PUBLIC APOLOGY in private

need to slow down

or maybe use my voice in public only for singing

:

What I had wanted to say,
is that I would like to make this a PUBLIC APOLOGY,,,,

then to ask, if I could or should
"CC: the other people who were there,
and your sweet sister
because I'd asked them for help,
no , beseeched their kind intervention.
With special thanks to the luminous Laura~lanu."

WHEN I should have asked her,

"Blessings in all y/our endeavors for all,
for the Good,, , , , ,"
.
shldawouldacouldamightahafta
ifIhad
.
done
.

.

falling off the ray

& then having to dissipate
more
energy

in correcting,

while always having to remember,
that when
traveling at
the speed of light,

what you see is not
what you get,

. .
And the now is then,
as soon as you get it.
got it?
.

worse,

or better
to know that, from the outset,

even before the beginning of the 'start'

that at this rate of movement

approaching the edge of existence
all ways

as we know it,

even the most minuscule error

quickly becomes
tragic

.

ask any driver

after, the accident

.

that's why G()d, Hashem Hagadol

made us so

(in)sensitive

.

so as not to die from pain

of (not) knowing

in real time

as soon as we

could feel
think,
understand
to adapt to
the agony

.
Not in any way to present this as a plea
for the (so-called) "Right to Know"
when It is really a plea for the contrapostive:
The "Right Not to Know"

.

Or , to quote a quote, that has a rather different angle of view
(which means that it opens up, eventuates, in an entirely different,
albeit integrative universe,,,, i.e., if one wants to give the benefit of
the doubt, i.i.e empathic or active listening)
but speaks to my heart and soul,
with all due respect to Marilyn Monroe RIP:
.

"The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge; once we begin to see,
we are doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more, not less."
Arthur Miller Z"L (1915-2005)
,
,
,

dream(ing) on

Error correction, FORGIVENESS, Btzelem Elokim

EGADS!!!
major faux pas: to have sent out a draft
(widely, well, important, submissions)
instead of the 'final version'
of a sensitive poem!
...what embarrassment, exposure,
aborted thought published
misconceptions generated!!!!

iNSTEAD OF THIS ONE (to follow. Post-(re-)checking)
instead
of what
should have been said
stated for quotation, trumpeted.

now dog embarrassed,
just missing the tail
between hind legs,
and if I'd had
a doghouse,
that is where
I would have skulked off to.
Again.

O FOOLISH ERROR
Haste makes trouble
beyond waste
magnified by this Internet

CLICK ADDICTION
Too quick dissemination
of what were private thoughts,
'framblings'(c)
playing w fire

oh me oh my
fooled, once more
by my own
limitation(s)
soooo sorry
though,
no one hurt
but me

NOW HOW
to move along?
what to do,
send it again?
what might be called,
'final version'
-- at this moment

OR MIGHT that just ( !! )
evoke more attention
to my public indiscretion
when perhaps no one had noticed,
(unless machmir or yeshivish,
for whom I would lose even a chance
of any further
consideration)

How could I and why?

Simply put:
An embarrassment of riches,
this thinking poetic,
flow
of poesy
now
,apologies,
feeling, lame,
foolish, heavy

now, o now,
thinking out loud,
about damage control

as if , one could revert memory,
to its pristine state
not back to baseline, more like de-creation,
Hah! once it's been cast into neurophysiology,
synaptic connection, transmitter~receptor
de novo fabrication
{Thank G()d there is more immediate
commercialization, in wireless
connections, before aromatic
mediation on the Net}
Could modulate fast(er) with drugs,
severe trauma or brain surgery,
in that order of effectivity!!!
prior to frank lesion, death.

Or, hope springs eternal: the real cure
is Intense Humor!
true laughter
, from resounding empathetic
belly rolling,
unwhorled from the length
of the gut!

This indeed, does cure sooooo much
the basis of Lasting Love,
Btzelem Elokim
Loving kindness
the kind that age's gracefully.

What we pray for
Rachmanus,
over
Din

Please G()d, May it be so,
Here on Earth.

k. adam