be up there with the moon and the stars

Out off into the far and distant
Take that leap I would be there in an instant

Traveling far from all that I know
To stitch up my feeling and folly I sew

>From in my chords you will hear no scream

If I flew off the edge of this dream

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What God Said To Mohammed

On Mar 26, 12:03 am, sdrodr…@sdrodrian.com wrote:

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> On Mar 25, 8:10 pm, "Mirelle"
> <mirellepoe…@gmail.com> wrote:

>> sdrodr…@sdrodrian.com wrote:

>> Lies, and vilification, of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)
>> Mirelle

> What?! No. No. What I wrote is this:

> BEGIN QUOTE

>    What God Said To Mohammed:

> [Historical note, in passing:  Instead of
> writing His Message To Mankind into
> the heart and soul   of every man, woman,
> and child… God   found an illiterate brute
> out in the middle of the Arabian peninsula
> and gave to that most improbably clod
> the message He wanted passed on to mankind.
> And so, apparently, as recorded in the Quran
> and elsewhere]

>   … Thus said God unto Mohammed:

> "Go and maim, butcher, and murder, steal
> and rob everything from everyone you kill.
> Knock off the heads of anyone who contradicts
> you, questions you, insults you, looks at you
> the wrong way–be it man, woman, child. Rape
> all the girls (and the boys too), no matter how
> old or young! Make war on the whole world
> that you may profit from its mounds of gold!
> Destroy all civilizations! Torture, exterminate
> entire peoples! Extinguish the light of human
> knowledge from the world! Suffocate all hopes
> of individual freedom! And, of course, pass on
> the message that I am the only God, and you
> are my messanger. Ah ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!" *

> S DRodrian
> http://poems.sdrodrian.com
> http://physics.sdrodrian.com
> http://music.sdrodrian.com
> http://mp3.sdrodrian.com

> * [this is just a summary of the "holy" Quran]
>     And, of course, Mohammed the brute did
>     all this very faithfully indeed [as recorded
>     by Muslims themselves, who are still doing
>     the same to this day].

> END QUOTE

> SEE:    http://islamisbad.com

> As you can see for yourself, EVERYTHING
> I wrote was the truth. If you have spotted
> the least falsehood in anything I wrote (above)
> please let me know and I will correct it   *
> immediately. That is a solemn promise,

> S DRodrian
> http://poems.sdrodrian.com
> http://physics.sdrodrian.com
> http://music.sdrodrian.com
> http://mp3.sdrodrian.com

> * I still prefer Moe to your Moo, though.

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s…@sdrodrian.com (S D Rodrian) wrote in message
<news:bf7b874e.0201091216.74045d61@posting.google.com>…

>>> It is much more accurate to say that the Muslims STOLE
>>> the scientific databases of the peoples they conquered
>>> (since they originally were in reality, mostly illiterate
>>> Arab nomads)
>>  TYPICAL HINDU LIES.

Apparently you believe that
simply because I cite the horrors
that Arabs/Muslims visited upon
the Hindus (and Islam’s genocides
and theft of the treasures of Hindu
civilization) that therefore
I must be Hindu! This is most
amusing, as it betrays you to be
a person who could not imagine
someone moral/ethical enough to
denounce crimes committed against
someone other than himself!
[Don’t fret, yours is a very common
flaw in many human beings.]

No: I am not Hindu. It’s simply
that the Islamic genocide of
Hindus is without question the
worst crime against humanity on
record, that’s all. Please keep
this in mind in the future.

In any case, to remedy my
unbalanced approach, and to help
satisfy your thirst for a more
comprehensive historical view,
here’s the reprint of a letter sent
to Carly Fiorina, at the time CEO
of Hewlett Packard Corporation,
in response to a speech given by
her on September 26, 2001 which
you can [no longer] find at this url:

www.hp.com/hpinfo/execteam/speeches/fiorina/minnesota01.htm

S D Rodrian

         What Arab Civilization?

November 7, 2001
Carly Fiorina
Hewlett-Packard
3000 Hanover Street
Palo Alto, CA 94304-1185

Dear Madame Fiorina:

It is with great interest that I read your
speech delivered on September 26, 2001, titled
"Technology, Business and Our way of Life:
What’s Next" [sic]. I was particularly
interested in the story you told at the end of
your speech, about the Arab/Muslim civilization.

