Tuesday, February 21, 2023

16,090. BROKEN MESS

BROKEN MESS 
Whatever we disseminate can
germinate and propagate too,
as everything happens together.
I am afraid to move forward,
but hesitant, as well, to lag
behind. This world is but an
ocean of gloom once more,
and behind every curtain is
another sealed window. How
do I get by, and who is looking
in?
-
Maybe I used to have 15 watches 
for my wrist. Singular. And now
I can't find a one of them. I know
where they are but they are all
hiding. A man should only have
a limited supply of things he
doesn't need, yet time still
flies by. Stop me some,
before I die?
-
I never wanted to get here. This
point is too disconcerting.

16,089. YOU THREW OUT THE BABY! HERE'S THE BATHWATER!

YOU THREW OUT THE BABY! 
HERE'S THE BATHWATER!
No going backwards on this one either.
Step lightly, my friend, lest the stairway
collapse. Put your patter away and let's try
swapping jokes; or just make something up
and I'll laugh for the right effect. My garment
is rent and my spirit is broken.
-
High up in the hills, there's nothing amiss,
but it's down in these basins where the
screw-ups begin. I'll say it again: 'This
is a hospital town, and it's dragging me
down.'

Monday, February 20, 2023

16,088. NOMINATING THE HIERARCHY

NOMINATING THE HIERARCHY
That's an important part of anything, and
don't take it lightly. Inspect your options
before you bite. Lord Jim is not Lord God.

16,087. TO TAKE THE MAGAZINE TAXI HOME

TO TAKE THE 
MAGAZINE 
TAXI HOME
The destination was never in doubt, though
I myself never knew it. I wanted to be alone,
and to be kept to myself, in silence. Noise
and talk is just noise and talk. See?
-
This was a fantasy in dead silence. I'd made
up a story that I could walk right into, though
something lame, when I was killing them
dead on stage in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and
that walk through Laramie, Wyoming, with
my carbines at the ready?
-
But it was a story I could never return from.
I only found that out too late.

16,086. PARKLAND HOSPITAL

 PARKLAND HOSPITAL
When they said the President was 
coming I didn't think they meant
in that way. Why would he visit a
Texas hospital? I thought to myself.
Not realizing what had already
occurred. He was dead.
-
It was late 1963, and that sedate
old world was already over by 
4pm. Christpher Columbus could 
not have done it any better. A nation 
was awash, and was newly being
introduced unto itself.
Had even Lincoln razed these these
barriers, the ruination would have
not have been the same  -  the old
country was not enthralled in the
same manner with itself. Oh, it
came close, but was not a match.
-
In field photos of those older days, 
a Civil War group of ragged soldiers
is seen in a clearing next to a tetradactyl
they had bagged, dead on the ground 
after shooting it from the sky, they
claimed. If a 1963 American had tried 
that stunt such a person would have
been sent to the grassy knoll and shot,
and we'd still be tending a media blitz
about all of that.
-
There was little to do but absorb the
rest. Adapt the new world, carry it as
our own, and take its new changes 
to wherever they would lead us.
And, yes, there's your difference,
in such a grand nutshell.



Sunday, February 19, 2023

16,085. NEVER MIND

NEVER MIND
I went to the pet store today, to
find a brush for a pitiful weasel.
The guy at the counter said 'We
ain't got nothing for weasels. Try
CVS; they have brushes and combs.'
I knew he was in no mood to sell me
anything  -  not even for a rabbit or
a fish. You have to be careful today
about most anything you say. I said,
'Well how about something for a
pitiful easel? Mine only has three
legs?' 
-
He didn't get it at all. You see, all
easels have three legs, and to be
'pitiful' an easel would say have 
two, or even four (and they should 
ALL be even, whatever however
many their number), but he wouldn't
get, I knew. Sometimes logic takes
more than just a cash-register and
some keys, allied with an empty
mind. Or, as he had, none. So I
just said, 'Never mind', and left.

