What About That?

Episode #95 of Poetic Expanse - 8 Days a Week Series

The Poetry Portion 1 . . . . .

THE DROP

(041-1.0)

There is a catch, there is nearly always a catch,

does it not seem so?

He who hopes and believes in the five best answers ever produced,

is preparing for the worst.

Step out in to the rain

Before you die of thirst.

Like Dylan two feet from the well.

The life and times of a poet burned, scorched, gets what he deserves

One last chance to sing

in a chorus, of course

. . . and then it drops,

And I am wondering when it will stop

Just killing a little time while time is killing me,

And I guess I was never quite that man

that I thought I would be.

But anyone could have fooled you

with a little of that plonk and baby talk.

And now i’ve been draped in all that goo

And I’ve driven in Einstein’s Cadillac

and spit up at the moon.

The altitude never bothered me,

still all things did come to and end

. . . did it bother you?

As sure as lovers bathe in roses and rainbows appear in June.

I have looked up at the tide

and cowered and trembled inside

. . . what about that?

The Ponder Point . . . . .

Batteries! How to produce the massive amount of energy required to feed Artificial Intelligence and data storage will be a huge problem. The nations best prepared to produce and power batteries will be in the best positions economically. Drones and robots require battery power not fossil fuels. Wars are being fought more and more with drones and less with tanks. Currently it is China that leads in battery technology and production of batteries, as well as access to the rare earth minerals required to manufacture them. China has 90% control of the metals required for batteries, they have built battery plants, and they lead in solar, wind and alternative energy sources.

At present we are experiencing a boom in the construction of data centers fueled by AI demand and the storage of our mostly useless data junk. It’s the construction of destruction. We have never produced waste on this scale before.

In North America we seem to be regressing. We are revitalizing oil and gas production and choosing to pretend that this is the energy source of the present and the future. Climate change be damned. As if this is what is really important. The energy needs of the future will be dependent on batteries.

The Human Hum . . . . .

“Now you know everything, and I know - no more. Now you are the be, and we are - the before.” . . . . . from About The D

The Poetry Portion 2 . . . . .

PARTING I AND II

(040-1.0)

I

I would walk backwards if you recall

Though today you may not recall,

not at all.

You are a stubborn stopper, yes you are

And I never never quite quit,

not so far.

You have come as close as you can with me

Is this why it is so hard to continue

Is the danger in you or in we

Is it really starlight that shines in from

that window?

I can not say that I understand all of my meandering

It is like flipping through empty rages.

Acting on impulse can make me a monster

When the act fails to hold the audience.

But, impulse is no solitary act

So what is to be gained from

the illusion?

In November you danced round the roses

Has memory really failed you so soon?

Really . . .

You are walking away form yourself with

this issue . . .

II

I suppose I will call again in a week or two

To see if all of your stars, have all been lit.

Diligent sufferer, you will not call – not you

You have such a peculiar wit.

You must know that the end will be fatal

It is that way for all who diet on such misery

I see today that my hands are more wrinkled

And that my timing too is becoming slow

You are so sure of me that you idle

One day as you wait for me to retrieve you

In your pouting sulking way

You will not recognize the one in the corner

His hat in his eyes and his head bowed low

Walking aimlessly, but deliberately

away . . .

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The Political Piece . . . . .

Why is there so little being written about the DOGE fiasco? The bullshit BILLIONS that were suppose to be saved didn’t materialize. Musk and his tech wizard kids seem to have disappeared with whimper and not even a thud.

Cutting the USAID program and assisting in the death of hundreds of thousands of innocent people on the other side of the world seems to be all DOGE accomplished. Seems like another unreported crime against humanity.

The dismantling of USAID, according to models from Boston University epidemiologist Brooke Nichols, “has already caused the deaths of six hundred thousand people, two-thirds of them children,” Gawande wrote. He noted that the toll will continue to grow and may go unseen because it can take months or years for people to die from lack of treatments or vaccine-preventable illnesses—and because deaths are scattered.