As an Assyrian, a non-Arab, Christian native of
the Middle East, whose ancestors reach back to
5000 B.C., I wish to clarify some points you
made in this little story, and to alert you to
the dangers of unwittingly being drawn into the
Arabist/Islamist ideology, which seeks to
assimilate all cultures and religions into the
Arab/Islamic fold.

I know you are a very busy woman, but please
find ten minutes to read what follows, as it is
a perspective that you will not likely get from
anywhere else. I will answer some of the
specific points you made in your speech, then
conclude with a brief perspective on this
Arabist/Islamist ideology.

Arabs and Muslims appeared on the world scene in
630 A.D., when the armies of Muhammad began
their conquest of the Middle East. We should be
very clear that this was a military conquest,
not a missionary enterprise, and through the use
of force, authorized by a declaration of a Jihad
against infidels, Arabs/Muslims were able to
forcibly convert and assimilate non-Arabs and
non-Mulsims into their fold. Very few indigenous
communities of the Middle East survived this —
primarily Assyrians, Jews, Armenians and Coptics
(of Egypt).

Having conquered the Middle East, Arabs placed
these communities under a Dhimmi (see the book
Dhimmi, by Bat Ye’Or) system of governance,
where the communities were allowed to rule
themselves as religious minorities (Christians,
Jews and Zoroastrian). These communities had to
pay a tax (called a Jizzya in Arabic) that was,
in effect, a penalty for being non-Muslim, and
that was typically 80% in times of tolerance and
up to 150% in times of oppression. This tax
forced many of these communities to convert to
Islam, as it was designed to do.

You state, "its architects designed buildings
that defied gravity." I am not sure what you are
referring to, but if you are referring to domes
and arches, the fundamental architectural
breakthrough of using a parabolic shape instead
of a spherical shape for these structures was
made by the Assyrians more than 1300 years
earlier, as evidenced by their archaeological
record.

You state, "its mathematicians created the
algebra and algorithms that would enable the
building of computers, and the creation of
encryption." The fundamental basis of modern
mathematics had been laid down not hundreds but
thousands of years before by Assyrians and
Babylonians, who already knew of the concept of
zero, of the Pythagorean Theorem, and of many,
many other developments expropriated by
Arabs/Muslims (see History of Babylonian
Mathematics, Neugebauer).

You state, "its doctors examined the human body,
and found new cures for disease." The
overwhelming majority of these doctors (99%)
were Assyrians. In the fourth, fifth, and sixth
centuries Assyrians began a systematic
translation of the Greek body of knowledge into
Assyrian. At first they concentrated on the
religious works but then quickly moved to
science, philosophy and medicine. Socrates,
Plato, Aristotle, Galen, and many others were
translated into Assyrian, and from Assyrian into
Arabic. It is these Arabic translations which
the Moors brought with them into Spain, and
which the Spaniards translated into Latin and
spread throughout Europe, thus igniting the
European Renaissance.

By the sixth century A.D., Assyrians had begun
exporting back to Byzantia their own works on
science, philosophy and medicine. In the field
of medicine, the Bakhteesho Assyrian family
produced nine generations of physicians, and
founded the great medical school at Gundeshapur
(Iran). Also in the area of medicine, (the Assyrian)
Hunayn ibn-Ishaq’s textbook on ophthalmology,
written in 950 A.D., remained the authoritative
source on the subject until 1800 A.D.

In the area of philosophy, the Assyrian
philosopher Job of Edessa developed a physical
theory of the universe, in the Assyrian
language, that rivaled Aristotle’s theory, and
that sought to replace matter with forces (a
theory that anticipated some ideas in quantum
mechanics, such as the spontaneous creation and
destruction of matter that occurs in the quantum
vacuum).

One of the greatest Assyrian achievements of the
fourth century was the founding of the first
university in the world, the School of Nisibis,
which had three departments, theology,
philosophy and medicine, and which became a
magnet and center of intellectual development in
the Middle East. The statutes of the School of
Nisibis, which have been preserved, later became
the model upon which the first Italian
university was based (see The Statutes of the
School of Nisibis, by Arthur Voobus).

