In an electronic world is one permitted to muse upon the future of expressions such as ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’? Today, can we say, ‘the (computer) key is mightier than the sword? Or, more appropriately, the ‘chip is mightier than the missile’? Then too, with the integration of computers/electronics and warheads/missiles does a comparison exist? After all neither one can be mightier than the other when they are, in fact, the same. Or, should we, in musing, revert to what the expression originally meant, ‘that an idea expressed in words can effect more change faster and sooner and with further reaching implications than a single, short, swift death’?
From a place called Leeds Street
You can see the ocean
Behind an institute of technology
That spawned engineers and builders
The kind that mauled the hillsides with roads
And marshalled the trees
Into soldierly rows
Gouging out in a mere two centuries
What Nature had husbanded
Soil on rock, soil on soil, layer upon layer
Too thin a soil belt to hold a redwood tree
It bravely sustained pines and hemlock,
Birch, maple, elm and cedar
Too few to people the hills with now
They have become mere street names.
Cape Bretonese! The article below has been recovered from an old copy circa 2002 of The Chronicle-Herald, the renowned daily newspaper that has delivered news of the world, Canada and Nova Scotia to the people of the province since 1875. I am proud to say that I worked there as an advertising copywriter from 1994 to 2003.
It is now several years since I left the Herald – as I moved to the Kingdom of Bahrain – but I still feel that I belong to that great community known affectionately as the Herald Family. In addition, as any Bluenose Nova Scotian will tell you, once you become a Nova Scotian you’ll always be a Nova Scotian no matter where you go… or as they like to say “you can take the Nova Scotian out of Nova Scotia, but you can’t … (take Nova Scotia out of the Nova Scotian)”.
I dedicate this section of the blog to the memory of that most beautiful part of the world where the friendly warmth of the people can dispel even the coldest winter day.
A bunch of lupines, bending in the sun
Holding their sides and laughing just for fun
Too hysterical from giggling at Life and Lunacy
To stop and share their little joke with me.
A crowd of lupines, gathered in a field
Gossiping in knots of purple, pink and green
Smiling at the clouds, chatting on their knees
Unmindful of the weather and the sudden chilling breeze.
“Hello,” he said, “I’m Amar.”
“Hello. I’m alone.”
Amar laughed. “Do you always have these opening lines?”
“Not always. I never do anything always. But then I don’t always say never to anything, so perhaps I do.”
“What a complicated person you are,” said Amar.
“Do you always make snap judgements?”
And that was how we met.
This is a place where I hope to publish some of my writings as well as contributions from visitors like you! Naturally, I will decide what should appear and may edit and adjust your works as I see fit. Please send in whatever genre you’d like: from prose and essays to stories – both factual and fictional, from verse that rhymes or flows wherever your muse takes you to funny tales. All I ask is that you remember that this is a general site and no adult piece should appear here. Thank you. All genres welcome – poetry, prose, prose poems, stories, dramatic pieces, essays up to 1500 words are welcome. Just remember this is a general viewer site. If I deem a piece of writing unsuitable it will not be published.
I had a fractured sleep last night
No splints or plasters
Could knit it together
Thereafter the pain of it
Has left me yawning … all morning
I’m an owl not a lark
As the day proceeds
I can feel my body’s rhythms
As they pick up speed