My Humble City

My Humble City
by Alan States

My humble city, so many times you have bent
under the weight of corruption and power plays, burning rivers, empty steel mills
massive layoffs, shuttered factories, renewal projects with jobs only on paper, Baltimore.
Kicked by the steel toe that built you, your teeth have a hopeless feel to their bite.

My immigrant city, is an emigrant neighborhood now;
sprawl, flight, drain, greener grass, fear.
Hunkered down, waiting for the sun to rise, where the sun has set
on such dreams.

My once proud city, your bare bones are creaking,
lost in the shadow of your medical giants, for want of medicine
Pride and prejudice, craving for respect,
from the smoking barrel of a gun.

My poor city, panhandling on the street, in tent city, in the halls of Congress
for a cup of coffee with lots of sugar the only sweet thing
these bitter mouths have tasted,
so lost is the moment, in isolation.

My waterfront city, where seagulls shriek
as they gorge on the discarded refuse
of a town that progress and vision forgot to visit
this time around.



My unbroken city, I love thee more. For all your struggles,
the city you are is not the city you can become. And tho
your black eyes shame, your promise thrills.
The door to rekindling yesteryear’s glory has not closed

tortured children

Humans are the only species that systematically tortures and murders its own for pleasure and personal gain. All our poems and symphonies and oils on canvas will never change that.
- George Carlin

Perhaps we cannot prevent this world from being a world in which children are tortured. But we can reduce the number of tortured children. And if you believers don’t help us, who else in the world can help us do this?
- Camus

Come my friends, it is not too late to seek a better world.
– Tennyson

Low Down Dirty Dating Shame

My date was cute and personable, accomplished and intelligent. I’ll call her Jezebel. We met online, and our chats were refreshingly honest. They got deep, and deeper.
Eventually, this past weekend, we met for the first time in person. A nice little corner bistro was her comfort zone, with good food, good atmosphere and outlandish prices. I had never been there, but anyplace where she would feel comfortable is always a good choice on a first date.
She looked at me so directly, it was disarming, but paired with such unusually direct expression of thoughts and desires, it was a turn-on. We enjoyed the dinner, with good conversation, many similar experiences professionally and general agreement on many issues/news of the day.
She told me she had been divorced a month and a ½. I though that was quick to start dating, but different folks are ready at different times and some divorces come after long separations, I would wait on forming an opinion.
Dinner wrapped up. It was a cool night, but not too cold, so we walked around the neighborhood. She took my hand as we walked. I was hoping to find an open art gallery or such, but the only thing around and open were bars and restaurants. After making a circuit, it was still only 9:30, so I asked:
“Want to stop and have a drink?”
”Sure,”
A few steps later, “I’m an alcoholic.”
I don’t think my expression changed as I held the door open for her. I understood what she said, but it is a deep thing, an important thing. The casualness, the suddenness caught me by surprise. A few steps earlier and I would have said ok, lets find something else. By then we were already inside.
I wasn’t sure whether to be pissed she hadn’t told me something so major, or glad she felt confident enough to share that with me. The really deep conversations we had had made me think she had had plenty of opportunity in the past. Being an alcoholic would not have influenced my decision to date her, or anyone I am attracted to. Not disclosing it until you are walking into a bar? It is not a little thing. When so much of the dating world and what I do professionally revolves around bars/restaurants and live music, it is something that needs to be disclosed early. I would find out later, it wasn’t the most important thing she had left out.
We found a table in the back. I got Jezzy a lemon water and a beer for myself. We continued to talk, fairly fluently. I was looking at her lips. I think she thought I was looking at her breasts, as she kept looking at me, then down at them herself. Small but nicely shaped they were, but I was looking at her lips as we talked for an hour. I asked if she was ready to go, and she said no, not yet. Good enough for me. We talked for another hour, then as the midnight hour crept up on us, headed out.
I walked her to her car. We kissed, tentatively, but that only lasted for seconds before our kisses became deep and exploring. It was getting colder, and that eventually seeped through our embrace. She asked did I want to get in the car and continue. I nodded, and we did. After ½ an hour, I asked if she wanted to follow me home, and she did.
I am in the dating “game” with no interest in playing games. I am looking for a partner to spend the rest of my life with. I have found that sexual intercourse is too important to engage in too soon. It ALWAYS changes the relationship.
How it changes it seems to be in direct correlation to how strong the relationship is. After many forging experiences, the sex can be glorious, and a 3D, all senses rich meld of mind and body. On the other hand, the less time you have been together; the less time you have forged a foundation of experiences from which to build on, the more likely that the act will change the relationship for the worse. Based on that, obviously, we did not have sex.
We finally drifted off to broken sleep around four, awake at 8. She slipped out of the bed and took a shower, tho I didn’t realize it until I went into the bathroom and saw the wet shower doors. We got up later, and she said since no one had offered her anything to drink, she was leaving.
I thought she had been anxious to leave, as she said she had an appointment. “My bad,” I said, “Do you want …?” and gave a list of alternatives.
Coffee it was, then she said it was too sweet. She headed off and I did things around the house. Later, I got an email. She said how she enjoyed the night, wanted more, and asked me more questions about my likes and dislikes on everyday things.
Then Jezzy told me she had just recently broken off with a married man because he wasn’t going to leave his wife for her. They had been in a long term affair, while both were married, and continued after her divorce. Then she had just decided to break it off and start dating. Now he wanted her back, saying he was going to leave his wife for her.
I read it, then reread it, thinking there is no way I read this right. The affair, the extremely condensed time frame and THE AFFAIR all took a moment for me to wrap my mind around. I ignored her questions in my response, saying only that what she had told me was a deal breaker; I had never contemplated an affair, either when married and going thru a divorce, nor when single and meeting a married woman. I had had offers, I also had morals. You can say it is not that simple, but it is.
I could not fathom what she was doing. If someone wants to end their own marriage, then do so – before you enter another relationship, short or long-term, with someone else. But destroying, or having any part in destroying, another’s marriage is reprehensible. I was sickened.
I wished her good luck, and told her I did not wish to have any more contact with her. I am mind-boggled.

