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Miscellany by Saloni Kaul

Atop the hill old trees gaunt in a clump
All stand on guard eternal like a sage,
On the alert like batsman suave protects his stump
Staying on is life though runs get him to the front page.
Strewn generously along the pathways wild
Are all the tempting delectations that us all intrigue,
Whilst thought and wisdom of the highest league
Lures like dramatically layered mosaic well-tiled.
How like the wild imagination does
This tall top line to realms beyond extend !
Entirely flat disregarded by the general buzz ,
Could all this something strenuously strange portend ?
Immersed in meditation, sagelike old trees stay on duty
And the wayward beholder pays the price of beauty.

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Carl G. Jung: Evolution Toward the Higher Self by Rene Wadlow

Carl Gustav Jung (26 July 1875 – 6 June 1961), the Swiss psychiatrist, was the founder of an important current of psychoanalysis which he called “analytical psychology”. Jung’s contribution to a deeper understanding of Taoist thought is stressed in an earlier essay. He provides means for deciphering individual behavior but also challenges facing the wider society. His ideas have had an influence on other disciplines such as religious studies and literary analysis.

jung01_400(For more about Carl G. Jung’s life read: Carl G. Jung: The Integration of Opposites by Rene Wadlow)

Jung developed his insights at a particular time in history, a time of reconstruction and searching after the 1914-1918 war and the time that saw the rise of Hitler and the start of the 1939-1945 war. After the Second World War, he largely revised some of his earlier writings and turned his attention to Chinese and Indian philosophy. He recorded his life experiences which were then edited by his long-time secretary Amiela Jaffé as Memories, Dreams, Refections published after his 1961 death. She later wrote her own appreciation Amiela Jaffé. From the Life and Work of C.G. Jung (1972)

Much of his writings were based on intuition. He recognized the importance of gender issues, of nationalism, and the power of religious motivations in an apparently irreligious epoch. Much of his influence is not so much his conclusions as his intuitions about directions to explore. There are similarities between Jung and the more recent writings of Abraham Maslow whose psychology is based on the idea that there are “higher reaches of human nature.” Both men were more interested in the sense of affirmation rather than neurosis.

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Summer Breeze by Nikos Laios

I dream of blue,
Blue Skies
And blue oceans,
Azure waters
Lapping desolate
Island shores.

reflections_400I dream of spring
And green grass
On sloping hills
And cliffs shimmering
With colourful flowers
Bending in the breeze
Dipping into the sea.

I dream of the heat
Of long summers,
And the hot sand
And white-cubed
Houses dazzling
In the sunlight,
And the clanging masts
Of yachts moored
In the bays and beaches
Of Cycladic isles.

I dream of the sounds
Of Greek music in tavernas
Floating over the aroma
Of fresh seafood and salads
And crusty bread,
And the smiling tanned faces
Clapping hands and clinking
Glasses of ouzo to
Dancing feet.

I dream of the lyrical
Halcyon summer days
Of my past and yearn
For those yet to come,
And treasure memories
Of happy days kept
In the storehouse
Of my soul that
Sustains me
In my dark days.

I dream of the
Memories of love
And passion
On summer days
When we held each
Other tenderly,
With the sound
Of the ocean
And the chirping birds
Floating in through
An open window
In the morning light,
With the fragrant
Aroma of flowers
Hanging in the breeze;
And I smile at the
Thought of the bright
Tomorrows yet to come.

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios

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John Doe Smith by Bohdan Yuri

Last night john doe was zipped,
and lifted in his black plastic bag,
the frozen stiff was finally moving
to a new location on the other side.

everyone that passed his tired spot
had recognized his shadowed slot,
reclining, on a cardboard carpet,
adrift in twilight’s senseless ride;

and on those frenzied crowded days
when indifference stepped over his face,
just a slight hitch in a pedestrian parade,
for those born into busy escapades.

the next day’s music strained its play,
a cold-shoulder tune arranged to forsake,
heads turned looking for some traces
that filled some empty ghostly spaces.

their discomfort was a taxing notion,
complete, with an uncaring notation,
explained, as just some torn out pages,
indeed, how easy to fill their ego stages;

a real memory to replay, probably not,
what’s the sense in caring delusions,
besides, what’s his name was finally
gone…, why bother to remember

john doe  — smith was his last name.

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AntySaurus Prick 918 by Thanos Kalamidas

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Balancing on Brexit tightrope by Thanos Kalamidas

If London mayorship and a term at the foreign office can be a blue print for what is coming then British people will really miss “strong and stable” Theresa May.