16,084. LIFE AS A MIDDLING STAR

LIFE AS A MIDDLING STAR
I think all things deserve alternate versions;
second versions; unexpurgated; raw, and
alternative too. Why be settled only with
the lesser. Ram the metal through the 
different mold, and let's see what then
becomes of that. A bent pole sees the
straighter light of another day.
-
Guys who talk rough and drunkenly
through pitiful microphones, and then
try other words to say : Why shouldn't
they be given that second chance? Why
let some critical scoundrel have his way?
-
I liked you in that red dress, yes, but today
you look much better to me this way. I can
hardly now sit still.


16,083. WILD HORSES?

WILD HORSES?
No one has ever lassoed me. Nor
have I been caught by a rope or
even a lariat. Are those even the
right terms to use? I've been
running free my entire life? 
-
Like an unbroken horse, never
settled and left to run free? 
-
Boy is that ever a crock. There
have been locks and shackles at
every turn. I'm that bull in the
china shop; that one you've 
always heard of.

Saturday, February 18, 2023

16,082. I DECLINE

 I DECLINE
Quasimodo wore a sort of hat, as
I recall, much like a sock that clung
close to his skull and hung down too?
Now I wonder how close to what he
actually wore that is. I decline to look
if up or check it out, because it simply
no longer matters to me, and I don't 
care. It's been so long since I saw that
film, probably forty years, that any of
it I may remember is dwarfed by time.
-
I remember being sad for him, however
that would have been, and not much
concerned about his hat; if there even
was one. It little matters now, and what 
passes more for reality is the memory
anyway. Probably the sort of film that
gets you only once, at a certain period
of your life.
-
Molten lead was it, pouring down off
the towers of Notre Dame? Was he a
madman in the throes of some crazy
fixation that had driven him extreme?
I can't rightly even remember that, let
alone the question of a hat.


16,081. RUDIMENTS, pt. 1,365

RUDIMENTS, pt. 1,365
(blocking the Lindermeres)
Dennis Marshall was a kid I knew. He was just
10 years  -  maybe  -  younger than I was and
he took care of a brother too. The brother was
probably another five years back. They never
had a mother  -  well, of course 'had' a mother,
but she was either dead or gone and I never had
seen her. The father, the guy of the house, to
tell you the truth I never saw him either. Those
two boys took care of each other, in ways I
never knew. They had a little cinder-block
house. Things like cooking and groceries
and cleaning? I never knew. Nor was there
a car in the household.
-
It was 1973 in a nowhere Pennsylvania place.
If I was 22, all the local boys, maybe six of them,
or a few more, who lived on that scattered corner,
where the dirt roads finally dumped out on to
something 'paved' at least, latched onto me - 
a new stranger in their midst. It was crazy stuff,
for a while, and then it all went away. They got
cars (not Denny), and found things to do as well,
but they still came around in little batches. Listening
to records, talking Thoreaux (they had him in school),
and surely for real they struggled with the name. In
English, I tried to tell them, 'Not every letter needs
be pronounced.' I tried to imagine a baseball player
with the name Thoreaux and the mangled manners
of the announcers trying the same name in like
fashion. Sometimes things are just plain funny.
-
They soon caught on. A few got girlfriends, but
the farm girls were always too fat. To my taste
all the excess just detracts. 'They seem very
 domestic,' my mother would say when she
visited and they came over. I think she maybe
meant how farm girls did a lot of stuff at home,
and knew how to bake and cook and clean. If
there's an opportunity there, it's one I never got.
-
There were any number of marginal cases like this
around. And right in the middle of it all, was the
home of Verna Bowman. (or maybe it was Baeuman;
I too have trouble over time with names). No 'man' 
was ever there either, so I never knew the story, but
she had a nice, little house  -  a bit run down, but
not by much  -  and maybe four kids of her own of
varying ages. The oldest girl was about 18. That
girl had a boyfriend, Bob Santee, with a really
nice Austin Healey 3000, about a 1967. Soon
enough some issue arose with these boys and
Something about Bob having had sex with that 
sister. Mike (her brother, the one with all the
'Thoreaux' problems. I used to always have 
to tell him, 'There's NO 'X' on the end of that 
name. Stop  pronouncing one. It's more like 
'Throw, say'), really had taken offense.
Quiet desperation, anyone?
-
So, one day when they were working on cars
in my barn area, they'd brought his car over
for an oil change and some work. In their odd
anger, they decided to trash it instead. It was
fixable and all, but they did a number on it. 
A weird matter over one's sister getting laid. 
Bob went crazy-nuts when he saw what had 
happened. He called the State Police! Talk 
about unsupervised boys! The State Police 
showed up some time later (the barracks 
were out east, by Towanda or Wyalusing 
somewhere some 30 miles off or more), 
and took the report, and even interviewed 
me. I hadn't even been there, but since it
was my property, I could be implicated.
Also thy had the damages assessed after
the vehicle was taken away. They boys got
charged, malicious mischief or something,
and went to a hearing, were found guilty
(they'd owned up. No choice), and had to
somehow come up with damages and were
told to straighten up and work out the family
issues on their own. I was cleared of all.
not having been there at the time (working,
in Elmira, 25 miles away and unaware; but
it was a close call all around).
-
Funny things ensued: Bob disappeared in a
few months, and I never knew what happened
there. I don't even know how the news of the
'sex' had even got out, braggadocio maybe. I
found out years later, that Mike, the girl's
brother, after high school got himself to
Texas, (where his real father actually lived),
and stayed there with him, and eventually
managed to become a Texas Ranger or 
whatever they call their State Police down
there). The rest of everyone, those boys,
(I haven't mentioned all of them here),
 and their families, after we'd moved on
in a few years, I've lost all touch with.
No contact, but oh the stories. I'll touch
on some more soon enough.




