A Cosmonomic Alien (CG59)

 

Cosmonomic Glimpse (59)

from a Viewpoint of Liberty

From my very birth,

which was among the ruins of 1945 in Jena, Germany,

it appeared obviously clear what I was to be,

and what, of course, should I realize not until many decades:

I have been a Cosmonomic Alien on Earth

whereas I have seen so many lights and plenty of shades.

 

It started by a little episode,

when a Red Army Russian soldier was on a road

behind my mother with me in the pram as baby child.

She was a bit scared, but the soldier was polite.

As he passed by he looked down at me and smiled:

“Is it yours, so brightly blond, almost white?”

My mother nodded and said “yes” rather proudly,

so he got further and admired me with a “Congratulation!” loudly.

Meanwhile I am rather old,

my hair is really white.

Long ago that this little story has been told,

I've never forgotten it as an example of humanity

despite the world's everlasting cruelty and small-minded insanity.

So I do differ from the masses and their hypocrisy,

instead I've developed the thinking of Cosmonomy

which sometimes makes me truly feeling

like a Cosmonomic alien on Earth

… looking back to my very early birth.

My Life

 

                                        

                                        Daniel Dragomirescu, Bucharest, Romania

 

 

                                                 My life is like anyone´s life:

                                                 happening or waiting to

                                                 happen or not happening...

                                                 inevitable entropy… like

                                                 Marlon Brando said on

                                                 his deathbed:

                                                ¨What was that?¨

                                                 Don´t look now

                                                 but your life just happened.

                                                Viața mea este ca oricare alta:

                                                întâmplare ori aşteptând

                                                să se întâmple or să nu se întâmple...

                                                inevitabilă entropie... precum

                                                Marlon Brando a spus

                                                pe patul de moarte:

                                               "Ce a fost ce?"

                                                Nu privi acum

                                                dar viaţa ta tocmai se întâmplă.

                                                   (Daniel Dragomirescu)

 

 

 

Blood Is Dripping From Many Hights

 

Blood is dripping

from many hights,

furious rage is sinking

into all sites

of the world,

money is stinking.

Media are chiming the masses in line:

“Putin, you swine!”

Truth is sameness

but glorious the rotten own business!

 

 

 

Your Identity?

 

Sleeping deep in complete darkness,

in total quietness of a warm and safe housing

in surroundings of high technical and cultural standards,

of good infrastructure,

living in peace,

softly awaking at daybreak,

enjoying your tasty breakfast

and starting your daily work in profession,

staying in harmony with nature,

preferring open-mindedness

among friendly people, friends and beloved ones,

not forgetting the poor and suffering humans, so many of them:

This, dear fellow contemporaries, is an idea of heaven,

of reality in the “Here and Now”.

And you?

Do you value reality, do you favor humanity?

What about your identity?

 

 

 

Imagine this

 

Imagine this:

I call you “friends”

though I don't know you,

I don't know your names

nor where you're living

in which circumstances.

The essential criterion for you

may be

your repeated returning to my website

where I can't be sure

whether you are friendly or even

the spy of any security service.

So actually you are deciding

in your brain, in your heart,

who you are. You know?

Because my status is transparent

to every reader from all about the globe.

I enjoy with you your freedom and peace,

your enlightened life without violence, without poverty,

and I am suffering with you

from your dependence on ideology and tyranny,

from your hunger, your tortures and pains,

from your exploitation, your longing for

liberty equality and humanity.

I do assure you:

Humanity is my goal,

no fakes, no freaks, no disinformation

because I'm feeling obliged

to intelligent humans

who have the sense of dignity and empathy

which Cosmonomy is standing for.

So stay tuned

and, if possible,

tell it to your distinguished fellow-humans.

Never wait for Godot

 

By Daniel Dragomirescu, Bucharest, Romania

“Dedicated to a Cosmonomic World”

Never wait for Godot in Beckett's drama

As Estragon & Vladimir.

Never think the Evil will fall down by itself.

Or by mercy of a providential man.

The providential man doesn't exist.

Never let down your arms,

Never say goodbye to this world

Before this world is to say goodbye to you.

