Pack-rape not pre-meditated?

Does judgement

reflect the culture

of our community?

http://sunlive.co.nz/news/36028-pyes-pa-pack-rapists-sentenced.html

The Honourable Justice

http://www.alta2011.com/keynote_speakers.html

An appeal to Justice

http://www.sunlive.co.nz/news/57374-convicted-rapists-appeal-case.html

How do you judge young “respectable” high achievers with jobs and future prospects?

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/bay-of-plenty-times/news/article.cfm?c_id=1503343&objectid=11084147

Does commercial law give a good background for judging cases involving sex offenders?

Is hitting someone worth greater punishment than raping someone?

 

Does judgement

reflect the culture

of our community?

 

Who is teaching this culture?

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A Story of a Minotaur, or “What a Lot of Bull.”

And this is how the story begins, with a letter, freshly written on rumpled lined paper, barely brushed free of sleep and hidden dreams.

Dear brother,

I walked down the maze,
and saw the Minotaur
eating human flesh.

His keepers wrapped a rope
around my delicate neck.

The stocks were for me
and my whole family.

And all that was left
of old Mr Plod,
was a cap
floating
in a cauldron of hot cat.

The Minotaur’s trainer
began the Appetizing Game,
Showing the wild monster
some blood
without screams.

(He did not wish
to put the beast off)

The stabbings began
and I was stretched on a rack;
The Minotaur slept
after a complex mating ritual.

What a lot of Bull.

The lid lifted on the maze.
The sun dried up the blood.
The mad Minotaur
screamed in pain
as the light shone bright
on all his mutated ugliness.

And his lovers
were shot, by a passing helicopter
of Armed Defenders.

They discovered the Magician
still clutching trembling wand,
curled up in the corner
repeating his own name.
They chopped off his fame.

Dear brother,
I saw
the mad Minotaur
as they turned him into mincemeat
and dug him into the garden.

Where now I sit.
Enjoy the sweet scent of blossoming Spring.
Dear brother,
It was a long time ago,
and I sincerely want you to know,

the madness of the maze
has been clearly exposed.

Your sister,
in truth.

===== Also on video courtesy of YouTube ====

Opinions are beasts of burden…

Opinions
are beasts
of
burden

Carrying
the weight
of emotions
experiences
mixed media messages
forced through tv sets
computer screens
radio ears
ipod streams

Delivering
life or death on a plate
of words, gentle as honey
sharp as a dagger
and
when
looked
down
upon,
stink
like
a
dead
cat.

The tale bent
where it was run over.

—-
In response to Project O at aopinionatedman.com where a huge selection of posts are building up, each one devoted to one blogger’s opinion, on opinions. The more I read, the more I realize how an opinion is acceptable to those who are of the same opinion. And that there are broad groups that align to certain opinions, or ways of thinking, or a way of life.

Those outside those groups are deemed to have smelly opinions by those inside the groups.

And although the outsider may express their story, it can reach the ears of the insider in a distorted fashion. As crooked as a cat’s tail. (Did you spot that the poem is concrete? Do you see the cat’s bent tail?) The poem-cat offers a strange perspective, just as some people’s opinions are judged as strange due to the angle they are viewed from. Notably, the cat is upright, and its ‘tale’ holds weight.

The cat is seen as dead, a state in which no opinion is called for, from a cat. So, an undesirable opinion is like a dead cat dressed up in funeral clothes handing out appetizers to the begrudging gravediggers who hope to have it buried by lunchtime.

An opening exists for the Opinion to Shine. There are a pair of listening ears, an eager mind. Powers of thought and reason disciplined by love, and nourished with respect.

The large group turns away, black-suited backs braced against the smell.

While the sweet scent of light, truth, and understanding, intoxicates the open mind. The flame is passed on. The burden of truth.

Twitter poetry is BIG!

I read the news today in the Arts and Entertainment section of the Independent

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/twihaiku-micropoetry-the-rise-of-twitter-poetry-8711637.html

The future of poetry is in the Tweet Box!

Last night we had a war strategy meeting… a Brain Storm, a thundercloud of ideas focusing on a single point to ground us, a Lightning Bolt of brilliance.

My teen kids and I are setting up a separate blog to achieve our travel dreams.

It will be very creative community focused, and link back to our own blogs.
We are setting it up today. We will have nicknames… hehehe.

Stay tuned, I will update you when it is all setup ready to go.

Meantime, #TwitterPoetry is the place to tweet. 🙂