16,080. YOU CAN HARDLEY GET FROM ANYWHERE TO HERE

YOU CAN HARDLEY GET FROM ANYWHERE TO HERE
I used to run hurdles in high school; now
those same hurdles run me. For every 'up' it
seems there's a 'down.'  They say things get
better with age, but that's surely the work of
a clown. Some Cicero in hyper-speed dragging.
-
College wasn't much better, except for the girls
being happy to oblige. Wise men, wise men,
claim your prize. Everything can be a learning
experience. 'Want to look at the stars? Let's go
to the observatory, there's no one else there, and
I have a key to the room.' Studying astronomy is
always a worthy endeavor.
-
Now, scanning and surveying take up most
 of my time. I've learning a new language: 
scat singing in time.

Friday, February 17, 2023

16,079. THE MADNESS OF THE MOB

THE MADNESS OF THE MOB
Let me call you dumbheart; I'm in love
with you. Let me hear you ripsaw, that
you love me too. Keep the limelight
burning in your heart so true. Let me
call you dumbheart, that's the least
thing I can do.
-
I was listening with my sweetheart to
the song that they were playing; that
wonderful old Tennessee Waltz. They
did good job, but it still sounded false.
The cat was in the alley, the dog was
in the hall; and then came John O'Malley
and he took her, clothes and all.
-
I wander nowadays all alone, since
John O'Malley took her home.



Thursday, February 16, 2023

16,078. WARBLERS

WARBLERS
I don't lionize a bird call, nor
do I fly away from lions. It's
all the same now for me. If I
can just manage to hang on, 
I'll want nothing, nor have
any positions about anything 
again. Nothing matters now,
and I've left the rest in tow.
-
I never know, now, if reading
a newspaper is glimpsing the
future, or rehashing again the 
past; what crumbles away, or
what's made to last.
-
I'm pretty simple like that. Today,
outside some foul convenience
store, while I waited, while my
wife was in the store to get herself
some water, and for me an iced tea,
which I had only sort of suggested,
never meaning, but I got it anyway.
-
It seemed a piss-poor neighborhood,
in some place I'd never rightly been,
Jermyn, I think the sign said; or it 
was maybe Jessup. I feel they're both 
 there around somewhere: a raggedy
used-car lot, a Shinola Pizza Palace,
I also think it read. A carpeting store
offering floor waxing and buffing.
I figured that to be not 'to go.' Or
I then figured that had to come to
you, in order for it to make any
sense. Like when you see a lawn
sign for a house, which reads 'For 
Sale By Owner.' Which at least 
makes sense. But if your neighbor 
really pisses you off, you could 
put one of those on his lawn, 
except first making it read 'For 
Sale By Neighbor.' An old movie
theater, all boarded up; and a
bowling alley no one goes to.
It's good these places still
exist : good for the cultural
blending of things.
-
Then the wife says, 'How come
they call this 'South' Main Street?
I haven't yet seen a north.

