Weather Always Lies…

Weather Always Lies

It shows one thing then another
Makes you wonder why you bother
To look and see whatever it will be
Now and nearly soon in this vicinity
Measures and monitoring of the skies
Matters not as weather always lies
We’ll never know which way the wind blows
So, put your hat on, for only God knows
Whether today, clouds will bring rain
Or blue skies will win out in the main
On this day, or maybe a helmet on your head
To protect from wicked hail stones instead
We can never know, for weather will always lie
Except to the birds that know when it’s time to fly

 

 

 

May Flowers

May Flowers

If we are afield and dancing in the wind
With spirit of life and love alive within
We may aspire to be an object of desire
A part of perpetuating life’s spiritual fire
Seeding the color of future days refrain
Feeding the story of life’s magical chain
Or rather the pride of a glorious display
An exalted position of prominent array
We exclaim, look at us, we’re proud to show you
Beauty and spirt of our glorious design and hue
And despite detachment from the wind outside
And the little we die each day with glory and pride
To bring the joy and beauty of Mother Earth today
In form of endearment in glass on this Mother’s Day

Herd Immunity, I’ve heard…

I’ve heard people say that achieving herd immunity to COVID-19 is the key… with that we can get back to normal.  Protesters are saying without some risk, we cannot be free.  I really wonder if they have any idea what they are talking about.  I’ve done some analysis, to help illustrate the impact of achieving herd immunity.  Personally, I believe the cost is too high and that we should extend and continue to apply social distancing (hate that phrase by the way… should be physical distancing, or simply stay away from me!) until there is a vaccine, or therapeutic treatment that would reduce the severity and death rate to something more like 0.1%, comparable to the flu.

Anyway… here is the math for herd immunity impact.

Starting point:
US Population = 330,000,000
Cases reported = 1,176,239 as of 5 May 2020
Deaths reported = 68,105 as of 5 May 2020 – 5.79% death rate
Assume death rate is over-stated due to inadequate testing by 3 times = 1.93% Death rate

Achieving 70% herd immunity point
Cases = 231,000,000
Deaths = 4,458,350 … this is 1.4% of the US Population

At this level, everyone will know someone that dies from this disease as most people know well over 100 people, so at 1.4 deaths per 100 people, you will know someone or two, or many more that will pass from this COVID-19 to achieve herd immunity

Now let’s also look at the cost of such devastation.  If we assume just $2,500 per case for the cost of drugs, care, away from work (I think this is conservative) and we assume $150,000 is the cost of each death, for drugs, care, and impact to families (three weeks in a hospital must be much more than this)… then the cost of achieving herd immunity is more than $1.2T in direct costs, this is in addition to the rescue/stimulus funding that has been allocated and will be allocated in subsequent phases.  Total cost to economy is likely to be $5 to 6T.

When someone talks about achieving herd immunity, you now have at least an idea of what they are implying in number of deaths, and potential costs.

It would be far less expensive and less deadly to give every man, woman, and child $10,000 for supplies and incentive to have them stay in absolute quarantine for 4 weeks to eradicate this virus (at least in the USA).

Mark Twainisms Continued…

A continuation in my attempt to channel Mark Twain into today’s world…

If self-promotion was an Olympic sport, Mr. Trump would sweep Gold, Silver and Bronze.

I hear capitalism makes for the best healthcare system, I suppose it is true if you have money or are famous, or a good job. Maybe the rest of us will just try to avoid the Trump virus.

Seems like a whole lot of people are discovering during the lock down what it’s like to be retired without an income and too little savings, might just be a much-needed wake-up call about retirement savings when we get back to work.

When we are done with lock-down, don’t say you don’t know, when I ask you where should we go to dinner.

I cannot understand why anyone would think of a pandemic as a partisan opportunity, the virus doesn’t know about politics, but it has an uncanny knack for highlighting politic divides.

We wanted a strong federal response to the pandemic, until we get one.

How is it that the wealthiest country in the world has the longest food lines ever?  Guess wealth means something different these days.

Nothing like homeschooling to bring about an appreciation for teachers that occupy our children for 6 or 7 blessed hours each day.

Now that sports are sidelined, maybe poetry and art will take their rightful place in the attention of mankind.   ESPN, was the Entertainment and Sports Programming Network, maybe becomes the Poetry and Arts Programming Network (PAPN).

The GOP leader I admired most in my time, said in his second inaugural address for Americans to “bind up the nation’s wounds” “with malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right.”  While our current leader seems inclined toward malice toward everyone, charity to only those that praise him before God as right and mighty.  Then he still says he gets worse press than a president that had half-a-country pissed at him in Civil War.