When Arabs and Islam swept through the Middle
East in 630 A.D., they encountered 600 years of
Assyrian Christian civilization, with a rich
heritage, a highly developed culture, and
advanced learning institutions. It is this
civilization that became the foundation of the
Arab civilization.

You state, "Its astronomers looked into the
heavens, named the stars, and paved the way for
space travel and exploration." This is a bit
melodramatic. In fact, the astronomers you refer
to were not Arabs but Chaldeans and Babylonians
(of present day south-Iraq), who for millennia
were known as astronomers and astrologers, and
who were forcibly Arabized and Islamized — so
rapidly that by 750 A.D. they had disappeared
completely.

You state, "its writers created thousands of
stories. Stories of courage, romance and magic.
Its poets wrote of love, when others before them
were too steeped in fear to think of such
things." There is very little literature in the
Arabic language that comes from this period you
are referring to (the Koran is the only
significant piece of literature), whereas the
literary output of the Assyrians and Jews was
vast. The third largest corpus of Christian
writing, after Latin and Greek, is by the
Assyrians in the Assyrian language (also called
Syriac); see:

http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/14408a.htm

You state, "when other nations were afraid of
ideas,

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le Poisson d'avril

 Beaver Creek Memory

Gone are the rock bottom days
.  No more warm moon nights
.  Good bye beaver naked ladies
rib button polka-dot tights
.

¡Como él navega río abajo añada su estrofa!

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BARBA CAESIA

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i once had sex in a closet (my 31st poem of the year)

while i watched a film
but there was no lighting
for obvious reasons
so i got confused
and the closet door closed
catastrophe ensued
and i was sued
that was way back when
you know, my days as a gigolo.

sorry, it’s a very emotional poem
very jack austinesque in manners hence
so i can’t proceed
too much emotion.

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The Old School Meets The New School

The Davinci Code revisited while visualizing calculus.  Mirroring
recursive logic, reflecting abstract poetry.  Designing an algorithm,
building a test case, and publishing the work.  The next step was
finding a real programmer to write the code in C++, and buying into
the only book published on the subject written in World War II.  An
Alphabetically Backward’s Rhyming Dictionary.  It finds the line of
best fit, it does.  The best fitting rhyme that is.

If you go to http://www.ckoogle.com today you can get the source code
in php or C++.  The Advice given to me was to change the graphic.  But
maybe I should like up to the book.  "Walker’s Rhyming Dictionary".
Just reading the pages casts a euphoric spell on you.  Trance inducing
opiates just bleed through the pages.

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Sea-Scapes by Stanley Dunton

Invitation

*

Come, draw the breath of life friend,
        Rise to the joyous wave scend,
        Then shall the soft wind sing,
        Of loneliness and enchantment,
‘Neath crowding sail thy ship wing
        To horizons of contentment.

Stay

*

Foment not here indoctrined sphere
Where all Creation ringeth clear.

*

Departure

*

        frail rays of day
        the grip of night allay,
Dawning burned to morning
And a land breeze swept the bay
As we softly slipped our mooring,
and gently filled away.

*

The Dreamer

*

Stood a rock, aloof from landward strata
Dividing every tide,
Wherein this stack a cleft was set
Poised one of youthful stature
Whose gaze stood out afar,
Unmindful, in his rapture,
Of the waters stealthy stride
Untill uprising amber volumes
Tinged by the dying skies
Did shock the deep foundations,
Yet never flinched the eyes
Envisioning wondrous dreams
To later realize.
Bare foot advanced, and knee slight bent
The other straight behind
Body leaning, urgent bent,
Arms out spread, each hand a flanking hold
                                  did find.
Scant clothing, spray drenched, wind wrenched
Dried, drenched and dried,
By wind and sea baptized.
Eyes burning, heart yearning,
His phantom ship did guide.
Gulls crying, day dying
Suffered the mite no qualm,
But gaining his lair by a winding stair
Lay back to permit of the charm
Of a brilliant night to blind the sight
To the thought of a schoolday morn,
Then named he Orion, the Plough and the Lion,
And recited the verse so beautifully terse
Which tells of the time in his northern clime
"Five hours to go e’re the tide be low
Five hours of grace by the Spheres of Space."
Lighting his lantern, within a small cave
He scratched from his hair the brine of the wave.
Beneath a coned flume, he built a bright fire
Till the crackling of driftwood joined the
                                wind’s choir,
When he hauled forth a blanket,
Smuggled from home,
An old concertina of permanent loan
And vied with the flames and skirl of the wind
To such good effect as to pardon the sin.
Upon a ledge overhead, was a book,
Purloined from musty repose,
Of a content he never forsook,
So enthralling the theme, so vivid the prose,
Of great living ships, responding to sail,
Of men who scorned shelter from heat and
                               from hail.
With slate and shrill pencil he laid a fair
                                       plan
Of a ship of his own, when he was a man.
Sweet were her lines and wondrous true,
>From a thousand erasures she gracefully grew

