Dear Robert, I hope this note finds you well. As I have been late on writing by snail, I thought I send you a poem or two. Or three. Have you heard of Christian Morgenstern, who lived from 1871 till 1914? Here we go:
The Pike Converted by St. Anthony a pike and all his family embraced with moralistic zeal the vegetarian ideal.
Henceforth the pike would only eat sea grass, sea roses, and sea wheat. But wheat, grass, rose did reappear abominably from his rear.
The pond turned wholly poisonous. Five hundred fishes perished thus. But Anthony, called in distress, said nothing but, "God bless! God bless!"
The Seagulls The seagulls by their looks suggest that Emma is their name; they wear a white and fluffy vest and are the hunter's game.
I never shoot a seagull dead; their life I do not take. I like to feed them gingerbread and bits of raisin cake.
O human, you will never fly the way the seagulls do; but if your name is Emma, why, be glad they look like you.
THE WEREWOLF A Werewolf, troubled by his name, Left wife and brood one night and came To a hidden graveyard to enlist The aid of a long-dead philologist.
"Oh sage, wake up, please don't berate me," He howled sadly, "Just conjugate me." The seer arose a bit unsteady Yawned twice, wheezed once, and then was ready.
"Well, `Werewolf' is your plural past, While `Waswolf' is singularly cast: There's `Amwolf' too, the present tense, And `Iswolf,' `Arewolf' in this same sense."
"I know that--I'm no mental cripple-- The future form and participle Are what I crave," the beast replied. The scholar paused--again he tried:
"A `Will-be-wolf?' It's just too long: `Shall-be-wolf?' `Has-been-wolf?' Utterly wrong! Such words are wounds beyond all suture-- I'm sorry, but you have no future."
The Werewolf knew better--his sons still slept At home, and homewards now he crept, Happy, humble, without apology For such folly of philology.
hey PrincessBeans hes doing very good he wanted to let you know hes doing well married and doing good. he did say he doesnt remember a billy but glad youre doing well
Robert, Of course, I am reading this. Gaining a Bishop's attention is no small feat. Pope Francis has called Life without Parole the 'Secret Death Penalty.' Prisoners call it Death by Arterial Sclerosis. In some ways, you could say it is an anachronism, something done in the wrong time. The days of casting a person into a deep dark dungeon of the castle, hidden from the eyes of the privileged, for a slow and agonizing death, is centuries past. Shackle-bound, starved and denied the sunlight describes segregated housing so well. The idea that people commit crimes with minds not yet mature, or minds twisted by the abuse of an adult world of perversions and the twisted self-pleasure of adults caring for them, in a real way explains how heinous crimes are committed by the young. After decades of conditioning and the psychological torture of incarceration, is this the same person who committed the original crime? What steps did society take to reform and rehabilitate that offender? I agree with you 100 percent that education is how God opens the door to what can be. Now families of victims will not agree with me. And I recognize punishment is necessary for the protection of society. But isn't there some middle ground where a second chance offers the offender the opportunity to demonstrate mental, emotional, and spiritual change? Education is a door to a new life whether inside or out. Lifelong education is the new standard by which humans stay relevant for their entire life. Many people stand with you saying such change is real and can be recognized within the system. My prayers are that people listen in this incarceration nation. Respects, John
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I hope this note finds you well. As I have been late on writing by snail, I thought I send you a poem or two. Or three. Have you heard of Christian Morgenstern, who lived from 1871 till 1914? Here we go:
The Pike
Converted by St. Anthony
a pike and all his family
embraced with moralistic zeal
the vegetarian ideal.
Henceforth the pike would only eat
sea grass, sea roses, and sea wheat.
But wheat, grass, rose did reappear
abominably from his rear.
The pond turned wholly poisonous.
Five hundred fishes perished thus.
But Anthony, called in distress,
said nothing but, "God bless! God bless!"
The Seagulls
The seagulls by their looks suggest
that Emma is their name;
they wear a white and fluffy vest
and are the hunter's game.
I never shoot a seagull dead;
their life I do not take.
I like to feed them gingerbread
and bits of raisin cake.
O human, you will never fly
the way the seagulls do;
but if your name is Emma, why,
be glad they look like you.
THE WEREWOLF
A Werewolf, troubled by his name,
Left wife and brood one night and came
To a hidden graveyard to enlist
The aid of a long-dead philologist.
"Oh sage, wake up, please don't berate me,"
He howled sadly, "Just conjugate me."
The seer arose a bit unsteady
Yawned twice, wheezed once, and then was ready.
"Well, `Werewolf' is your plural past,
While `Waswolf' is singularly cast:
There's `Amwolf' too, the present tense,
And `Iswolf,' `Arewolf' in this same sense."
"I know that--I'm no mental cripple--
The future form and participle
Are what I crave," the beast replied.
The scholar paused--again he tried:
"A `Will-be-wolf?' It's just too long:
`Shall-be-wolf?' `Has-been-wolf?' Utterly wrong!
Such words are wounds beyond all suture--
I'm sorry, but you have no future."
The Werewolf knew better--his sons still slept
At home, and homewards now he crept,
Happy, humble, without apology
For such folly of philology.
Warm greetings, Julia
hes doing very good he wanted to let you know hes doing well married and doing good. he did say he doesnt remember a billy but glad youre doing well
I am typing for my mom, you might remember her, Lollie price, she want to say hi
Robert, Of course, I am reading this. Gaining a Bishop's attention is no small feat. Pope Francis has called Life without Parole the 'Secret Death Penalty.' Prisoners call it Death by Arterial Sclerosis. In some ways, you could say it is an anachronism, something done in the wrong time. The days of casting a person into a deep dark dungeon of the castle, hidden from the eyes of the privileged, for a slow and agonizing death, is centuries past. Shackle-bound, starved and denied the sunlight describes segregated housing so well. The idea that people commit crimes with minds not yet mature, or minds twisted by the abuse of an adult world of perversions and the twisted self-pleasure of adults caring for them, in a real way explains how heinous crimes are committed by the young. After decades of conditioning and the psychological torture of incarceration, is this the same person who committed the original crime? What steps did society take to reform and rehabilitate that offender? I agree with you 100 percent that education is how God opens the door to what can be. Now families of victims will not agree with me. And I recognize punishment is necessary for the protection of society. But isn't there some middle ground where a second chance offers the offender the opportunity to demonstrate mental, emotional, and spiritual change? Education is a door to a new life whether inside or out. Lifelong education is the new standard by which humans stay relevant for their entire life. Many people stand with you saying such change is real and can be recognized within the system. My prayers are that people listen in this incarceration nation. Respects, John