Mathematical Poem - Arithmetic Equation

Saw this nice one on FB today posted by a John Byron Boyd ...
Checked it out. It's accurate.

12 + 144 + 20 + (3*2) = 150 + 32 = 182

182 / 7 = 26

26+ 55 = 81

The Apathy of Vandal Savage

Oft I think of days long gone.
When my heart was young and a poet was born.
Those days I rode prosody like a tragedy
Losing often my head like a Hessian man of artillery. 

Then as I grew older and wiser
Suffering much reason as the cause of pain,
I found prose saner though plainer
And now think those who love verse insane.

Now as I await my date with fate,
And wonder if there's a reason to hate
I look forward to the date
A poet will addressed with the prefix 'late'..

Explanation and Inspiration

I did not realise it at the time but the title was inspired by my subconscious mind vaguely remembering The Ballad Of Father Gilligan by William Butler Yeats. 1:14 PM 2018-10-19 was (is?) the approximate time when I finally finished the composition and posting of the poem on FB.

The composition of this poem started off initially just as an attempt at a quick funny couplet. It then took a life of its own. It was a reply composed in jest in response to a Facebook post by a friend Michael Morrison. He posted what was supposedly Ayn Rand's favorite poem: The Westerner by Charles Badger Clark which on reading suggested to my mind a celebration of rugged individuality mixed with conditional compassion among other things in a gentle but unapologetic way.

Over the past few days (years actually) I had also been brooding over life and its meaning/s wondering if it all really matters anyway and reluctantly conceding even more ground to a Sartre-ian apathy about the absurdity of life that has possessed me for more than a decade now.

Also, over the past two days I saw some YouTube videos which provided me with some realisations that further shaped the perspectives that were already lingering in my mind.

We start off with a cartoon super-villain named Vandal Savage and his regrets in a conversation with Superman about how his success in defeating the Justice League gave him the freedom to conduct his failed gravitational experiments that  lead unintentionally to the extinction of our species. After allowing for Superman to vent his rage and delivering some awesome dialogues, together they fight of some bugs to retrieve a power source that some bugs had stolen from him. Together, they then work to complete the construction of a time machine to send Superman back in time to defeat Vandal Savage (himself) to save humanity powered by the said power source.

The last 66 seconds of the above video and the first 66 seconds of the next video overlap.

For some background on Vandal Savage you can see the below video if interested.

I was also reminded of some videos I had seen in the past. One of them was titled "when human disappear from earth" . I am not posting the one I saw as I found many competing videos with the same title some of which were better than the one I had seen first. Another video that I think was important was "The History and Future of Everything -- Time"

It gives you a good perspective of how irrelevant we are not just in the vastness of space but also in that of time.

“In the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with Annie. [Dedication to Sagan's wife, Ann Druyan, in Cosmos]”― Carl Sagan, Cosmos

The post was as follows

Michael Morrison

8 hrs · 

Supposedly Ayn Rand's favorite poem:
The Westerner - Poem by Charles Badger Clark

My fathers sleep on the sunrise plains,
And each one sleeps alone.
Their trails may dim to the grass and rains,
For I choose to make my own.
I lay proud claim to their blood and name,
But I lean on no dead kin;
My name is mine, for the praise or scorn,
And the world began when I was born
And the world is mine to win.
They built high towns on their old log sills,
Where the great, slow rivers gleamed,
But with new, live rock from the savage hills
I'll build as they only dreamed.
The smoke scarce dies where the trail camp
lies,
Till the rails glint down the pass;
The desert springs into fruit and wheat
And I lay the stones of a solid street
Over yesterday's untrod grass.
I waste no thought on my neighbor's birth
Or the way he makes his prayer.
I grant him a white man's room on earth
If his game is only square.
While he plays it straight I'll call him mate;
If he cheats I drop him flat.
Old class and rank are a wornout lie,
For all clean men are as good as I,
And a king is only that.
==I dream no dreams of a nurse-maid state
That will spoon me out my food.==
A stout heart sings in the fray with fate
And the shock and sweat are good.
From noon to noon all the earthly boon
That I ask my God to spare
Is a little daily bread in store,
With the room to fight the strong for more,
And the weak shall get their share.
The sunrise plains are a tender haze
And the sunset seas are gray,
But I stand here, where the bright skies blaze
Over me and the big today.
What good to me is a vague 'maybe'
Or a mournful 'might have been,'
For the sun wheels swift from morn to morn
And the world began when I was born
And the world is mine to win.
-- Charles Badger Clark (emphasis added)

Caesar's Sinner

When Caesar sees her, 
does he size her, sigh there and then seize her, 
be sincere, demand to "sin here", sign her, 
and after the seizure, tell a shy her "Don't be shy here. Just sign here" 
and assign her a signor ?

lama sabachthani, the heat is killing me !

Mon Deu,

Whither I am, 
the Weather is Warm.
Wither I will, 
and come to Harm !

As temperatures soar,
To heights not seen before,
"Eloi Eloi is this my Purgatory?
Is this why you have sent me to Kochi?"

Sa.Ge

Wreck You Ike A Hurricane !

From: Sanjay George
Sent: Saturday, September 13, 2008 4:37 PM
To: PV; MKG; NS; SP; SPA; VM
Cc: p_.r_@gmail.com; BR; JI; PN
Subject: RE: Mausam.com

If I had a car and driver’s license, I would have hurried up to the hurricane to see it with my own eyes.

And if it sweeps me off my feet, the following is my epitaph.

------

I heard the breeze sounds,

And with my head in the clouds,

Went to hike with a gust

Blowjob from Ike with some dust.

Bursting with wit and lust

I tried but never sinned.

Now I’m just,

“Gone with the Wind”.

Now what perhaps can 1 say,

Except that 2-moro’s another day?

I was odd but @ my prime,

But 4rtune said I was to be dirt on A.W.Grimes.

- SaGe

Yep the winds are really gusty in Vattapara.

Anyone interested in chasing the wind?

A 'Pome' on English Pronunciation

Found this rather hilarious poem today at this url . This was not written by me but I liked it so much that I just had to document it in this blog.
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English Pronunciation

Dec 23rd, 2011 // 663 Comments

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.

After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation’s OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Fe0ffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation (think of Psyche!)
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won’t it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It’s a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough,
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!!!

English Pronunciation by G. Nolst Trenité

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Anna Hazare

Posted on FB on 20 August 2011 at 03:23 · 

• Kisan Baburao Hazard Re thinks he is leading a Jasmine Revolution.
  His supporters think he is Lech Walesa leading a Velvet Revolution.
  Zombies support his antics hoping to attain Utopia.
  Such is their foresight, it's called Myopia.
  
  The Right hopes it will turn Saffron.
  The Left wishes to paint it Red.
  Nothing is what will happen,
  After all's done and said !