Investing  each line with the soul of her crew,
For he was that one, and master of both.
>From a great leather belt, twice round him,

                                    he drew
A most fearsome knife, and a marline spike,
                                        too,
First fondled with pride, then laid aside,
Then hied him a pace from where he had sat,
Laid hold of a slab, and hauled it on edge
When his arm in the hole did eagerly dredge,
Till squatting again, he sighted the run
Of a mineature hull, scarcely begun.
Three hours were sped in the wink of an eye
E’re returned to it’s bed, when the chips
                           ceased to fly
And are fed to the embers: He watches them
                                      flame,
And as though it were a symbol, to repudiate
                                       fame
His earnest young voice did softly proclaim;
"But give me a ship and cast me free
        with the helm and sheets to hand,
The song of the breeze and answering seas
        and you can be monarch of every land."
The rustle of pebbles, at tow of the ebb
Arose with the smell of the pungent weed.
In his fair young face, so proper to the place
Was the light of the deep sea race.
Peering alow, reluctant to go,
His vision disclosing a ledge,
Supple of limb, yet taut as a bow
His body slid over the edge,
With easy grace, he spanned the space
To the slippery moss girt base.
A rock strewn path by the moon was lit
And thence to the lofty cliff, there flit,
A nimble sprite to scale the height
Till, welcomed home by Rover,
He muzzled his snout in wet dish clout,
And caressing the faithfull collie
Crept to bed, unwashed but fed,
with a prayer for his dear Aunt Polly.

*

Tournament

*

When seas do seethe to the freshening breeze
And canvas cracks o’erhead,
The heart doth bound to the merry sound
So fast to the ocean wed.

Aslant careened, boiling streamed
Her wake to the lists of weather.
As onward flew, full well she knew
The pride in a helmsmans stance.
Nor yawing here, nor veering there
She turns the Elements lance.

*

Lost

*

Who humours caprice of the tyrant
Receiveth contempt in reward,
Forgoing true existance
For the glory of his lord,

Be such an one enthroned
Upon the prejudicial base
Of pride, and fear through ignorance,
To inebriate the race.

Then will men adjure their offspring
To weild their country’s mace,
Whilst mouthing holy praises
For the mockery of Space.

*

A Nobler Thrall

*

T’were all in vain, and vain, gross pleading
Against wretched strife for borrowed life
When all the Earth’s acceding
To Natures call, sufficing all,
        and bounty ever rife.

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Jubilee

Jubilee

Sharing dreams in evenness seems,
Through ten thousand miles deserted of smiles. Her twisted face a
roadsign
Through poppy windshield backwashed yellow lines.
So there we all were,
Burned out beside a raging fire
The glow of which we shared one trifle night.
Visions crept beneath the depth
To blanket silent embers.
One cried out from lost and lonely corners,
Rehearsing rhymes of terror
In the uncovering of the bloodshot moon.
As later I slept,
A belly dancer crept,
Dripping porridge songs from slit wrists.
From massicist bracelets
I proudly heard the ringing;
Bathtub finale.
I danced away from the night in sleep,
And she from dreams she no longer could keep.
They drank the blue water of the morning.
I returned to the sky cactus well.
Come tomorrow, no more sorrow.  

Copyright©2007 By DavidDii

http://www.daviddiipoetrycafe.com

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