Wednesday, February 15, 2023

16,077. NUDGE

NUDGE
Some have come and others have gone
but there's no wide opening for anyone
more. This doorway closes up at six. I
might have known you were coming, but
even had I, you're always late as it goes. 
-
That's not a hint as much as a nudge. Get
 your premise in order, promise me that.
Who baked these marbles into the pound 
cake? Do you know that guy who just
broke his tooth? Boy, he was pissed.
-
Have you ever noticed, Sandy, how no
one likes anything until it has a name? 
It's weird  -  Once there's a new disease,
or a newly breaking syndrome, and they
begin making something for it, real or not,
everyone suddenly wants to have it. I
call that 'Neo-Hypochondria,' and some
people get real bad cases. It used to be
that people were happy just being healthy;
now they all want the latest disease.

16,076. BEAST

BEAST
He won't walk no  more!
The beast is dead. Denied
the fear that is his homage;
to this destruction he is led.
Armored mainly in illusion;
sharp, the cutter-jaws, the
worse they look, the less they
claw. This beast is dead forever.
He won't walk no more!

16,075. CIRCLE

CIRCLE
The vastness and I
waiting: a dream, an
image to seem. (The
kernal, growing wide).
Remember all together,
the vines, the lands of the
Eye. In secret little places,
the vastness and waiting, I.

16,074. TIME AND AGAIN

TIME AND AGAIN
Does anything happen? Is anything
real? This notion of living within the
goals of achievement runs dreary. I
drag this color along a chalkboard
of time? My hands get preoccupied
by a hundred other matters, even as
the shed is falling down.
-
One day is rain and another is snow.

16,073. HEARTFELT BIEDERMEIER

HEARTFELT BEIEDERMEIER 
The hearth was always supposed to be
inviting, in that warm and cozy way. It
becomes a commandment - 'Let nothing
go astray.' The Biedermeier binders have
it all marked out : ice-cream crescents,
homes crowded with the most gentle of
furniture and manners, and no mouth
with a sneer or a shout.
-
Classic schools of music and opera too?
Recitals in dense auditoriums and the
church land of reverence The violas are
poised to play at adventure; the rollicking
romance of wood and dense forests, mostly
all grown quiet.
-
No bummers nor beats; too early for that?
The unsettled questions that all Humans ,
face - those stern surgeons of doubt and
uncertainty, must still be dealt, to trace
the darker matters through space. Ring,
ring oh bells, and let this auditorium 
resound with applause!

Tuesday, February 14, 2023

16,072. HIMALAYAN LUNCH WAGON

HIMALAYAN LUNCH WAGON
There's nothing like speaking the truth
of a roomful people just sitting  -  and
falsely listening instead to dreams.
However, in this case, for me, right
outside the hospital where I was
again today (these fulsome follow
up visits are killing me), was the 
usual huge food truck, called 
somehow 'Halal Brothers.'
-
It's there all the time, at the same 
corner and in the same spot. I
guess the two guys I keep seeing
inside the truck ARE those 
Halal Brothers themselves! At 
least there's not far to run if the 
ptomaine sets in and some
treatment is needed.
-
Yet they line up, whoever they are; 
every day  -  when I see them  -
5 or 10 people deep. Lined up and
ready to pay. The food must be good,
and so is the pay? Hey, Halal Brothers,
what d'ya you say?

16,071. HAPPY HILL HOLLOW

HAPPY HILL HOLLOW
That's what they always tried to call
it on that far-flung Ithaca hill. The
name never really stuck, but they 
tried and always said 'It will.' It 
was over in two years : a stumbling 
mission on a monastery hill. For
a while, it almost seemed like a
house filled with stumbling
vagrants; a rehab-center and
a rest-home combined.
-
Someone must have paid their bills,
or maybe not - and that's why they
closed up shop after merely two
years. Adults selling pies they made
on their own? Weaving stitches for
colorful knit hats? Pottery and urns,
all 'sold' out front like a gift shop in
some Hell of misdirected energy?
-
No one often even talked  -  just
the shaved-head monks or Krishna
dudes who ran the place. And the
name was a contradiction of sorts,
all by itself.  A hollow, on a hill? 
What's that tell you? It was quiet
all the time, and I always wondered
if someone was just crying out for
discourse rather than living within
themselves as they had to do. 
-
It was1972, after all, and people had
things to do, and the world was changing
fast. Was there nothing to be said?

