Aquileana’s blog is full of thought provoking posts and always a delight to read. Sometimes I spend hours mulling her writings – especially on my long walks.
Her recent post Aristotle’s ‘Nicomachean Ethics’ and ‘Politics’: ‘On the Concept of Justice‘ birthed the following acrostic:
I sat and listened with great intent
Dusty teachers’ feet, my school
Ever more about this and that abstraction
Alas, evenings drape my drooped shoulders
Search nears, for the morrow beckons
****** Copyright @ Eric Alagan, 2014 ******
Learning is most important to living. . .
You’re right, Anne
I too believe that one who’s cup overflows is one who has stopped living. This applies not only to learning but also to many human endeavours, I reckon.
Peace and blessings,
During childhood, learning was a bore of a chore, for sure!
That’s true – people have an inner curiosity and love to learn. But learning, as practised in all societies – is so structured that it becomes a bore.
Thank you, Eva dear, and have a good day,
You, too, Eric
Often we set out to learn from what we gather as respectful and knowledgeable teachers. Not surprisingly, sometimes we end up with more doubts – who sets and determines justice : justice as meted out by the politically empowered or justice in its own essence of our understanding of equality and balance for both parties.
To me, your poem captures the unanswered quest – in all its weariness. Thank you for this great sharing.
Hello Jasey dearest,
Justice, an alluring idea
Ever brimming with hope
Shades of human justice
Tells another tale
JEST – is that what human justice is?
Not sure of the thought, my thoughts, Eric, maybe too much thinking for the weekend, though on reading your poem, learning the theories behind such concepts as justice, and ethics (I’ll leave politics out at the moment), I’ll agree it is dry in nature, except, until when discovering the connections, in such different ways it links many more avenues to something more tangible.
I went and read Aquileana’s post, and came I ponder how, or why does politics do some unusual things to justice today from where it finds its origins, a weight which often seems slanted today. There is also much that is culturally unjust in justice today
Sometimes today’s justice can become but a grinder as to whose pockets drag deeper with coin in payment to court justice, where, and while cities ride hard the four legs to its tethered beast of burden, the land.
peace, and good time, Sean
Hello Sean and oh my, you’ve really given this some thought. You’ve treated me well with this and I appreciate it 🙂
Man’s justice is buffeted by many competing forces that tears it asunder. As you rightly pointed out, one obvious drawback is – how deep is one’s pockets.
Peace and blessings,
Wonderful poem. I like that it isn’t an obvious acrostic (it has depth beyond that.) Evenings drape my drooped shoulders – beautifully worded. The quest for knowledge can be weighty, indeed.
Hello Janna dear,
Thank you for your kind words.
One walks away with unanswered questions, or too much on the shoulders, to mull – you’re right, it can get weighty.
Hope you’re having a chocolate filled weekend – and someone dusts off that shelf and leaves it nice and clear 🙂
Reading first your poem, then the inspiration, then your poem again. Wonderfully conceptualized. Always you bring your thoughts clearly through with a few words.
You do me honour, Val dear
I’m sure Aquileana welcomed your visit. I’ve been reading her posts for quite some time now.
I’m frugal with words because most of my readers here are like you – very intelligent – and all they need is just a hint. Moreover, I get to save on words and time 🙂
She does write well. I enjoy her blogs very much
And yours is beautiful poetry
Hello there, Onyango, my friend
Yes, that she does and I bow to your praise. It’s always good to keep eyes to the ground lest the demon of pride seeks to crown one.
I read the poem through at least 3 times, every time getting more out of it.
Oh, Connie my dear,
My words are akin to raw land. Many with Talents, sow and reap wondrous Gifts. I’m honoured to remain, the raw land.
Thank you for this succinct poem and for the link and introduction to Aquileana’s blog. I visited and read with great interest. I came away and reread your poem. It masterfully summarizes how I often feel – and yet it is a GOOD feeling isn’t it?
I guessed that you’ll find Aquileana’s blog a treat. She is profound – as you are.
Yes, it is a good feeling and yes, with every morning – Truth barrels down, inexorable and certain. In time, I would have found The Dusty Feet – and make them my abode.
All peace and good thoughts,
Dusty feet…knowledge tempered with wisdom, learned through life.
Well done for your words my lovely buddy. Thank you also for the link to Aquileana’s blog, which I am now following.
Big hugs to you.
To come back on an earlier post of yours and our comments; to write a novel takes courage and you have that in spades…courage for life, love and writing….go Eric. Xxx
Aha, my dear dear buddy Jane,
I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, that this will resonate for you 🙂 You’re so connected to energies of people. You’ll definitely enjoy reading Aquileana’s blog and I’m happy to connect you both.
I enjoy your hugz too 🙂
P/s Novel writing – well, people are mostly generous and that helps plenty.
Ah my special buddy, the generosity flows back to you in a loving circle from all that comes from you. Xxx
‘..evenings drape my drooped shoulders…’ – beautiful! 🙂
Thank you, Eliz,
Happy that these words struck a chord. My regular readers, such as your goodself, know that I love to layer meaning after meaning within my words.
Great poem Eric and thanks for linking to Aquileana’s interesting post as background.
Hello Georgia dear,
I think I’ve seen you around Aquileana’s blog – she is great.
Thank you for your compliment,
Love Aquileana’s blog…my problem is as always having time to just sit back and read posts, but hers are fantastic!
Study is a lifetime occupation, and most knowledge is learned outside of the schoolhouse
That’s a reality, Ian
We live for as long as we continue to learn
We cease to exist, when we stop learning
All good wishes for the weekend,
Hello dear Eric,
Thanks for linking this post to mine…
Your poem is really eloquent… “Dusty teachers´ feet, evenings that drape your dropped shoulders”… You described in a minimalist way the feelings every student have at least once had…
In my opinion, philosophy is too abstract in order to vacantly talk about it..Unless you are truly interested it could be stodgy.
Best regards, Aquileana 😛
It’s my pleasure to share your writing, which are always well researched.
As you can tell, Aquileana dear, it touches many students.
Here, you’ll find many lovely and learned students keeping this student, Eric, company.
Keep sharing, please,
article is quite interesting and hopefully true happiness rays began to warm the hearts of us all, when we can share it with sincerity. Greetings from Gede Prama 🙂
Nourishes the body
Food given with love
Nourishes the soul as well