by Ajmer Rode
The human mind
is essentially qualitative.
As you know,
we are easily excited by
pinks and purples,
triangles and circles
and we endlessly argue
over true and false,
right and wrong.
But quantitative analyses
rarely touch our souls.
Numbers were invented mainly
by men to trick each other.
I am almost certain women had
nothing to do with them. They
had more vital tasks, survival for example,
at hand.
But playing with big numbers
could be interesting.
In fact it could be really fun. Say
if I were to sit on a gravel pit and
count one billion pebbles non-stop
it will take me some 14 years;
or if I were to count what Africa
owes to rich
foreigners – some 200 billion
dollars,
it is impossible. I will have to
be born 40 times and do nothing
but keep counting 24 hours.
Although things could be simpler on a
smaller scale. Suppose as a result
of the debt, five million children die
every year , as in fact they do,
and each dying child cries
a minimum of 100 times a day
there would be a trillion cries
floating around
in the atmosphere just over a
period of five years.
Remember a sound wave once
generated never ceases to exist
in one form or the other,
and never escapes the atmosphere.
Now one fine morning, even if
one of these cries suddenly hits
you, it will shatter your soul into
a billion pieces. It will take
14 years to gather
the pieces and put them back
into one piece.
On the other hand, may be all the
trillion cries could hit your soul
and nothing would happen.
Poems At My Doorstep
Copyright ©:
Ajmer Rode
A few random poems:
- Fog poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- East Idioms (1): A Fable by Mike Yuan
- Our Bog Is Dood by Stevie Smith
- Haiku: January by Monty Gilmer
- 我爱我的老鼠
- Вера Полозкова – Губы плавя в такой ухмылке
- Homer’s Seeing-Eye Dog by William Matthews
- Nocturne by W H Auden
- Holiday Letter For A Poet Gone To War
- Владимир Маяковский – Шляпами панов не забить… (РОСТА №222)
- A Desolate Shore by William Ernest Henley
- Men Improve With The Years by William Butler Yeats
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time. Томас Мур.
- Who is now Reading This? by Walt Whitman
- Низами Гянджеви – Увы, на этой лужайке, где согнут страстью я,
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- The Four Winds poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Five Adorations poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Buddhist poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Atheist poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Thanatos Basileos poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Prologue to Rodin in Rime poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Power poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Pan to Artemis poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Optimist poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- On; On; Poet poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Lyric of Love to Leah poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Long Odds poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Logos poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Linoz Isidoz poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- La Gitana poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Independence poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Hymn to Pan poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Hymn to Lucifer poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Happy Dust poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Elegy poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
