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Poetry by Lawrence R. Spencer. Poetic nonsense by Lawrence R. Spencer and others. Haiku poems by Lawrence R. Spencer.

YOUR VOICE ALONE

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VoiceSamuel Barclay Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in Paris for most of his adult life and wrote in both English and French. He is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the 20th century.

Beckett’s work offers a bleak, tragicomic outlook on human existence, often coupled with black comedy and gallows humour, and became increasingly minimalist in his later career. He is considered one of the last modernist writers, and one of the key figures in what Martin Esslin called the “Theatre of the Absurd”.   Beckett was awarded the 1969 Nobel Prize in Literature.

HAPPINESS IS NOT

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I have been thinking a lot about “happiness” recently.  There are many different definitions of this word.  In an English language dictionary defines “happiness” as:

elatedness, elation, exhilaration, exultation, high,intoxication; ecstasy, euphoria, glory, heaven, nirvana,paradise, rapture, rapturousness, ravishment, seventh heaven, transport; delectation, delight, enjoyment,pleasure; cheer, cheerfulness, comfort, exuberance,gaiety (also gayety), gladsomeness, glee, gleefulness,jocundity, jollity, joyfulness, joyousness, jubilance,jubilation, lightheartedness, merriness, mirth; content,contentedness, gratification, satisfaction, triumph.

Here are a few ideas I have about what happiness is, and what it is not….

THE CLIMB

GO TELL IT LIKE IT IS

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7122_56c5_640“While shepherds kept their watching
Over silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens,
There shone a holy light:
Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.”

from the Christian song, “Go Tell It On The Mountain”. “Go Tell It on the Mountain” is an African-American spiritual song, compiled by John Wesley Work, Jr., dating back to at least 1865, that has been sung and recorded by many gospel and secular performers. It is considered a Christmas carol because its original lyrics celebrate the Nativity of Jesus  (Wikipedia.org)

bloody child birth

I don’t care who you are.  I don’t care what a bunch of superstitious sheep herders say.  Birth is bloody and painful!  If you are inhabiting a biological body on Earth, your mother sacrificed her body and her life to bear you and feed you with her tits (or a bottle) and work her ass off to support and clothe you until you were old enough to take care of yourself!  The TRUTH is that this “religious holiday” should be a celebration and admiration of MOTHERS!  In spite of ancient superstitions, and patriarchal propaganda, Jesus (if the guy ever really existed) inhabited a biological body that was produced by a women who fucked a man and got pregnant and gave birth to a stinking, screaming baby body, just like everyone else on this god-forsaken planet!