DAILY PHOTO: Ta Prohm Colonnade

Taken in October of 2012 at Angkor (Ta Prohm)

Four Eyes [Haiku]

the glint in the eye
makes it look round and lustrous,
though it’s a moth wing

Kuala Lumpur Limerick

Two builders working in Kuala Lumpur
vied to outdo each other's grandeur;
but one tower is straight,
and the other one ain't.
So, I guess we know who won that war.

DAILY PHOTO: Standing at the Parapet Wall, Nandi Hills

Taken in November of 2013 at Nandi Hills

BOOK REVIEW: Phaedrus by Plato

PhaedrusPhaedrus by Plato
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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“Phaedrus” is one of the middle Socratic dialogues of Plato (experts propose that the middle dialogues increasingly contain Plato’s own ideas [versus those of Socrates, himself.]) The subject of the dialogue is love and whether it is worth pursuing. Phaedrus has a speech by Lysias that he’s is quite excited about, one which claims that it’s better to have a “platonic” relationship than a loving one. As Phaedrus and Socrates walk, they debate about the speech. Phaedrus presses Socrates to deliver his own speech on the subject. Socrates delivers two; the first aligns with Lysias’ view and the second takes the opposing side.

Socrates concludes that, while love is a form of madness, it’s not the madness of human infirmity. Instead, it’s a form of divine madness, and – as such – should not be poo-poo’d too quickly. Socrates proposes that there are four varieties of divine madness (theia mania): prophetic, ritual, poetic, and erotic, and – of these – the latter is best and (again) shouldn’t be dismissed lightly.

After Socrates’ second speech and conversation that summarizes and clarifies it, the philosopher discusses how one can be led astray by elegantly formulated words, and how a philosopher should evaluate what is said to determine whether the speaker is wise or whether he (or she) just sounds sage by virtue of his (/her) poeticism.

While this dialogue can be a bit ethereal and mystic for my taste, it has some fascinating things to say. While I don’t necessarily believe in the “divine” part of divine madness, I do see that there are some people who are able to become unyoked from custom and convention, and to do so in a way that is not anxiety-riddled. I think this is a useful state to understand, and this dialogue is an excellent place to start.

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The Murder [Kyoka]

a murder of crows
congregates on the concrete,
and I feel angst.
sure, I’m smarter than a crow…
but smarter than the murder?

DAILY PHOTO: Two Towers, Pushkar

Taken in Pushkar in November of 2015

Harvest Cycle [Common Meter]

The field is neat; the stalks are baled;
the grain sits in baskets
to be carried back home to dry 
on thin sheets of plastic.

The chaff will be cracked from the grain
so that it can be ground
into flour, and baked into bread
that I'll eat sans a sound

as I enjoy the view.

Jaipur Limerick

There was an old painter from Jaipur
who painted ceilings, floors, walls, and doors.
'Til his boss raised a stink,
and said, "Paint it all pink!"
"I've not enough pink cans for that chore."

DAILY PHOTO: Devata, Angkor Wat

Taken at Angkor Wat in October of 2012