Meanwhile, the newest Trump budget tax cuts; - going to people who can afford to pay taxes; - will again increase the total national debt by about another 3.6 TRILLION - about the same amount of increase in the last Trump term. So much for the theory that republicans are fiscally responsible.

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Things Happened

R G Schmidt - Poetic Expanse Episode #94

The Human Hum . . . . .

“Back then there was hope and a power in the darkness, We could break on through. Now there is just the darkness and that breaks you.” - from Prisoners

The Poetry Portion . . . . .

. . . . a song from my 70’s days .

SO LOW

(169.01)

Thinking about all the places we’ve been,

Searching for gold, taking it on the chin

Looking for answers that don’t be with in

Picking ourselves, off the floor.

Oh, how did we get so low, how did we get so low

How we dropped here I don’t know, how did we get so low

. . . . . . . . .

Selling you rings by your house at the shore,

Watching tomorrows pass by your door.

Knew all this time that you needed much more.

You begged but I didn’t sustain.

I’d be the fool if I let you go now,

writing your letters and throwing them down.

Seems like the worst time to be in this town.

But that’s how it goes, when you let it go round and round.

. . . . . . . . .

With our kind of lives there’s not much more to give.

So we just live, and tear down the castles in the sky.

You and I were never meant to cry,

We just fly, and listen to the eagles song.

If we had a time to choose again,

We’d claim again, the same cold chances.

Oh, how did we get so low, how did we get so low.

How we dropped here I don’t know, how did we get so low.

The Ponder Point . . . . .

We have to believe there is, or at worst - that there will be again, some dignity; - and a revival of decency, respect and humanity.

If you don’t break the mold, and flush the feces laying in your bowls, all hope will be gone.

Just relax, and keep telling yourself, breathe softly, feel the whole air.

Change has to come; - change in decorum and change in how we relate to one another. Not merely accepting, but rewarding the antics and classless actions of a Donald Trump has brought us to a unprecedented low in civility and morality. This is now dangerously ingrained in the culture.

A decade of Trump and now you have the result. He didn’t create the fire, but he keeps it toxic and fueled, while no has the courage to stand up for the change that needs to come.

I COULD TOLERATE DIGNITY

(045-1.0)

I could tolerate dignity

And concealing my glee – amidst the souls of the simples -

reach some solution surrendered.

Navigate and negotiate to brighter shores,

Unceremoniously reveling in the art and the form

of Tolerance and Dignity.

The Political Piece . . . . .

What a ridiculous circus! The pomp and “creep-amony” that took place in hosting the crown prince of Saudi Arabia at the White House, last Tuesday. Yup, “things happened” - The dinner was attended by nearly 50 American CEOs and executives from different industries.

The guest list included Tesla CEO Elon Musk, Apple CEO Tim Cook, and Salesforce CEO Marc Benioff, AMD CEO Lisa Su, - to name a few of the Trump butt lickers in attendance.

The purchase of arms and the smell of oil far out ways the abysmal record of human rights atrocities associated with the Kingdom and the prince, far beyond the murder of Khashoggi. “Things happen” is a catchy dismissal of death by decree.

Below is the US Department of State Executive Summary Report from 2 years ago. You don’t have to read it because no body cares, as long as they are getting Saudi money or crypto. A lot of “things happened.”

There were no significant changes to the human rights situation in Saudi Arabia during the year.

“Significant human rights issues included credible reports of: arbitrary or unlawful killings, including extrajudicial killings; enforced disappearance; torture and cruel, inhuman, or degrading treatment or punishment by government agents; harsh and life-threatening prison conditions; arbitrary arrest and detention; serious problems with the independence of the judiciary; political prisoners or detainees; transnational repression against individuals in another country; arbitrary or unlawful interference with privacy; punishment of family members for alleged offenses by a relative; serious restrictions on freedom of expression and media freedom, including violence or threats of violence against journalists, unjustified arrests or prosecutions of journalists, and censorship; serious restrictions on internet freedom; substantial interference with the freedom of peaceful assembly and freedom of association, including overly restrictive laws on the organization, funding, or operation of nongovernmental and civil society organizations; restrictions of religious freedom; restrictions on freedom of movement and residence within the territory of a state and on the right to leave the country; refoulement of refugees to a country where they would face torture or persecution; inability of citizens to change their government peacefully through free and fair elections; serious and unreasonable restrictions on political participation; serious government restrictions on domestic and international human rights organizations; crimes involving violence or threats of violence targeting migrants and refugees, especially of Ethiopian origin; laws criminalizing consensual same-sex sexual conduct between adults which were not enforced; crimes involving violence or threats of violence targeting lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, or intersex persons; and prohibiting independent trade unions or significant restrictions on workers’ freedom of association.”

