By Madison S. Hughes (10.30.2009)
A blink or a wink,
there must be a difference
yes, voluntary.
Haiku: A Blink or a Wink
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Daily Archives: 07.25.2011
Haiku: Sight and Sound
By Madison S. Hughes (08.17.2009)
Birds out of eyes sight
Chirping in thick foliage,
Free sonic pleasure.
Haiku: The Sun Falls
By Madison S. Hughes (08.17.2009)
The sun falls over,
First tree-tops, then horizon.
Day turns into dusk.
Haiku: Nature’s Animals
By Madison S. Hughes (08.17.2009)
Nature’s animals
Eat—drink—reproduce and sleep,
No stress of meaning.
Haiku: The Picture
By Madison S. Hughes (10.18.2009)
A warm clasp of hands,
His left hand on my shoulder.
Flash, now it’s over.
Essay: On Noise, By Arthur Schopenhauer (02.22.1788 – 09.21.1860)
“Noise is the most impertinent of all forms of interruption. It is not only an interruption, but also a disruption of thought. Of course, where there is nothing to interrupt, noise will not be so particularly painful.”
Op-Ed: Science and Religion: God Didn’t Make Man; Man Made Gods
“We can be better as a species if we recognize religion as a man-made construct. We owe it to ourselves to at least consider the real roots of religious belief, so we can deal with life as it is, taking advantage of perhaps our mind’s greatest adaptation: our ability to use reason.”
Article: Norway Attacks: Europe to Study Potential Far-Right Threats
“He’s the first anti-Islamic terrorist, a new type of rightwing extremist,” […] “It’s a pan-European, anti-Islamic, anti-elitist movement that tends towards conspiracy theories and sees everything in black and white.”
Poem: The Date That I Abhor
By Madison S. Hughes (05.30.2009)
Not quite the ides of March,
A day shy of a fortnight before.
Marks the date each year
Of which I abhor.Unlike Caesar,
Remembered by all.
There was a great man
Unknown after his fall.Known by few,
And that is too bad.
Greater than many,
He was my Dad.
Poem: Finding Happiness
By Madison S. Hughes (05.25.2009)
Many search,
and fewer succeed.
That ever-eluding happiness,
Just like you and me.We seek it in fortune,
We seek it in fame.
It’s a vicious cycle,
But rarely a gain.We take three steps forward,
And two steps back.
We find it in theory,
But rarely in fact.We chase an illusion,
And mistake it as truth.
This abstraction called happiness,
Seems always aloof.
Always Question Authority 