Three short poems Based on the uLTIMAT PrinceaPAL

[rowens]

: Example


There are no problems,

there are solutions and problems.

The solutions make problems

for the sakes of the solutions,

not for the sakes of the problems.


The problems are traps solutions set to catch themselves.


Problems are minority groups. Whatever they may-be.




Gods and others.
      If you resist, you are non-GOD.







the violation of the rules is part of the poem.
and I'm not. anyway ,

Not violating



           Rube Icon


I say there is no Evil.

God says there is.

Well.





      Tao is Bullshit and Bullshit is Tasty


We think it is hard,

[ Ex: It's not soft either ]

Tao is bullshit, and cowshit is
       a matter of taste.




        . . . 


I'm sorry, 
one of these was supposed to be about Hera and Dionysus, and the similarities between wine and milk. But I was handed the wrong notebook at this hour.

---

Is semen more profane than milk?
Semen can impregnate.
Is that vulgar compared to sustaining life?


.......

That's all I can remember.

The poem is called Hera is a cow.

And Hera has been known to screw, not me, but me over, when I do such things.

I'll look for the rest.

[rowens]

;, I mean : Intro 2


    "Men can see so more often easily their stream of urine. Does that apply . . . "
                                                                                      --me


                            Bad Poetry as Wicked instead of Bad
                                                                     
                                                                                     for Georgina Rose


It's a basic thing. Making the Villain of 
the story the Hero.
Yeats is the better poet ; but,
the weak poetry of Crowley is grander.
It tears it up. It up.

[Mark A Becker]

: Example

There are no problems,

there are solutions and problems. Seems pretty obvious

The solutions make problems

for the sakes of the solutions,

not for the sakes of the problems. I agree that solutions can be troublesome. That said, there are many solutions (especially scientific, eg vaccines) that in fact, are "for the sakes of the problems"

The problems are traps solutions set to catch themselves.  I'm trying to follow, but the faulty pro-noun referent (themselves) seems to be a trap, and I can't make sense of it.

Problems are minority groups. Whatever they may-be.  Hmm, in reverse equivalence then "minority groups are problems"

I'm guessing that was poem #1


Gods and others. all others?
      If you resist, you are non-GOD. I don't resist, but I'm still non-God

the violation of the rules is part of the poem.
and I'm not. anyway ,  This is very unclear...

Not violating

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I say there is no Evil.  It ain't up to you, I'm afraid, and you will know evil when you see it, or it sees you.

God says there is.  Many claim God speaks in their language.

Well.

Was that poem #2? 
If so, then I guess poem #3 is next:

      Tao is Bullshit and Bullshit is Tasty  Haven't tried it myself

We think it is hard,

[ Ex: It's not soft either ] 

Tao is bullshit, and cowshit is
       a matter of taste.  This means something to you, I guess, but it's way to obscure for my tasteless brain

Well, owens, I am once again stumped. I'm sure you'll be able to clarify for me, and I hope your clarifications will make more sense than these poems

[dukealien]

In a similar vein (and because it's unlikely to see the light of day in its proper context):

MOUT Reflection

Slow is Smooth,
Smooth is Fast,
Fast is Rough,
Rough is Slow,

"MOUT" in an acronym for Military Operations in Urban Terrain, the first two lines are a maxim of the trade, the others are mine.

Another source (if I'm interpreting the game correctly) is A. Bertram Chandler's "Liberty Hall" welcome which comes in several degrees of freedom(g):

minimum version:

This is Liberty Hall:
You can spit on the mat
and call the cat a bastard.

near-maximum version:

This is Liberty Hall:
You can spit on the cat
and call the mate a bastard.

[rowens]

I don't have all night to read all this. I'm in a hurry. I was summoned; and soon I'll be gone.

I say there is no Evil. It ain't up to you, I'm afraid, and you will know evil when you see it, or it sees you.


It is the HERMIT and WORLD as ONE at once.

Beyond that, I know nothing.


ad hoc ad libitum