Transfixus Sed Non Mortuus

Here I Stand, Pierced and Transfixed

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If I

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If I could see
If I could hear
before
the storm came

I might have seen
I might have cooled
the words
burning your throat

If I could turn
If I could change
it all
and forget my soul

I would do it
I would show it
to you
in the dance-light

If I did my best
If I wracked my frame
to see
the hidden answers

then you’d have it
then you’d see it
and peace
would float your way.

If I did nothing
If I broke my heart
to see
all it seemed to be

then I’d forget
then I’d regret
nothing
save my dream

Dolph Lundgren v. Unicorn

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I was happy to see Dolph Lundgren in the Expendables recently, and this is pretty funny:

The Shed

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My parents used to have an old metal shed that stood behind the garage. In it, all the gardening tools were stored on the warped and old particle wood floor. The walls and roof were made of thin corrugated metal. The corrugated metal left plenty of room for wasp nests, and I remember having a very healthy fear of walking into that incredibly dark place in the summertime with all the strange shapes jutting out every which way and wasps buzzing gently above my head.

I am allergic to bees and wasps, so it makes very good sense for me to be wary of such a place. However, all the garden tools were contained within those corrugated metal walls. Since one of my jobs was to mow the yard, I was required to go into the shed fairly often, and every time, I was scared to go into the shed. Sometimes, I would reach in just enough to grab the front of the lawn mower (an old red motorized push-style mower), lift it up, and drag it outside. This would ensure that I could get away quickly if I was attacked by an angry swarm of wasps.

I just recently went back to my parents’ home and saw that the old corrugated shed is no more. Some parts were used to make a brand new one, with a much more solid floor. Additionally, it’s pretty air-tight, which means far less wasps!

You Run Away

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You run away
You could turn and stay
But you run away
from me

I tried to be your brother.
You cried and ran for cover.
I made a mess,
who doesn’t?
I did my best, but it wasn’t enough.

You run away.
You could turn and stay,
but you run away
from me.

I’ll give you something can cry about.
One thing you should try it out:
hold a mirror shoulder high
when you’re older, look you in the eye.
When you’re older, look you in the eye.

I tried, but you tried harder.
I lied, but you lied smarter.
You made me guess who was it…
I did my best but it wasn’t enough!

(whooo)

You run away.
You could turn and stay,
but you run away
from me.

You run away (You run away).
(away) You could turn and stay (You turn and stay).
But you run away
from me.

But that’s not something to cry about (cry).
It’s not something to lie about.

You run away (I tried to be your brother)
You could turn and stay (You cried and ran for cover)
But you run away (I made a mess, who doesn’t?)
from me (I did my best, but it wasn’t enough)
~Barenaked Ladies

The Cubicle House

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An Experiment

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It was after dark on the streets of Ann Arbor. The street lights had been on for over an hour as they cast their fluorescent glow on the sidewalks. I was supposed to be up quite early the next morning, so I was in a bit of a hurry while I pedaled my bike down the half-empty streets. There were a few people walking down the sidewalks, but overall the city was not very alive.

As I rode down Liberty, I passed by an older man asking a young couple for directions. I heard, “Do you know how to get to…” but I didn’t catch the name of the place he was looking for. I slowed down just enough to hear the young man say that he didn’t know where it was. I kept riding for a few seconds while I debated whether I should turn around and help the guy. He was dressed in the dirty clothes of a panhandler, and his shoulders showed a slight shrug of tiredness or something else.

I eventually chose to turn around, deciding to at least see what his question was. I rode up to him, and asked him what he was looking for. He said that he had four young children who were up at the hotel on Huron, and they needed food. He wanted to get to St. Francis Church to maybe get some help from them.

He was sweating profusely though the ambient temperature was around 65 degrees. His hands were shaking and as he was talking, he had started to ‘rest’ against a wall nearby in a half-slump. I told him St. Thomas Church was closer, and he said that he couldn’t go to a Catholic church. I then “broke the news” to him that St. Francis was a Catholic church. He started to argue with me, but his words trailed off. Then he said that maybe I was right, and he went into telling me all kinds of details about the hotel and his little girls, and how he only wanted to get them something to eat. Then he asked for some cash.

In spite of my feeling that I was being lied to, I told him that I would walk with him to Jimmy John’s nearby and buy subs for him and his children because I had no cash (but I could use a credit card). He just stared at me for a moment, but then said that he needed money to buy milk for the kids as well. I told him that I would buy them some large sodas. He refused my offer, but thanked me, saying that I was a “good person.” He then walked away quickly before I could reply.

