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“The cliché is that ‘power corrupts’ but it would be more accurate, and more telling, to rephrase this as ‘the ability to define reality corrupts’! If I have the power to define reality than I am pretty much untouchable; if I have the power to say what reality is and what it isn’t then I can get away with just about anything. How can I get caught out when ‘everything I do is right’ (or when ‘everything I do is eminently justifiable’) and you can be sure that everything I do will be excused in this way if I’m the one in charge of the ‘official validation procedure’!”

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One thing we never properly understand is the true function of the power differential in society. We can of course observe, as did Alfred Adler, that there is this drive to obtain and exert power (which Adler derived from Nietzsche’s subtler concept of the ‘will to power’) which effectively incentivizes us to climb as high as we can up the social hierarchy. There are obvious benefits to this – from the biological point of view, having a high social status means (for males, at any rate) that we will have a better chance of passing our genetic material on to future generations, which is of course what the basic biological game is all about. In societies all across the world there are male hierarchies of power but the incentive to compete for a place in them is clearly not about having the precious opportunity to father more babies than lower…

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Eye Contact

EYE CONTACT

In that instant
Soul to soul
One sole soul
‘I’ contact

Acting Out: Four By Six

ACTING OUT

I look all around me
Even in the mirror
All I see are puppets
Who is it pulls the strings?

The Perils Of Social Isolation

The Perils Of Social Isolation.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

THE ISOLATION ILLUSION

Each WE a finger.
Without others no more WE!
Many fingers > one hand.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

 

OK I Give Up

OK I GIVE UP

Who is this who lives
… and dies
Seeking the possible

To the detriment
Of an already gifted
present?

Vinery: Shadorma

VINERY

So tangled
So densely woven
This vinescape
Hard to tell
Whether made up of many
Or of only one

Inalienable: Shadorma

INALIENABLE

Strange beings.
Each their own planet.
Who dares calls
Alien?
Look around then look within
And burst out laughing.

Odd Osprey: Shadorma

ODD OSPREY

No raptor
Vegetarian
And misfit
Pacifist
In sum non-breeding migrant
Waiting to go home

The Living Room

THE LIVING ROOM

We’re uncertain exactly where we are
Or what it is we are for that matter
One day we found ourselves cohabiting
No idea how that happened to happen

The bedroom’s not to either of our tastes
But that matters not, we pay little heed
Spend time in sleep, dreaming or dalliance
The living room – quite another matter

For here is where we spend most of our time
Agreeing, disagreeing, arguing
It seems important to get it just right
If only our visions weren’t so diverse

No that’s not it let’s try it over here
Or maybe a slightly different colour
You say we preferred it a while ago
I have to say I don’t remember that

Paint tester pots have left their splotchy marks
Loved by the one but not by the other
A whole rainbow of dissatisfactions
Look around – our living room is a mess

All kinds of ill-matching chairs and sofas
Piled with old issues of Ideal Home
Not a place we ever sit and relax
Let’s face it … we’re just as ill-matched ourselves

We strove to create our own mise-en-scène
The expression of that that which we are
Let’s give up as we are already here
For this is our truth – a study in contrasts

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This is a response to Jamie Dedes’ Wednesday Writing Prompt

Uncrazy

UNCRAZY

EYE is not crazy unless so believed,
EYE rests in the centre and sees,
In calm and quiet, quite quite quiet.
Acknowledging without judgement.
EYE is the quiet before the storm.
Swept away by the hurricane? No!
Simply covered in clouds of ripples.
Solution? Simple. So simple.
Return to the centre.
Release …..
Relax …..
Realise …..
EYE is not crazy, simply I disturbed.
Still and silent EYE is as sane as I.

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