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Give And Let Live

Episode #93 - POETIC EXPANSE

Today’s Ponder Point . . . . .

Giving back never seems easy for those able to do so. No one wants to pay taxes; and the only one who ends up doing so in our corrupt and dysfunctional economic model is the middle class one stuck in the middle of it. So, today I want to acknowledge that there are people with great wealth who actually do give a “@)*Y#”.

Mackenzie Scott the co-founder of Amazon along with her more infamous husband of 25 years. Since taking 25% of the share (she deserved 50) and moving on with her life she has shown that you can do a lot of good with your wealth as opposed to giving it to political parties for favor and donating to ballrooms.

There are others doing similar philanthropy, as listed here by others not by me. The list showed Scott is the fifth-most generous philanthropist, behind Warren Buffett, Bill Gates and Melinda French Gates, George Soros, and Michael Bloomberg. Oddly, these are the same persons the Trump administration chooses to hate.

Scott has also been particularly focused on DEI, education, and disaster relief recently, three areas where the Trump administration has made major cuts. This could suggest Scott’s philanthropy is trying to fill the void from the White House cuts.

Furthermore, Scott has brought the art of giving to a level where the privilege systematic tax free rich should take note. The billions she has given, have been given freely without stipulating what the Universities and Charitable organizations in charge should be using the funds on. All the while staying mainly out of the spotlight; no photo ops, no lavish celebrations and no sidling up to the Trump, like her former partner. And she is a novelist!

The Poetry Portion . . . . .

. . . . In this episode two old poems from the vault, sadly still relevant today. . . .

CONNECTATIONS

(030-1.0 Vol 1)

Maria Schneider stares down at me, with some innocence,

and some replacement or displacement in her eyes.

My huge boots slap at the cobblestones below me,

my breath clouds out before me.

Some complaints, some fulfillment.

Hands deep, head low, I meet Polanski.

First only in an image, I am tempted, tempted.

A man moves me with mime.

Only the mime becomes real.

This was before the real, real.

Expand, imagine, adhere.

Time to go, to a jazz bar down by the canals.

People appear, appear to be nervous, I am relaxed.

A strange transaction is performed,

money changes hands, hands change money.

Francs stacked on the bar.

I am toying the change in my pocket,

and close my book, as the lights go out.

This troubles me some, I react with my eyes,

adjust and send them to my forehead to tighten my brows.

A calculated cold collector.

The man and woman leave,

as frustrated as when they arrived.

It’s now only the fidgeting bartender and I.

I stare away as he rearranges his hardware.

I tip him a Franc and he offers no reply.

• Strasburg, France 11/79

TROY RITZ

(029-1.0 Vol 1)

Little boy ducks out from the window sill,

Dives and rolls across the floor,

Sees his buddy on the stairway,

And chases him out of the door.

They both yell and imitate the noises,

Of last nights TV show,

Starsky and Hutch of the living room carpet,

So much that little heroes don’t know.

Jimmy props his toy gun to his shoulder,

And with a sharp grunt sound Troy Ritz is blown away,

He does two pained cartwheels and lands facedown on the pavement,

It was so cute to see the two pals play.

Jimmy’s Dad had two more rifles on the living room wall,

I’ve seen him use ‘em lots of times he told Troy Ritz,

We were in the country once in the winter time,

And this here big one tore a big tree all to bits.

By this time Troy was mighty impressed,

He watched with awe as Jimmy lowered that huge machine,

He ran for the door just like moments before,

And Jimmy chased him all the way to the screen.