16,070. FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY

FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY
Too many people have died in the quest
and the manner of their living never
bested that quest. Chasing lucre is like
eating smoke for both good digestion
and feeling full.
-
Mama, it leads one nowhere. It isn't
worth the turn of its wrapper's toss.

16,069. I AIM FOR SOLICITUDE

I AIM FOR SOLICITUDE
Backing up gently with my mind,
I listened at the very same time as
 the winds of spirit lifted me up.
I had long ago decided to make
my words mean something more 
than just that. I truly wished
to transform the world.
-
Now I am too old and infirm for
any more of that piffle, and I gauge
myself, alone, for speaking my mind
wherever it will lead. Bread, water
and crust will be my only sustenance.
-
This day means nothing without its
mission, as the extraordinary long
line of darkness stretches across time.
We cannot all share good fortune, so
take one's downs along without the
ups. I shade Bakersfield like Hopalong
Cassidy ate the dust. Bitter remarks
as the sagebrush flees. Padre Erins
will be arriving from the mission, 
soon. So I must get things in order
and soon prepare some food.
(Hot chili peppers in the
blistering sun?)..,

Monday, February 13, 2023

16,068. MY SLOVENLY DISPOSITON

MY SLOVENLY DISPOSITON
Someone said to me once that I had a
great disposition. Years ago, when I
was maybe 15. I hardly even knew
what they meant, so I had to look it 
up. I realized, later, that I'd never had
that opinion of myself at all.
-
I figured I was a slovenly creature, not
worth being seen. A priesthood to hide
in would be pretty keen. No? So, I began
to watch my habits and traits. Was I good
at this position? Did dogs and cats take
to me. Well, yes an no.
-
In general, what did I have  -  all these
weirdly adult names: Deportment, 
disposition, attitude, and approach. I
couldn't get a one of them right. They
made me uncomfortable just to be near.
I kept silent, trying not to be seen.
-
That's the story of an ill-managed life?

16,067. EAGLE-EYED EAGLE?

EAGLE-EYED EAGLE?
For three days now an eagle has 
landed on the icy pond below us.
I call it a pond, though it may be
a lake. Or the other way around
too. Nomenclature always kills
me. 
-
We get the eagles overhead oftentimes,
but I've never actually watched as one
alights onto the ice. One time, the day
before yesterday, some lady had pulled
over at the side of the local road to watch.
I asked her what was up, when I got down
there, thinking maybe she had a problem.
She said no, and that she was just fascinated
by the bird  -  how large and how beautiful
it was when seen up close. It sort of made
her day.
-
It then flew off. No noise, just a clean
take-off from the ice. Beats me what goes
on in Eagle-land about now. The ice is solid,
and I'd figure any fish are deep down and in
their fishy half-slumber.
-
The lady drove off as well . I stayed and lingered 
a little bit, in much the same way as
did the bird.

16,066. PARABOLIC STRAIGHT LINE

PARABOLIC STARIGHT LINE 
Yeah, yeah, there's no such thing.
So what to that, I say; there can be
if I want it. The world is one clean 
parchment every time I draw it.
-
I purloined a letter from Edgar Alan
Poe, and traded it on a barter site
for a cask of Amontillado. It arrived
by UPS, all broken and dripping.
Just great, but no going back.
I think I'll write about that.
-
The main thing, I notice, is our uselessness.

16,065. FARTHER AWAY

FARTHER AWAY 
Farther than the fire is
from the flame - something
inherent throwing shadows 
to the wall. My first inclination
is to run and hide, get away
from this all. The ladle holds no
soup, and the pot is atop no fire.
-
Mindful, restful ease. I try to peel 
the King of Hearts from the face 
of its card, but all that happens is 
that the card gets ruined and I'm
left with no deck at all.

