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Poem huddled
between two strings of html.I used to be a typesetter
in the days before there was
desktop publishing.I was apprenticed
to printers who had worked
hot type but I ended up
working for a company
using the new fangled
cold typeStill, if you wanted
to see something in actual
fonts, you couldn’t just
do that at home, well
you could use stencils
or practice calligraphy,
but it’s not the same.* * *
When I read printed type
informing me of crimes
against the planet,
hatred arises!There is nothing at all
wrong with that.Images also arise
of mean faces and
arrogant gestures,
of giant granite towers
blocking the wayFear arises,
and great apprehension,
looming as it
arises.Well you get the picture.
What appear to be negative
phenomena, they arise.And I believe in love!
And compassion!
Oy vey!I do not wish
to make light of this,
of course.Everything in the mind
arises from the mind.
The obstacles as well.There is nothing
wrong with that.We create these obstacles
in order to strongly avoid
becoming that which
causes hatred and pain
to arise
in the mind.