Boris Johnson, the new British Prime Minister, a well-known populist and internationally diplomat goofy while a huge question mark. Nobody really knows what Boris, the Prime Minister, will bring into Downing Street and nobody knows how strong and especially how stable his prime-ministry will be. Still, he is the Brexiteers last hope.

boris001_400_01Boris Johnson, in spite of former PR performances while London’s mayor, is literally balancing on a tightrope and this has not only to do with the deadlock situation in the negotiations with EU but mainly with the things the former foreign secretary has promised in the past, he has said in the past and has often confusingly radically change the last three years.

His latest promise and most likely the one that elected him to the prime minister’s seat is that Brexit will end by the end of October with or without an agreement. Pointing that he means an agreement he likes not the one May compromised with. While giving this promise willingly or not, Boris Johnson voluntarily put a possible expiring day to his prime-ministry.

Despite all the problems Britain is facing at the moment, Boris was elected by the conservative party to end Brexit as soon as possible with the less possible damage for the British interests. Period. The rest of the problems are postponed for after Brexit which shows how little the Tories understand the situation and how little they comprehend the vice-versa relationship between the general economic situation and the outcome of a no-deal Brexit. Actually it is the general financial situation that makes a no-deal Brexit nightmarish difficult.

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After coming out after a long depression by Abigail George

I wanted to say this. Just because we don’t talk

    all the time on the telephone or haven’t
    seen each other in years doesn’t mean I
    don’t thank God for you in my life. For
    distributing my work among your cool friends.
It doesn’t mean I don’t pray for your life
depres01_400    Everyday. You’re faith. You’re faith. You’re
faith to me. You mean something to me.
You’ve given my life a novel meaning. I
write with purpose now. Because of you.
Because of you, my friend. My beloved friend.
Sometimes I think of you, faraway, knee-
deep in your work. Loving a small child.
You’ve been good to me. I want you to
know that. That I’ve never forgotten your

kindness. In the open air I’m reminded
the rituals that you follow as a sangoma, and of course
your writing rituals. Nature reminds me of
you, your work. The images of ochre, earth
and divine water spilling into the air. You
don’t know about the times I was a wreck
in despair. A wreck in freaking-hardship.
You don’t know when I’ve been at my worst.
Perhaps you only see the phenomenal-me.
The me that doesn’t seem to get hurt by
anything. For me everyone is phenomenal
at something in their life. Smart at something. You
gave me something I’ve never forgotten.
Life. Freedom. I met this Catholic nun at
Tara. She was in her eighties. There for the
same reason I was. She was depressed.

Her brother was the curator of a museum
in Germany. She still had the German-
accent after living for most of her adult
life in South Africa. After supper at 5 o’
clock we would go for a long walk. You’re
like that nun to me. She (like you) gave
me a new lease on life. She taught me
how to live again after coming out of another
long depression. Now, I rinse the grains of
rice clear. So focused on what I am doing
and I wonder if you perhaps are doing
the same thing. I rinse the rice under the
cold-water tap, and I want to tell you this (but

you’re so far away). That you’re an amazing
poet and that you your life inspires me.

After coming out after a long depression
(for the South African poet Cwayita Hlohloza)

I wanted to say this. Just because we don’t talk

all the time on the telephone or haven’t
seen each other in years doesn’t mean I
don’t thank God for you in my life. For
distributing my work among your cool friends.
It doesn’t mean I don’t pray for your life
Everyday. You’re faith. You’re faith. You’re
faith to me. You mean something to me.
You’ve given my life a novel meaning. I
write with purpose now. Because of you.
Because of you, my friend. My beloved friend.
Sometimes I think of you, faraway, knee-
deep in your work. Loving a small child.
You’ve been good to me. I want you to
know that. That I’ve never forgotten your

kindness. In the open air I’m reminded
the rituals that you follow as a sangoma, and of course
your writing rituals. Nature reminds me of
you, your work. The images of ochre, earth
and divine water spilling into the air. You
don’t know about the times I was a wreck
in despair. A wreck in freaking-hardship.
You don’t know when I’ve been at my worst.
Perhaps you only see the phenomenal-me.
The me that doesn’t seem to get hurt by
anything. For me everyone is phenomenal
at something in their life. Smart at something. You
gave me something I’ve never forgotten.
Life. Freedom. I met this Catholic nun at
Tara. She was in her eighties. There for the
same reason I was. She was depressed.

Her brother was the curator of a museum
in Germany. She still had the German-
accent after living for most of her adult
life in South Africa. After supper at 5 o’
clock we would go for a long walk. You’re
like that nun to me. She (like you) gave
me a new lease on life. She taught me
how to live again after coming out of another
long depression. Now, I rinse the grains of
rice clear. So focused on what I am doing
and I wonder if you perhaps are doing
the same thing. I rinse the rice under the
cold-water tap, and I want to tell you this (but

you’re so far away). That you’re an amazing
poet and that you your life inspires me.

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Abigail George has two books in the Ovi Bookshelves,
“All about my mother” & “Brother Wolf and Sister Wren”
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