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"Jesus and the Condominium," by Hans Ostrom
Somewhere in the United States, someone
is trying to sell Jesus a share
in a condominium-scheme. Christ
is told He may vacation anywhere
in the world using a complicated
point-system. First He must pay
a lot of money to participate
in the point-system. Did
a counterpart to the verb, "to vacation,"
exist in Aramaic? Jesus is trying
to remember. He thinks it's a miracle
that people fall
for such scams. Christ notes
that sales-eyes are not on the sparrow,
and sales-affections lie not
with the poor. After he says
"No" the seventh time, he adds,
"I live in Heaven for free
and come here to Hell only
on business.Therefore this package
is not for me."
hans ostrom 2014
"Opinions," by Hans Ostrom
Opinions, the styrofoam peanuts
of human discourse, proliferate;
are almost weightless; annoy
so much they wither us. The more
opinions most people hear or read,
well, the more they think they
should cultivate their own. A few
respond another way. They constrain
their points of view, refuse to argue,
wait for evidence but rarely
trust it. They're just fine with
saying "I don't know." Terrifying words.
Sometimes I place the word "opinion"
next to the word "onion." It is fun
to look at them side by side. Always
I prefer "onion" to "opinion."
hans ostrom 2014
of human discourse, proliferate;
are almost weightless; annoy
so much they wither us. The more
opinions most people hear or read,
well, the more they think they
should cultivate their own. A few
respond another way. They constrain
their points of view, refuse to argue,
wait for evidence but rarely
trust it. They're just fine with
saying "I don't know." Terrifying words.
Sometimes I place the word "opinion"
next to the word "onion." It is fun
to look at them side by side. Always
I prefer "onion" to "opinion."
hans ostrom 2014
"Out Fairly Far," by Hans Ostrom
We're fairly far out now, well
past the harbor. We float on darkness,
look back to diminished city lights.
Stars gain candle-power. The sea
makes more sounds than we can
listen to. None of us knows
why we're out here, not really.
All of us fell short of
our dreams for ourselves. The
dramas of our lives are small
but exhaust us still. There is no
captain. We take turns at the helm.
hans ostrom 2014
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Romanticism: Poems
Youtube playlist of poems by Beddoes, Blake, Burns, Byron, Coleridge, Emerson, Goethe, Heine, Hunt, Keats, Longfellow, Poe, Shelley, Wordsworth.
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