After the last few posts Martin Goldstein has too much irony in his blood and is in rehab. He has also received threats from some of the organizations that he has been posting about and this has resulted in further distress. He is going to lay low for an indefinite period of time. He wished for me to extend his appreciation to his many fans for their ongoing support.
I, Poetry Hammer, will be serving up posts for a while until Martin is better and feels safe to post again.
I will be working with other authors to provide you with continued high quality Design Arguments.
Goldstein wanted me to post this picture of one of the groups that he is working with at his rehab centre. Thank you for your understanding.
Classical Mechanics, Goldstein Solutions, Illness, Irony, Poetry Hammer, Suffering
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Watch Poetry Hammer very closely and you will see him move. Don’t blink! He’s nuts. He’ll do anything to make you believe that he is just an image on your computer screen!
He brings us a poetry fragment. Watch him! Don’t stop watching him.
from So Foolish / Silent Shine
Relate the structure
For the weaver is blind
You know you can’t contain
His mind.
Measures of time
The knots and the nines
Try to define
The design.
Tell me something
I’ve never heard
Open book
Fell out a word.
Entertain me
Inside of the rain
Entertainment
In the rain.
Poetry Hammer, 2009
Family, Nature of time, Poetry, Poetry Hammer, Structure of the Universe
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Your urges are curbed by practices of old,
Your flesh is pink – a cover for the atmosphere inside your heart.
Oh, oh, your flynet no longer works.
Into the surprise I fly like a wide-eyed scream,
I float and I hover and I crash into the woods,
Into the practices of old.
The errors of my fathers fall on me like a pile of wet leaves.
I hop and I creep,
Forward I creep.
Poetry Hammer, September, 2009
Design Argument, Poetry, Poetry Hammer
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