I watched him walk for a while longer, and thought a bit to myself about the dangers of what I did, as well as what was behind my actions. It would have been simple to pass him by and let him keep working the streets, trying to find a friendly soul who would give him some green hard cash. The result was the same, whether I had stopped or not. The gentleman would still be wandering the streets telling his story to any passerby. So, what’s the difference?

I guess one thing I gained is that I now know for sure that I could not help him in the state he was in (given my limited experience and his current outlook on life), instead of wondering later if I could have helped.

As I mentioned before, I feel that people who need help should get it, and I hope that those who are lying eventually get honest so they can get the help they need, not just what they want. Another thing that bothers me in trying to help people who need it is that it is very easy for me to get taken advantage of. What would I have done if that man had a gun or had an accomplice hiding out nearby to attack me? Am I willing to risk my life to help someone who may be trapped in a world of their making, a world filled with some real horrific actions?

I’ve often helped people on the side of the road who have said that they didn’t think anyone stopped anymore and they were extremely grateful for the help I provided. I’ve also met a lot of people like the gentleman above where their minds are twisted (in my opinion) to the point of not being able to ask for any real help. Alas, I don’t know if I could ever tell just by looking at a person whether they were “deserving” of help and trustworthy.

In the meantime, I think I will continue this little experiment of helping people when I can in the ways that I feel comfortable and just see where it leads. I wonder what the results will bring…

http://issendai.livejournal.com/572510.html

Ears to Eyes

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In the bounded space
between shadows and light,
I saw sound waves like oceans;
my ears were now eyes.
I saw every vibration,
every man’s shout, song, and lonely call.
I was stunned that I saw it at all.

The gods must have smiled on me
like an ancient Roman victory,
and below, I saw the rumbling rabble,
the din of the heart-broke thieves.
I saw the voices lifted up in fear
and I saw everything I could not hear.

Like a tidal wave,
they crashed through my vision.
All their emotions lay bare,
unshielded in the multifacet sound.
I saw their calls to the unknown,
like a prince’s diadem without a throne.

Then I answered
in my shallowest of voices.
My words were but snow dropped in fire,
a melting of color in a bright array.
Yet I spoke on with all my heart,
and spoke deeply of hope and love and art.

My words weren’t strong,
yet they were white with the light.
In the channel of my lowly mind,
the truth had leapt over my fear.
In an instant the four winds were shattered,
and I saw for the first time all that really mattered.

I raised my voice
like a trumpet to a king.
But it was lost to the great host nearby,
for they could not hear all that I had seen.
But I saw my words rise in chords with others,
just like my fathers, brothers, sisters, and mothers.

And I saw it all,
as it joined the fire.
The water covered me over
and my body turned itself to bones.
As I sank below the sunlight and the waves,
I knew I could now free my fathers’ graves.

A World in Your Eye

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http://www.behance.net/paronsuren/Frame/428809 An amazing look at the human eye

http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/article/854018–how-panhandlers-use-free-credit-cards

In my travels and dealings of late, I’ve come across a lot more needy and homeless people. In the not-so-distant past, if I had money or food, I would give it pretty freely. But a while back, people convinced me that it doesn’t really do the people much good because they often don’t use it for the things they need. Instead, they believe that it would be better given to a charity to ensure that the money is used well, or pay the person for a service like cleaning a car or mowing the lawn.

I haven’t come to a very good conclusion either way, and as a result, I don’t act the same way every time I encounter this dilemma. Sometimes, I’m willing to give a few bucks. Other times, I ignore person completely. I may even help them from time to time.

The article above references what people do with the “money” they are given. Reading between the lines and adding my own experiences to the mix, I find that homeless and needy people genuinely want to be honest and trustworthy from the deepest parts of their souls.

So, what gets in the way of a person’s genuine honesty? I think one reason is perceived need. They “need” to get more food or what-have-you, and that need is greater than the need to be honest in their minds. My own experience has also taught me that as you lie more often, the situations for which you will succomb to lying become more and more frequent. I also think that it can be easy to lie to yourself. A part of you might know the truth, but another part seems to speak over the truth’s voice, and without proper defenses, it’s easy to be swayed by that “voice in your head.”

I really don’t know the best way of dealing with homeless/needy people. Perhaps there isn’t a “best” way, and I should just trust my heart and wether I feel comfortable and trusting in a specific situation. Or perhaps I should find a middle-of-the-road response that I use for all situations. In any case, I hope the people who need help get it, and those that are lying to me or to themselves get honest, and then get the help they need.