But the real thing was to heavy for Jimmy to run with,

And when he tried to get through the door he bumped his head,

The rifle fell to the steps with a shattering crash,

Troy did two more cartwheels and was dead.

So when you are pushing through the Bay at Christmas time,

Wondering what to buy your loving son,

Listen to the cry, society,

Go out and get your kid a gun.

• 1970

\(I am alone.... the sky is stone.. . . . Ride it home.\)

The Human Hum . . . . .

“Hain’t we got all the fools in town on our side? And ain’t that a big enough majority in any town?” - The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Today’s Political Point . . . . .

Apparently Abraham Lincoln said, in the later 19th century.

“You can fool all of the people some of time; you can fool some of the people all of the time, but you can’t fool all the people all the time.”

But, Abe seems to have been dealing with a lesser fool than we have today. Today, as Mark Twain, already knew in the 19th Century,

“It’s easier to fool people than to convince them they have been fooled.”

We are now so stupid that;

“you can fool enough of the people any old time;” - and even the Supreme Court most of the time.

Around the same time (later 19th Century) someone, possibly P. T. Barnum said, “There is a sucker/fool born every minute,” - and followed that up with;

“Nobody ever lost a dollar by underestimating the taste of the American public.”

A 150 years later that about sums up the American electorate - a vast land of fools.

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One Point At A Time

Episode #92 - 8 Days A Week Series continuation . . . . Poetic Expanse

Today’s Ponder Point . . . . .

My “Substack Articles ” - of which 100’s have been delivered to subscribers since early 2022, are first and foremost created to feature my poetry.

According to contemporaries, “The job of a poet is to, armed only with word and feeling, dig up the hidden.” Generally, because the hidden, - as well as the right in one’s face - there seems to be so much more to do today than to merely poe, - as in Edgar Allen.

“We must provoke debate, shine a light to the core, and awaken that which has gone missing, once more.” This is why I have recently added the Ponder Point, and the Political Part to these regularly delivered blogs.

Today, I am pondering the data storage centers owned and operated by the largest tech companies of the world trying to hide from regulation and accountability throughout the World. They say that our data is in the clouds, but this is a big misnomer. We are frightfully unaware of the amount of land, energy and water that these massive storage campuses require, just to keep us texting, clicking, taking and toking on our phones.

In the US, and one can assume it is similar in Canada and other countries, the big tech companies are hiding out largely unregulated in suburban areas, taking tax breaks from municipalities, and gutting the resources available. Meta, Microsoft, Amazon and Google are the main players in this field, and as has become the norm are able to operate as they please. One of these data centers, most of which are situated adjacent to established housing developments requires the water and energy normally used by a small city of 60,000 people, currently there are 1240 of these centers sprinkled through the US, an increase of 4 X the amount since 2010. There are many more currently in plan and being built, and now with the boom of AI you can count on this requirement for data centers to magnify exponentially.

It is estimated that the data storage farms currently operating in the US already use more power and water in one year than the country of Poland, a nation with over 34 million people.

And then there is the noise generated from the constant hum of the chilling towers and the droning of the power generation. The neighboring houses are subjected to the sounds you would experience in an MRI unit.

Up to now the tech companies and the governance responsible have secretively allowed these data centers to be built with no oversight, or any plan for a sustainable future. This situation can’t go on like this indefinitely without a solution sought or consequential action. I am not seeing much poetry in here.

The Poetry Portion . . . . .

“Walls hanging from the ceiling, closing the door on a greater feeling. And changing all the cards in the game,”

A KIND OF BRICKS AND MORTAR

(025-1.0)

It’s kind of like peeking through a key hole.

Knowing there is trouble on the other side.

Sometimes you think you should be helping,

Most times you just run and hide.

You should go down to the coast now, latch with the shore

Take up with what’s in your mind.

No matter, they won’t believe you anymore.

You’re a stranger nobody is going to find.

I picture those walls hanging from the ceiling

They make me feel like I’m the one to blame.

Walls hanging from the ceiling,

closing the door on a greater feeling

And changing all the cards in the game,

Until now, they all read the same.

As if the magic was the flame.

