Author Archives: B Gourley
DAILY PHOTO: Néprajzi Múzeum, i.e. Museum of Ethnography, Budapest
5 Ways in Which Poets Are Mistaken for the Insane
5.) Sound Seeking: If anything looks more insane than walking down the street talking to oneself out loud, it’s talking to oneself out loud in rhyme and alliteration in a disjoint fashion while counting off beats on one’s fingers.
4.) Emotion Evocation: If your writing comes across as a cry for help, you may be a deeply troubled individual. Or you may be a poet trying to induce a reader to feel.
3.) Clarity & Codes: Because there may be no literal meaning to your verse, the reader may suspect that you’re writing in code to your imaginary pink bunny rabbit. Faced with the humbling possibility that he or she may “just not get it,” most people prefer the alternative explanation that you’re a rambling lunatic.
2.) Playing the Odds: Let’s be honest, there have been a lot of poets who slipped into the abyss. Poe, Pushkin, Plath, Pound, and several poets whose last names didn’t begin with the letter “P,” were all afflicted by mental illness.
1.) Violent Reactions to being Interrupted: A poem under development is a house of cards that needs only the subtlest gust of wind to be obliterated. Poems in the works are gauzy and fragile. So, as one is trying to wedge words together into a solid construct, one is occasionally interrupted. When this happens, one may instinctively pimp slap the interrupting individual like a Zen master trying to make the point that there is no point.
POEM: Lost at Sea
One soul said, “Don’t take to flight.”
A vision: landing lights fade from sight.
But those lights never appeared.
Just a figment of all he feared.
The plane never did arrive.
A hundred families mourn & cry.
How, oh how, did they get lost?
Not a moment tempest-tossed.
Madman or mechanical fluke?
An evil genius at once a kook?
Maybe a magician or a black hole?
A flipping of magnetic poles?
The riddle stupefies and confounds.
Why no plane upon the ground?
If never the day comes when we know,
perhaps we’ll have to learn to grow–
outthinking the narrow confines
of our simple 4-D minds.
POEM: World Line
DAILY PHOTO: Giving Zebra Crossing a New Meaning
POEM: Rag Bag
in a cubby under the stairs,
there sat a big rag-bag.
Chaotically stuffed.
We’ve no rag-bag.
Our rags are store-bought:
laundered and folded.
Our cast off garments sit–
caked in dumpster chutney–
in a landfill.
Rag-pickers will scavenge them.
Some will be stuffed into craggy concrete holes.
There to keep the rats out.
The rats will make a nice meal of them.
And maybe a nest.
Some will rub rims clean–
if only for a monsoon moment.
Wiping, wiping–they’ll one day
dissolve into component threads.
DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Commercial Street / Russell Market
5 False Dietary Beliefs that Sabotage Weight Loss
5.) Vegetables are vegetables. If the potato is your go-to vegetable, you’ll probably have trouble shedding the pounds. That’s not to say that there is anything inherently wrong with potatoes. But, because of their high glycemic index value (i.e. they’re quickly digested and cause a sharp blood sugar spike), they should be lumped in with bread or rice when considering portions and meal make up. The same is true for sweet corn. Some people consider carrots (and carrot relatives) to be high glycemic, but one has to eat a pretty massive amount to have a problem. Most vegetables have a relatively low glycemic index score and are great foods to fill up on.
4.) Cola is mostly water, how bad could it be? At the right temperature, one can dissolve 2 kilograms (4.4lb.) of sugar in one liter of water. Wrap your head around that.
3.) I worked up a good sweat; now I can eat whatever I want. If you’re in the process of training for an ultramarathon or the Olympics, this might be true, but an hour in yoga class or run in the park doesn’t float you a free pass to kill it at Häagen-Dazs. There’s no getting around the math, the dietary half of the ledger is the 800 pound gorilla (no pun intended) of weight-loss. [That doesn’t mean that there aren’t many, many benefits to exercise, or that it doesn’t contribute to weight loss in more ways than one.] The Mayo Clinic has an excellent table of calories burned for a wide range of exercises and physical activities. You may be demoralized to note that the calories burned in an hour of Power Yoga are completely replenished by a medium size french fry.
2.) I will treat myself with sweets [or pizza.] I’m not suggesting there’s anything wrong with treating oneself, but making food the treat sets a bad precedent. For many, this notion of food as reward or comfort source was introduced in one’s youth, and it can be extremely difficult to dislodge it later in life. One might try music or fun activities as alternative sources of reward.
1.) I shouldn’t have eaten that Snickers on Wednesday. This may seem like a contradiction of the previous item, but being doctrinaire about food creates its own problems. Specifically, sustainability may be a challenge–especially if one has had that “food as treat” story inculcated into one’s psyche. It’s not the once and while caloric splurge that kills most people, it’s creeping portion sizes.
Some people swear by a “cheat day.” Others say that that’s a bad approach because one might feel forced to cheat even when you’re really not feeling a desire for junk food. Some advocate an 80/20 rule, whereby 80% of the time one follows a strict dietary regimen, while the other 20% of the time one takes it more free and easy (though not totally insane.) Personally, I think different approaches work for different people, but I do agree that the dietary Nazi approach isn’t the way to go.
Aaaannd Buddha’d
“This is going on your permanent record, young man!”
“All is impermanent.”
“I want you to get up there and clean your room.”
“Desire is the root of all suffering.”
“There’s a big spider in the corner, kill it!”
“Nothing can harm you as much as your own thoughts.”
“My left sock has static cling.”
“You only lose what you cling to.”
“HELP! My sleeve got caught in this threshing machine.”
“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and…[cringes]”
“I wonder where the Professor is, he’s usually not late.”
“When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.”
“I’m feeling like a jelly doughnut.”
“What we feel, we attract.”
“I’m thinking a jelly doughnut would be good, too.”
“What we think, we become.”
“I’m furious with you.”
“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.”
“Well, speak up. Explain yourself!”
“He who doesn’t understand one’s silence will probably not understand one’s words.”
“HELP! My sleeve got caught in this threshing machine.”
“Be patient. Everything comes to you in the… [cringes]”
“It’s time to take the trash out.”
“If anything is worth doing, do it with all YOUR heart.”
“No. I’m sorry, I can’t go to your Solar eclipse gala bash. I have to take my grandmother to chemotherapy.”
“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”















