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I am currently reading Nassim I am currently reading Nassim Nicholas Taleb's "The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbably."
The term comes from the European belief that all swans are white since that's the only kind they had ever seen. Then the British began exploring Australia and what do they find?
Taleb refers to Black Swan Events. An event that is so improbable that it can't be fit in the traditional Bell Shaped Curved. I'm just getting a good start into his work, but he's a good read. So far, he is making the argument that these BSEs...to create my own acronym...are the driving force behind history. That human history doesn't just roll along nice and smooth with one event being caused by preceeding events and then, when it has happed becomes the cause of other events.
He rather argues that history does not grow logically and rationally, but rather is a sequence of unpredictable leaps caused by unpredicatable events: Black Swans.
He uses 9/11 as an example as well as the emergence of the In
Fred died tonight. We rescuedFred died tonight.
We rescued him from a family that was calling him Bocephus...Hank Williams Jr...of course, we took one look at him and said there is no way this bassett hound....this big lumbering short legged hound dog with ears that hadn't gotten the memo yet and were still long enough to stir the dust and waft the scent up to that CSI Superfly Noze of his. You see, bassetts are according to legend bred from full sized blue tic hound with a Dachsund or some dog with short legs. They are short, but still are classified with the big dogs.
We both took one look at him and as soon as we drove away from the family that had to get rid of him because of a landlord we looked at each other and said, "There is no way in hell this dog is going to be able to pull off Bosephus. I can't remember which one of us came up with it but the name, once spoken aloud was his and his forever and that was...
We brought him home seven or eight years ago and we weren't sure how ol
from karl marx to pale jesus from karl marx to pale jesus
i don’t want you to
accept my beliefs
i want you to question your own
why should i care
if here and there
there were little phil jarrett clones?
make up your mind
but not like you make
the bed in the morning you leave
all tightly tucked corners
with no room for doubt
is no way for a man to believe
furl flags on the ramparts
paste poems on your prius
and blog till your bloggin’ content
these words that you mutter
you might as well utter
so pull up your thesaurus and vent
from riots to revolution
there’s no easy solution
left untried then put up on the shelf
from karl marx to pale jesus
there’s a repeating thesis
the only change you can make is yourself
On reflectionOn looking back into your past
thinking how the time flew by,
you stop seeing the important things in life,
while struggling to survive.
Worrying about the future
and the mistakes made long ago,
disturb your peace of mind at present
you just can´t let it go.
Your errors are over and done with,
your past you´ve left behind.
The future ahead is a blank slate
so to yourself be kind
Stop worrying about what might not be
or dwell on your wrongs with regret
best to live in the here and the now
For it´s the key to real happiness.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
SeptemberSuffering in this world of hate;
Emitting my sorrow through my fate;
Preparing my life for the treacherous fight;
Taming the fury through what I write;
Empowering the voice that’s always screaming,
Marking its words from what I’m dreaming.
Being weak from the torture of the past,
Engraving worded scars that’ll forever last.
Remembering why I keep surrendering
In this month of September,
Where I’ll keep weeping…
Dancing WavesCan I see fire as energy
When I look into the candle
A message from the atom's make
Such beauty I cannot handle
To touch enlightens from contact
But flesh plays paltry passage
So scorn is thrown by cosmic hands
With feelings of burning sage
So touch my gaze that tries to see
Why the tongue speaks to the air
Perhaps to endless waves unseen
That inferior I say is bare
Epiphany then takes me whole
That racks my waking hours
And wrapt as babe in natal womb
My struggle no longer matters
For I will always be upraised
Afloat this sea invisible
The energy I see as flame
So radiates across the sill
Onto my palms where ashy scars
To them I feel no pain
As I breathe in this field of life
Dancing cross my face
Can I see fire as energy
While all its children guide
My mind to its enormity
Encompass all inside
Still I falter in this thought
But forget the angst for now
Because this sea will sail me far
And always I upon the bow
QuatrainMirrored by a rippling shadow
Looming over the watery reflection
Their bodies reaching high with golden tips
Bestowed by the waning light of nature
Burdened by an ageless battle
Their old scabrous impression
The serene elevation over Earth's pits
Nestled within verdant nature's cradle
Pelted by hail until leaves turn to tatter
The leaves regrow with nature's own fixation
High enough to grasp the sky to sip
Drinking deep from Neptune's own ladle
Time WanderersIt is that time of day where she must flee
From her cursed eternal hunter:Run!
He wishes to rid her curse and be free
And yet for years he never got it done
She plays all day throughout her adventures
Time-warp point is what she must find after
It's her destiny and curse, only hers
By mistake, he joined the ride forever
He succeeded in finding her one day
And she offered her life, open and true
But he could not kill his desired prey
For he felt pity and something else too
There was strong friendship and love- a connection
That echoes throughout their timeless affection
I Won The FightYou have no power over me, I repeatedly said
As you first struck my face, then my head
I love you so much, you repeatedly said
But rather than let you go, I’ll first see you dead
I love you, you brutally beat out of me
Now convince the world that I am the man of your dreams
For too many years, twin ribbons of guilt and shame tied you to my heart
While sledgehammers of fear and pain tore my world apart
But like an artist, I airbrushed away each unflattering mark
For too many years, I tip-toed through life trying to gauge
Every word I said, every move I made,
Never knowing which would set off your untamed rage
And as the world moved on without me
My one true desire was to be set free
But leaving was far more intimidating than you could ever be
Still, I had no other choice, you see
To save my own life, I’d have to escape
From this prison of torture that you alone created
So I dug down deep and found strength in my soul
And from weakness, I became so very bold
I reclaimed the f
Listening to your lies..Pulling on my insides..
Spilling my intestines..
Burning my throat..
Searing my body.
Listening to your lies,
is like being stung with a million bees,
being stabbed a million times,
being set on fire,
and then peed on..
Stop lying to me..Just tell me what you really mean!
Wrap me in ink, wrap me in beauty.
Only break the silence to say something soothing.
Wrap me in beauty, wrap me in water.
Is there bad news to share? Save it for later.
Wrap me in water, wrap me in black.
I will be gone a while, then I'll be back.
Der GrafDer letzte Biss ist schon lang her
und junges Blut ist sein Begehr.
Doch mittlerweile ist er alt.
Der Schrei der Furcht ist lang verhallt.
Denn mit dem blöden Kunstgebiss,
hat vor dem Grafen niemand Schiss.
Und selbst sein Schloss, das ist verfallen.
Verstaubt und still die großen Hallen,
wo einst noch Feste voller Glanz,
gefeiert mit manch heißem Tanz.
Doch diese Zeiten sind vorbei,
Das Ende sehnt er nun herbei.
Statt schöne Hälse zu beschaun,
erwartet er - das Morgengraun.
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