We needed more mortar than brick,

To garner a drop from a splash.

I recall when it was easier than I thought,

and quicker to disappear in a flash.

When you get back home we will build it.

Once you are well, I will show you the way.

The tools we acquired will be the perfect fit.

This time the door will open and stay.

The next poem moves more to classical romanticism, to beauty hope and love. Hope and love . . . . .

                                                            AGAIN

		      The glory of the form, the luster of the eye
		Beauty be not alone			      again.
		The feel of the strength, the bloom of the limb
		Lover be not alone				      again.

		         All this is for when he comes she said
		Her eyes bled, but she smiled instead
		I saw her smile, as she opened her arms
		and heaved all life aside
		And she cried,					      as again.
		she tried
		And I saw her cry				      again.

		          Do not take desire and regret to bed
		and try hand in hand to teach
		the Unforgiving to forget

		          Unforgotten pain will transpose no soul
		Run through the spray, Jump the stream,
		slip up						            Jump up!

		           Greet the day alone,
		And this day can lead you home	    again.

The Human Hum . . . . .

Still, I cry for the faithful, for the vanquished, for the forgotten.

For the was, for the wows, and for those that created what we have gotten. - R G

Today’s Political Point . . . . .

The indefatigable unscrupulous administrators of the Trump doctrine are thriving by bombardment. They pour out so many fecal orders that any factual and honest refutation of one issue is lost in time, a soon as the next shelling of absurdity hits. The truth never gets to shine on any one lie long enough. Logic and simple refutation is lost in the convolution of the next attack. More remarkably, , , , this leaves the messed up masses, unable to delve to the real, - and leaves them willing to accept this blither.

It will take teams and streams of dedicated purveyors to carry out a strategy of keeping the focus on one point at a time. The medium of today is unable to do this and the public of today is too fickle to absorb this.

You need to pick one lie and injustice, one act of horror, or one unlawful act and beat it in to submission, stop it, before you can become aghast by the next one.

For one example, deal with the random killing of untried, uncharged and unknown people on boats in the waters of the Caribbean. Force the DOD to task on this and stop them with public opinion. Then, you need to engage an other team to deal with the next one. Recruit more truth soldiers.

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Flipping Out About It

Episode #91 - Poetic Expanse - Eight Days A Week Series continues.

Today’s Ponder Point . . . . .

USA’s executive branch monkeys have declared “Antifa” a terrorist organization, and plan to fight it as such. Which is rich, considering Antifa isn’t an organization. It’s just people who think fascism is bad. it literally is named “anti-fascism.” There is no leader of Antifa, so who are you gonna call? Who are you going to send your soldiers to get? If you are against Antifa, does it mean you are for fascism?

Just to be clear this is what the Antifa movement is against!

Fascism (/ˈfæʃɪzəm/ FASH-iz-əm) is a far-right, authoritarian, and ultranationalist political ideology and movement,^[1][2][3] characterized by a dictatorial leader, centralized autocracy, militarism, forcible suppression of opposition, belief in a natural social hierarchy, subordination of individual interests for the perceived good of the nation or race, and strong regimentation of society and the economy.

And who does this sound like? Is the next step for the Pentagon to step in and murder young protesters and rebels in neighborhoods under the slogan Antifa, - in the same fashion as they are murdering fishermen in the Caribbean, calling them drug smugglers?

The Human Hum . . . . .

“The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”

“A lie will have traveled around the world, while the truth is still lacing up it’s shoes.”

- Two quotes from wily wisdom of Mark Twain

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The Political Part . . . . .

There is an attack on free speech going on. A law against flag burning, firings and attempted penalties for flipping the police the bird finger, and on and on by the President and his dutiful attorney general. Clearly, to me and most of you flipping a finger, swearing at someone, and burning a flag are ridiculous actions that accomplish nothing. However, these actions do constitute having the right to express one’s opinion. Stupid opinions are protected by law, if they weren’t the President of the United States would be rendered mute.

It seems that, both the Supreme Court and lower courts have ruled that giving cops the finger is a form of protected speech under the First Amendment. Along the same vein, swearing and any other profane speech directed at law enforcement is also protected.

