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I don’t know how to sing the blues

July9

borrowed, with gratitude from, Humans of New York : http://lnkd.in/bgtFJi5

the rest is me. sometimes we need examples of who not to be and what not to do.

some people channel such BULLSHIT through their lives.

so… that got me to the following:

Joanne has cancer. I spend almost every minute of the day willing her to be healed. I would take every ounce of strength I have and infuse her with it. I would give her every last drop of blood and white blood cells I can generate. I would carry her to the top of the mountain if I thought God could hear me more clearly.

this morning I ventured out to Starbucks in my Jeep. I often do annoying things that might include singing country songs at the top of my voice out of key, pray, play music loud (my current favorite to the horror of my neighborhood) is, What It’s Like (not a country song) by Everlast, from the Whitey Ford Sings the Blues album. it fits nicely with an open-air Jeep Wrangler (in Milton, Georgia this is the new Porsche).

a prayer popped into my head. then I realized it was a poem. then thought it might be a prayer. but, $@&% it… I meant it.

I love God He keeps me on my feet I love God He does not know the meaning of defeat I love God He keeps me on my toes I love God he is the architect of my woes I love God He makes me strong I love God He confuses my understanding of luck and fortuna I love God I beg him to make Jo well Soona (that was me rollin a bit ghetto).

so… what if poems are a form of prayer? does that mean stupid poems possess the potential to piss off God? if it makes me feel better, I think that’s a good sign.

…this reminds me… I wish Brandon, the creator and curator of Human of New York, would offer a method other than TUMBLR to share his own efforts. I wonder if he hears me?

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

is Self Reliance it’s own principle or quality?

March28

is Self Reliance it’s own principle or quality?

questions and answers.

“Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.”

that from “Self-Reliance,” by Ralph Waldo Emerson

it’s become something of an obvious point for me of late, if not a raison d’être.

a great life is always fronted by good questions. half the pleasure is finding the answers. the other half is spent realizing answers should lead to yet more questions.

but there are similarities: the futile feeding of the bottomless beast and the unavoidable psychological implications, the immediate hit of the new that feels like an orgasm and the inevitable coming-down.

the quest. questing. questioning.

that’s the plight, curse, course, option, existence, of the Heterodox.

we dictate our own fate by a river of decisions and actions. that’s fueled by discernment. there’s the gift. self reliance might be the best question or answer.

…oh my God.

so… reader… how might you interpret that final line?

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

joanne reads like poetry

March15

are poems meant to be an opus?

life plays-out like an opus.

can change always be good? its unavoidable. more so change, hopefully, good.

I’m wondering how poetry can fit into the evolution of life.

what is the hell is “poetic justice”? that’s a bit of random thinking. however, it just struck me as I was preparing to stop tapping and launch this post. so, I’m exploring that.

all that said, the point of this post is founded with:

“The days will continue to flee, and we shall want for their passing with each missed opportunity”.

I’m listening to Fall At Your Feet (again) by Crowded House. But also, You’ll Never Walk Alone for Liverpool FC! life is such a beautiful game, poetry adds beauty and balance to it. and, it turns out that Soccer (proper football) is referred to globally as “the beautiful game”. and, a great moment in soccer is more often referred to as, “poetic”.

you may be wondering what this has to do with Joanne, at least from a post title perspective. the answer is specifically nothing and everything. it all depends on how you read it, or say it, or interpret it.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

should a wise man shed his weakness?

June25

I’ve deliberately (I had initially used the word: “purposefully”, but after debated consideration, made the careful change) torn the final page from Louis L’Amour‘s memoir, Education of a Wandering Man, which contains an excerpt from a Robinson Jeffers poem titled “Wise Men in Their Bad Hours”:

Death’s a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made

Something more equal to centuries

Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.

The mountains are dead stone, the people

Admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness,

The mountains are not softened or troubled

And a few dead men’s thoughts have the same temper.

why I might do such a thing is a worthy and valid question, certainly.

it might have something to do with being a Dad. having a teenaged daughter keeps me on my toes. my judgment, sensibilities, fashion-sense, and coolness factor come into question constantly, and at the most (chinese) interesting junctures in time, at the hands (and, temperament of Haley Anne). but, I’d not trade a moment of it, for anything.

the question at hand, and it’s ponderousness (is that thinking?) might also find it’s genesis in my on-going experience with CEO’s, and being a kind of CEO, myself. for perspective, see my recent business “blogsite” post: CEO’s and ego’s – a cautionary tale.

…oh… my point?

it may well be legacy.

I’ve found that if I set aside my temper, ego, image, and other self-centered perspective, and try to see it from Haley Anne’s vantage point (also asking her the inductive why as often as possible) I can find, at least, the middle ground, and we both win, and I get more hugs. and, she has a better chance of evolving into a vital contributor to our society.

I’ve grown confident that most Fathers (of the earthly variety, anyway) and CEO’s are the weakest link of any organization. but, if you plan for the group under your care properly it means selflessly making them all stronger and better than yourself.

I may be a miserable creature (I can neither carry a tune, or dance a reasonable jig). but, I can pour myself into those around me, and make us all the better.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

 


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