16,064. NORTH COUNTRY BLUES

NORTH COUNTRY BLUES
That never happens to me; I'm the
same depressed no matter where I go.
Mostly it goes away, though sometimes
it tries to stay. Darkness at the edge of
town? Hooray.
-
I'll just stand here fiddling with the
door latch. Caught by the ice again.

Sunday, February 12, 2023

16,063. TIED TO THIS WAGON

TIED TO THIS WAGON
They say there's a contagion of
small things rattling through
the land. Kids and children,
wanting everything they see.
Leaving the airport behind,
even the taxi-cabs and Ubers
hesitate to go on. Traffic blurs
the sight like snow.
-
I watch the mothers  -  not sure
of themselves now, one or two
kids behind, in tow, they wonder
if they still have looks; worry
makes the heart grow slow. I
 notice too how the fathers no
longer much look at the mothers;
their eyes are elsewhere scanning
for the feast.
-
I think motivation is the hardest
thing to keep. Faithfulness and
good cheer? They're easier qualities
now then we let on.

16,062. NIGHT-NOISE

NIGHT-NOISE
I could have been a has-been, but
now I'm just a no-starter Joe. I put
down my lenses and walked away.
-
Just now there was a big explosion;
sounded like a mile or so off, at about
what, 11:45. Haven't heard a thing
since then. Who would make such
noises at night?
-
It doesn't really matter. If the horses
are still out, they probably jumped a
bit. I don't know about the cows :
not thinking they move or react
too much to funny things.
-
Wow, there it went again!

16,061. CARNIVAL

CARNIVAL 
It was a currency unknown to 
Humankind before. The more it
was handled, the more it disappeared.
The factory revels that made it so
turned it as well to drudgery and
farce. People of all places gaped
to see what came of it.
-
The guy at the Ferris Wheel just
stared. He was watching the crowd,
trying to think if it was benign or
just stale. A small mutter ran through
that crowd : obvious and curious, both
and all at once as together. 'How'd
you get this job, kid; who'd you have
to know?' the guy was asking for his
son. 'Huh? My Uncle. The guy's name
is Henry, he's over in the green shed.
But it won't work if your kid can't 
travel. We move on every 11 days to
the next town on the circuit; till Labor
Day anyway. By then we're back down
south; Alabama, Mississippi, y'know.'
-
The Cotton Candy looked liked fluff.
Who in Hell would eat that stuff?