In my day, we thought if women got the vote, they’d force all us men to be nicer and look after the world better.  We were wrong, they have the vote, and we are no nicer than before.

If women agreed, then we’d have change.

I think you can be nice to half the people half the time and get half way there with half of them.

Mark Twain (imagined)

 

 

If Mark Twain was here

I was watching a biography by Ken Burns on Samuel L Clemmons, better known as Mark Twain.  He was a fascinating humorist, wit, and world traveler, as well as the defining American author.  Mark Twain made wonderful observations of the human condition.  I wonder what he would be saying about our world today… here are some thoughts.  He would be 185 this year.

If the man wants to put his name on everything, including stimulus checks, then let this be known as the Trump virus.

With all this wonderful new technology, planes and such, we can travel so much faster today, but we cannot seem to travel faster than a virus.

I found that through paper I could get any fool idea to millions of people in a few months, now I can get any fool thought to billions of people in less time than I finished this thought.

In my day I, saw the ravages of slavery and racism, but also the willingness of Finn to go to hell to save Jim… Today he might be providing food and medicine to the deserts of poverty, and still willing to go to the hell prescribed by those still waving a flag for a war they lost when I was just 30 years old.

I’ve been watching our President now for a long time, tell me first not to worry, it’s all going to go away, that it is a hoax, that we will do better than any nation, that we are prepared, that anyone who wants a test will get a test, and they are beautiful… We loved to be entertained when the carnival barker came to town, now he’s here every day, and the only entertainment is that we now are willing to believe the huckster!

There is something about writing a book, something about telling a story, where lies can be woven together with truths so that we are moved toward a higher thought, or enjoy a laugh with each other.  Seems to me tweets are a poor substitute, and only purpose is to enjoy a laugh at each other instead of with each other.

If this virus gave us dysentery, I wonder if all the Kleenex would be off the shelves at the market?

There are 450 channels on TV and nothing to watch… It’s like being at a library and all the books have nothing in them.

You know shaking hands can tell you a lot about a man, now if you see it happen, it can tell you even more about both of them.

I saw a politician go into a hospital without a mask to meet with pandemic patients, doctors and nurses, and shake their hands, my gosh they don’t make them any smarter today than they did when I was young.

Mark Twain (imagined)

The Tower of Babel

The Tower of Babel from Google Arts and Culture:

https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/the-tower-of-babel/hQEuBFxb3ZEcLw?ms=%7B%22x%22%3A0.5%2C%22y%22%3A0.5%2C%22B%22%3A8.511608201912992%2C%22z%22%3A8.511608201912992%2C%22size%22%3A%7B%22width%22%3A1.7643209305133523%2C%22height%22%3A1.2375%7D%7D

The Tower of Babel
Pieter Bruegel the Elder circa 1568

 

The Tower of Babel 

We were tested and we are here
There is nothing more for us to fear 

We will build a monument of fantastic height
To demonstrate our stupendous, glorious might

We will knock on heaven’s misty door
On the seventy-second constructed floor

Beyond the clouds our greatness shown
Beyond the height that birds have flown

Marshaling all our capability, all peoples as one
Working, laboring our way toward the sun

Masons, carpenters, quarrymen, mariners too
Bakers, shepherds, milkmaids, butchers and you

Join in and see the work, see all we can do
See the materials, the cranes the boats too 

We are greater than all that came before
We will rise above, we’ll knock on God’s door 

Until we are no longer great and act as one
As the babel comes up and lays upon

As the words of not one peoples but seventy-two
Makes it impossible to tell each other what to do

We who worked so hard together now fail
Because we don’t know what to call a pail

Our hubris has been rewarded with confusion
With what we cannot see, our tower is brought to ruin

We will think this is our world and we are giants all
Until something brings us down, something small 

A Tower of Babel, a monument to all we are
Is flawed and will never get very far 

Because we will never act as one
Humble people under the sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cave Art – Our World

Grotte Chauvet, in the South of France

https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/horses-fresco/rQE_FzwjhB5e9Q

Mankind has been representing the world in two and three dimensions for 30,000 years and most probably further back in time.  These representations maybe realistic, or impressionistic, or simply patterns that have symbolic meaning.  Clearly some had religious or educational significance, but most certainly it was often just for viewing pleasure.  Creativity and artistry is inherently human.  Other creatures may be taught to play with paint and brush, other creatures may sway with music, some may be taught to sing, and birds may mimic a tune, but none create art.  None find it within their very being to produce something non-functional for the simple purpose of pleasing each other.  The cave art shown in the link above,  is offered as man’s first mural.  It is very good art and is quite remarkable when viewed in the context of time and as we ponder this intrinsic capacity of humankind.  As I’ve been sharing my poetic view of works of art, I thought it may be interesting to go back to a more primitive time and bring this art to life in poetry.  As I contemplated what to say, I wondered if these primitive artists and their patrons were not so different from us, connecting with the world with the tools and capabilities they had at hand.