Godot has been a pure yarn-spinning tale

Since millions of years

for hungry men without arms.

A Real Cosmonomer (ARC)

 

If you know (not many do so) that logic is relevant

and causality is meaning reality,

you will become lonesome even when you are living

in a vivid city with millions of inhabitants,

because the masses do not want to know.

It is easier to believe in stories, particular in fakes

than to learn about real facts

and to deal with them responsibly.

It is more simple and comfortable to listen

permanently to preachers and demagogues,

multiplied by depending media,

than to explore and think on your own.

Of course, one should have learned this before,

but there are mighty religions and ideologies

that keep even the youngest ones away from learning

teaching them fairy-tale wisdom and pure lies

forbidding anyone that humane

– dangerous for the propagandists –

free thinking.

So the betrayed ones are not guilty, anyway!

They may live with best intentions

but he whole world is suffering from these ideologies

stepping from one war into another,

dying because of poverty and from starvation all around

whereas the story tellers and their opportune fellows

are celebrating their profits.

You, as a free humane human, are stirring up

these scenarios, but I needn't tell you,

because you know already

and – hopefully – are prepared

for your life in self-determination

staying upright and honest, friendly and liberal,

being true to yourself always as

A Real Cosmonomer (ARC).

© Raymond Walden (ARC)

If you feel like “A Real Cosmonomer”, you may use this acronym ARC as well.

 

 

Let Home be our Life

On a free land,

in clean fresh air,

upon clear waters,

under an open and wide sky,

clarified against the fashionable,

distant to nerd behavior,

away from any religion,

denying any ideology,

so I built home,*

admiring nature,

valuing humanity,

open to the arts,

substantiating peace and empathy,

taking sides against war,

tearing up enemy images,

cultivating emancipated individualism,

demonstrating upright backbone,

yearning for love and giving it,

not keeping silent even in silence.

None of rhapsodizing,

but implementation,

manifestation

in everyday life,

and while celebrating festivities.

Let home be our life.

* There is no equivalent word in the English language for the German term of “Heimat”.

Various Identities

Mistaken Identity (2004)

By John Tischer (Mexico/USA)

My parents mistook me for someone 

and gave me a name.

That confused me for a long time.

I never had the heart to tell them

I wasn’t who they thought I was.

At least, I was smart enough

not to pretend I was that person,

not that I ever found out

who I was.

Courtesy of the poet

Experienced Identity

By Raymond Walden

My parents already were mistaken by their parents

who were mistaken by their contemporary society

as we all will be mistaken right now and in future.

So my name is of less importance,

but once named in this way by my parents' pleasure

I like it to be identified undoubtedly by my name.

But who am I? Do I know?

Yes, I also had to pretend ever and ever again

to avoid personal disadvantage and even punishment.

But since my younger lifetime I have always been debunking

superstition, esoterism and religion as well as political betraying.

So, in some respect, I know who I am.

And so I created the Cosmonomic Manifesto

which is my stand point in this world, in this mankind.

And I feel strong enough for this confession.

Nevertheless, this is also for sure:

As a human I am not free from error.

Because of being a human,

I am ready to correct my errors, if they are proven to be such ones.

Yes, I have, to some extent, found out

who I was earlier and who I am now.

And this is a rather satisfying experience!

Love for Peace

Haris Adhikari (Nepal)

I am

in love with Peace!

but she’s not in love with me.

Who else or what else

is not?

This culture of

camouflage that I’m part of,

I detest it.

This part of the world that did not listen to me,

that I did not listen to.

These hollow

cores of culture, fruits of maladies.

Ring of pollution. Depletion of

moral layers.

Is it the decadence of

religions? Masquerades

of terrorism? Dramatizations

of dirty politics? Abductions of

Truth and Love?

Or this

Villain Time … This Villain Time

that is mad for Power—Power of Victory—

so mad

that it forcibly corners

and then

commits a brutal rape of Innocence—if it doesn’t get

what it wants …

Or is it

the Providence of Divine Grace?

The Providence that just

looks on (enjoying?)

the agonies and cries

of so many poor beings …

like me.

Courtesy of the poet.

Haris Adhikari can be reached at:

harisadhikari@gmail.com