ShadyOne's Escaped Poetry

קראתי ב"בהארץ" משהו שסייד קשוע כתב מניו-יורק. וחשבתי לי מחשבות. ולמרות שבעיתון "הארץ" לא אוהבים את זה , הטרנספר הזוחל של ביבי מצליח. בלי שאף, אחד מרגיש השטחים מתרוקנים מיושביהם, עזה מתרוקנת מיושביה, וגם ערביי ישראל, אחד אחרי השני, מחפשים מקום אחר, שבו יש להם עתיד. והיהודים? בלבם פנימה הם חושדים במה שקורה כאן. חושדים ומקווים כיצד יקרה שבספרי ההיסטוריה תתואר התקופה 1948-2048 כתקופת ההתנחלות המחודשת. עידן התקומה של מדינת ישראל. זו שיהיה לה מקום של כבוד בספרי ההיסטוריה כמגינת המערב אל מול החליפות הערבית המתחדשת. בנימין נתניהו ייזכר על ידי נכדי-נכדינו כאב המייסד השני, אחרי דוד בן גוריון. אם תרצו, אין זו אגדה. והשאלה היחידה שצריך יהיה עוד לשאול - האם אחרי הקרבות בין האימפריה הערבית, של אותו עולם ערבי המתנער מימי-הביניים שלו, לבין העולם הנוצרי שקצת נס ליחו, לבין העולם הסיני שחשב שזה כבר אצלו בידיים, האם יישאר לה, למדינה שלנו, מקום וסיכוי? והאם גם אז כולם, אבל כולם, ישנאו אותנו?

Procression = procrastination and depression. That ongoing procratstination of something you must do, you know you will not enjoy doing. Having done that, you are overflowed with Happination, that combination of happiness that comes at the end of Procrastination, when life is objectively improved, and that act you postponed so heartily seems so small and easy to have performed. Example: I knew I had to take my car to the car electrician, so that he may find out why it does not start anymore. I knew that at the end of it all, I'd be overwhelmed with Happination. But for now, I could not help but obsess. Is it the battery ? I wondered. Is it something much more difficult to fix ? I shuddered. I had to get over this wave of Procression. "Just one more post", I thought to myself. Then I'll shower. Then I'll find someone to help me start the car with cables, and then - then I'll call the car electrician and see if I can come to him today!

Jealouration = when one feels jealousy and admiration, at the same time. Tale depicting the feeling : I Just saw my neighours cars parked near their house. They are a beautiful couple. A local brangelina , if you would like. She was in a business trip at another country for the last 3 weeks. He picked her up at the airport this morning. Now the shades are down in their house. Can you imagine what they might be doing in there ? I could. And a strong tinge of Jealouration passed through me. It is not uncommon to feel sad after a wave of Jealouration passes through one. After all, we all know that the meek do not inherit this earth.

Hopeair = the combination of despair and hope. Example: As I was looking at the traffic my principled political blog was bringing I felt despair. Nothing I was writing was penetrating the heads of the thick-headed ones who actualy reached my blog, those damn few ! And yet, among the clouds of despair, hope sent her rays of self-persuasion. Tomorrow is another day , wouldn't you say ?

Empaticism = when Skepticism and Empathy meet. Usually a short-lived moment when one needs to decide whether he believes a far-fetched tale, of the type one has told himself in the past.   Demonstrating story: As my friend was telling me about his faith, I couldn't decide which side of my empaticism was winning. On one side, I was rather skeptic about the truthfullness of his tale. On the other side, I remembered the times I felt just like him, and wished that it would be true. 

Nostromia=nostalgia of a gastronomic nature. That sudden and somewhat unexplained urge to eat something one has eaten in the past. Example: as I was driving back home, after bringing my child to his kindergarten, I found myself suddenly wishing to eat a nice Middle Eastern Taco. It was quite early in the morning and there was no external logical incentive for this nostromia. Maybe it was this flu I was suffering from, that caused my immune system to broadcast a "we need protein and fats, quick! on double !" to my aware mind ? or was it the non-stopping rain that caused me to wish for a quick meal that makes one warm and fuzzy ? One way or another, this wave of Nostromia was too strong for me, and I found myself driving around, seeking a place to satisfy my nostromia. Sadly, I did not find one, and headed home.  Having a morning ruled by an unsatisfied nostromia is no fun. Happily, now it is noon, restaurants and fast food places are opened, and here I go ! This image...

The final stages of projects can be really dull. Pareto's rule, the law of the vital few , can be a good explanation. After all, most of the job has already been done, and now we come near the finishing touches. As exciting as they may be, in long term projects, most of the excitement has already been used, and it is hard to regain that "here comes the end!" feeling for the hundredth time. This intro probably explains how I found myself, while verifying a  punctuation  rule regarding English comma s,  enchanted by the way some grammatical examples could also shed a light on literary techniques. The objective - depict a father eating a muffin . The possibilities (to be shortly demonstrated, quoted with slight variations from Wikipedia ) are endless: Once upon a time, my father ate a muffin. My father ate the muffin, damn! My father, if you don’t mind me telling you this, ate the muffin. Sad and bitter, my father ate the muffin. My father, his eyes flashin...