 

Our World

There is no time
There is now and forever
There is all I’ve seen and done
For this is my life
I’ll show you on these walls
In this world that is for now home
With no limits, no boundary
Shared with these creatures I can draw
I give them life on these walls
Without me they have no name
It is I that can give them immortality
I that give them value
With my eye, my mind, my hand
As I was taught by my elders
And I will teach my young
It is who we are
It is who we’ll always be
It is our world, and we can create
It is in us, we are in part of it
It is our world
Come see, see what will be
Come see forever
Our world

 

 

 

Girl with a Pearl Earring

More from Google Arts and Culture:
https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/girl-with-a-pearl-earring-johannes-vermeer/3QFHLJgXCmQm2Q

Johannes Vermeer c. 1665

Girl with a Pearl Earring

She glances my way
Translucent and ethereal
She touches my heart
With her oriental way
As her light illuminates
All that seems dark
Except her and her own
As it shines through
Because she noticed me
And let it run me through
And through
Just because, she says

The Starry Night

Google offers an arts and culture online site that presents famous works of art in great detail for us to study.  I thought it would be an interesting challenge to write poems to accompany famous pieces of art.  A bit presumptuous I know, but oh well, it’s my blog site… so here’s my first attempt for the iconic Vincent Van Gogh painting The Starry Night, painted in 1889.

https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/the-starry-night-vincent-van-gogh/bgEuwDxel93-Pg

Starry Night

A mind so demonstrably bright
Gazing with more than eyes into the night
Picturing what your soul must be
Broiling waves of light across a sea
Of stars that ripple down a hill
Like an avalanche of emotion and will
Allowing journey beyond horizon
To the stars and planets of Orion
The passions, the disturbances of rippled time
Supported by the calm of this village of thine
That warms us no matter the night cold
With the heat of passions and story told
Of the village home, that is sleepy and dark
While the soul does emphatically hark
To the desires of travel so far beyond
Where new experiences may be found
And along the way the colors, the proportion
The vividness of this creative mind’s notion
Projecting on who we will all become
Before it’s hidden again by the light of the sun

Transformational Times and Easter Sunday

Every few generations, every 50 or 70 years, the world seems to present a seminal event that transforms who we are, that brings about the creativity and the initiative that is needed to move humanity toward a better future.  These seminal events always are painful, with great suffering, then we rise above it.  Jesus showed us the way two millennial ago, when he overcame great suffering and death to rise again and to teach us.  We are still commemorating this transformational gift to humanity today, even this very day!

So too, it is right for us to reflect on what presents as challenges today.  The suffering must change all of us.  These times present an opportunity to our next generation to bring science, math, testing, service, sacrifice, compassion, even humor in a creative and innovative way to problems we have previously ignored.  Problems with poverty, social/economic divides, politics, mythologies that affect the very survival and health of humanity.   We don’t know what the changes will be, but there will be change.  We don’t know what the lasting effects will be, but they will be there and they will be the legacy of the generation that is learning today about what things we must value.  Education, health, science of testing, of data, of modeling, and how and who pays to reconstruct our economies.  Maybe universal healthcare will be viewed differently when the bills come due for the battle being fought.  Maybe we’ll have a different understanding of the impact of improper nutrition and inadequate education on the communities that will pay the highest price in this pandemic.  Maybe we’ll value frontline warriors currently in this fight more generously.  Maybe those that are homeschooling will value anew the educators in our society.  Possibly we’ll have a renewed sense of what is important in our lives as we socialize at a distance.

But for sure we will change.  For sure our next generation will bring forth ideas and creativity and purpose and they will do it with more compassion and more love than some of us that came before.

Yes, there are profiteers, and scammers and others that evilly take advantage of this situation, just as there were soldiers casting lots for the garments of Jesus… but they will not fare well in the coming world and coming times.

I put my faith in the resurrection of humanity led by a new generation that is coming into awareness at this time.  A new generation that will transform our world in ways hard for us to imagine today.  But it will happen.  It must, for it is the history and legacy of humanity.  For every tragedy there is a response, an advancement, and I for one have great hope in humanity and our young adults that are truly amazing.

Happy Easter!

 

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