16,060. RUDMENTS, pt. 1,364

RUDMENTS, pt. 1,364
(Seostis and the Cobra of Gold)
Have you ever stopped to wonder
why people don't ever say 'He, or she,
died' any longer? The normal way now
is to say someone 'passed.' What's that?
If an ancient had said that, we'd be
laughing at them for their primitive
and misguided naivete! Yet now it's 
perfectly acceptable for anyone to make
that reference  - like spirit souls in the
night making their traverse through
the skies, stars, and heavens, to their
latest destination. Yeah, hey, better 
watch that laughter, please. 
-
Assumptions are made here daily and
moment by moment. Time continues
perfectly on after death? How is that
meant to be? Which Dad will we meet
in Heaven? The one who was Dad when
he died? Or the one who has moved 
along in the continuum of what has
transpired, and taken on different
characteristics, or a different being
entirely? Once the 'Human' of us
 passes on, is all assertiveness gone?
Do we maintain any characteristics
of those types of traits? What is left
then, of those characteristics of  'us'?
-
One of the easiest things to do is to
is to scoff at another view  -  Sadly, I 
must mention here that they are ALL 
the same. In essence, we come from 
Godhead, and are headed right back
to it, no matter what you did or did 
not do, nor by how many scalpels 
you may have sliced in your supposed 
belief systems. YOU are, as is everyone,
never doomed to eternal Hell, and
however that got started it's an
insane prelude to stupidity. We are 
all bound for the same places, each
Heavenly and eternally recurring,
within their own senses. Why should
you be damned and accept that? By
buying into that 'eternal damnation'
story line, you're refuting the glory
of life, which is a constant and a
steady Glory, no matter what else
you may make of it.
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Ah!! Hours go by and I'm still dreaming
over this stuff. Memories and conjecture
do somehow mix, but they never add up
to much. It's all very strange.
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A couple of interesting notes  -  the 
traceable (and written) history of the 
Egyptian dynasties run to 34, each one 
broken into eras and groupings, and they
take us 'back' - by our now-numberings,
to 6,000BC. Before that, with the arrival
of 'agriculture' and other imparted 'skills',
spreading backwards, were the near eastern
cultures, and Mesopotamian cultures, which
formed the next-earliest ('back') in time
cultures, from that large black area of
mysterious pre-time, from which our
myths, creation tales, and initial and
earliest culture formations stem.
 All of those ancient cultures, and
most of which we just ignore, are the 
continued basis of our societies today.
One small, finger-nail-sized lick of
it, The Bible, purports to tell the story,
but is ridden with agenda and mission,
so as to block the rest. In some ways it's
Chairman Mao's Little Red Book in its
present hijacked and riddled form.
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One of the mainstays of Egyptian 
Pharaonic  culture was its sense of 
order and precision  -  think of it, an
important adjunct of social-building
to an early society-in-formation, when
EVERYTHING was new and untried.
After agricultural skills this was most
important. Once the lush, west of the 
Nile area dried up and became desert,
that became an important facet of
record-keeping and early accounting
of trade and commerce. Later cultures,
after Egypt had dwindled and changed,
took over those qualities, with the 
resultant expansions  of trade and 
import, and export, with Egypt led to 
expansions  -  timber, grains, and
trade needing accountability. The 
ONE basis of our social situations
was set up  -  right up to Greek, 
and then Roman predominance. 
(Amazing that time-keeping wasn't 
really established  until later. But, 
in essence it was all there and tracked 
celestially. Funny too, Egypt established 
itself as lands and counties, which they 
then called 'Nomes', as well  as the 
Mayoral/Gubernatorial equivalent.
Called the Nomarch! In the same 
strange  way, the 'God' of the Nile and 
the successful yearly harvest, which 
was met with jubilation, celebration 
and parade-like festivals. That God's 
name was Hapi! Pronounced 'Happy'.
Mmmmm?
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1.- Ancient Egypt was divided into provinces
(or 'nomes'), as they were called under
provincial governors, or 'Nomarchs'. The 
 nome system is first attested early in the
'Old Kingdon, in the Third Dynasty. At this
period, a typical nomarch sems to have spent
his early career serving in different provinces
or in other branches of the civil administration.
As a royal servant he would be buried in the
cemetery of the capital, Memphis. However, 
from the Fifth Dynasty some nomarchs began
to serve primarily in one nome, where they
lived and were eventually buried.  This one
decentralizing trend, together with the
hereditary right of ruling families to the 
governorship of their provinces, became 
widespread in the later Sixth Dynasty. From
this time on, more and more governors
adopted what became the most characteristic
nomarch title : "Great Chief Of Nome X'.
Their impressive tombs, increasingly located
in Upper and Middle Egypt instead of around
Memphis, reflect their power and practical
independence, in contrast to the scanty 
records left by the contemporary kings of the
later Sixth to Eighth dynasties. These grand 
monuments highlight something of an anomaly
in early Egypt : royal officials who became, for
a time,  hereditary nobility.
2. - Although Osiris ordained the annual 
inundation, the God most associated with
the Nile itself was Hapi, depicted as a
human figure with a large belly and with
pendulous breasts. This corpulence
represented the bounties of the Nile, the
waters of which flowed to nurture Egypt.
Hymns addressed to the Nile spoke of its
bounty, expressing joy at its coming, and
sorrow at the plight of when the Nile floods
failed. The inundation was ritually greeted 
with thanks and jubilation in honor of Hapi, 
its patron divinity. The God is depicted with
a papyrus plant, another symbol of the 
benefits of the Nile, sprouting from the
top of his head. The Nile was a river of 
creative forces. Its source was believed 
to be in the underworld, where it was 
connected to a subterranean stream.  
From the underworld it issued to the 
surface between granite rocks close to 
the first cataract near Elephantine in
the far south. As the fount of Egypt's  
fertility, the (supposed) source of the Nile 
was linked to the ram headed creator God
Khum, who was believed to have fashioned
Humankind from Nile mud. The Goddess
'Satis' was often depicted pouring cool
water upon the earth to endow it with
life.