So if flashing the middle finger is protected by the Constitution, why are people getting arrested?So know your rights! - and do not allow a government and a fascist administration to strip them from you.

The Update on R G’s creative publications . . . . .

Poetic Expanse - A compilation Vol. 1 by R G Schmidt - is for sale as a paper back on Amazon Kindle books. Or - order direct from the author.

Happy to receive so many good Reviews from some fellow poets on this Poetic Expanse:

on Summer •

“This piece carries deep emotional honesty, a reflection of memory, loss & the ache of time. Its rhythm moves like water itself, flowing between reflection and regret. The picture of swimming and sinking beautifully mirrors the struggle to stay afloat in love and in life. Brilliant piece!”

on All the Ripples •

“Your imagery flows like the very ripples you describe, ethereal, vast, and full of introspection. I love how the poem leads the reader on a cosmic journey before landing gently on the self, revealing vulnerability and self-reflection in such a striking way.”

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A Poetry Piece . . . . .

SUMMER

(109.01)

I really wasn’t much of a swimmer when I met you that first time.

Your long damp hair made you insuperable to resist.

Nonetheless, you were certain,

and you could glide in and out among the waves,

While I used up all I had just to keep my head up.

Saturdays were always the worst.

We would spend every hour of the day in that water together.

Hard headed insistence, was the best way,

I know that is what I said then, - I feel less that way today.

Or maybe it was really bare paranoia,

that blocked my kick from coming together.

It was heady and gentle to an art,

to let me paddle and patter

and for you to perfect your part.

During those years as I drifted, - in and out of your life,

I never understood why you let me float there,

Not until today, when I see you naked again,

On the bottom, and on the shore.

Willingly, shifting the control through the brain. . . . .

— — —

So I peel the skin from the apple,

I cut through the noose with my knife.

Pummel the tin with an anvil,

As the the water washes away at my life.

I wanted to swim with the sea lions

impelling them from shore to shore.

I want to be a lover of ages

and of rivers that have come before.

I want for my time to be noted

as if there were something much more.

— — —

Clearly, I am still not much of a swimmer,

and you don’t help me keep my head up anymore.

The normal inside all this scares me to a shiver,

Even my good friends call me Richard now.

- R G Schmidt

on Summer • a review from All Poetry sources.

“This piece carries deep emotional honesty, a reflection of memory, loss & the ache of time. Its rhythm moves like water itself, flowing between reflection and regret. The picture of swimming and sinking beautifully mirrors the struggle to stay afloat in love and in life. Brilliant piece!”

Another Poetry Piece . . . . .

SLIPPED

(008-1.0)

Slipped again – Oh! No!

By the side of the road,

with that aura all around my head again.

Pictures of the valley hot!

Slept for days without cloths!

In September, then the water froze!

You should have seen my toes!

Sometimes, it’s just not worth it!

You should have seen the scene in St. Louis.

When all the people thought the World would end.

Somedays, you can’t even get a cheeseburger.

But, you can still get next to that trend. . . . .

Not long ago I rode a submarine.

Up and down like a barber’s chair.

Then the window broke and there wasn’t much left to see there.

But I was happy just being in it, for a little while anyway. . . . .

Flying isn’t easy when there’s no place to land.

You should take a fish with you to Ohio.

Think of all the friends you wouldn’t have to stand.

And they wouldn’t be bumming a dime, all the time. . . . .

I can’t remember Paris, but I am sure it was in France

A woman tried to sell me her underpants.

She didn’t seem to know that she hadn’t the dance.

and that I’d already bought a new wallet. . . . .

You can sit quiet if you think you should

But, I’ll still be sticking’ fire works under your hood.

You must be getting tired of being so systematically good.

So light up the match and get cracking. . . . .

Water doesn’t run, it just kind of slops around.

You think your in a puddle, but your feet are above the ground.

It’s a crazy way of fishing’ but it gets you out of town.

So pack up the kids and get rolling. . . . .

If I had a night like this everyday,

I wouldn’t be thinking of her,

and have so much nothing to say.

- R G Schmidt