How COOL is this?

Brain Scans Can Read Memories

livescience.com – Fri Mar 13, 1:15 pm ET
A split-view image showing PET scans of a normal brain (L) and a brain with Reuters – A split-view image showing PET scans of a normal brain (L) and a brain with Alzheimer's disease. (National …

Humans create memories of locations in physical or virtual space as they move around - and it all shows up on brain scans.

Researchers tracked brain activity related to "spatial memory" as volunteers moved about inside a virtual reality setup. Their new study challenges previous scientific thinking by showing that memories are recorded in regular patterns.

"Surprisingly, just by looking at the brain data we could predict exactly where they were in the virtual reality environment," said Eleanor Maguire, a neuroscientist at the University College London in the U.K. "In other words, we could 'read' their spatial memories."

Maguire and her colleagues focused on the hippocampus, or a small part of the brain that deals with navigation, memory recall and imagining future events. Neurons known as "place cells" activate in the hippocampus and inform people of where they are as they move around.

The researchers used an fMRI scanner to detect blood flow changes in the brain, and study the activity of the place cells as a volunteer controlled movement inside the virtual environment. They then ran the results through a computer algorithm developed by Demis Hassabis, another neuroscientist at University College London.

Earlier studies with rats had also focused on the hippocampus and measured activity at the level of dozens of neurons at most. But that research had suggested that the brain did not record memory in any sort of regular pattern - a trend that this latest study may overturn. Maguire and Hassabis examined thousands of neurons as opposed to just dozens, which allowed them to pick out broader patterns.

"By looking at activity over tens of thousands of neurons, we can see that there must be a functional structure - a pattern - to how these memories are encoded," Maguire said. "Otherwise, our experiment simply would not have been possible to do."

Mind-reading research has grown increasingly sophisticated over the years. Another recent study predicted people's preference for one of two drinks with 80 percent accuracy. And earlier findings showed that people's brains reflect abnormal activity up to half a minute before making errors.

The latest findings on memory could lead to many more studies that examine how actual memories end up encoded across our brain cells, Maguire said. She and Hassabis want to look beyond spatial memories to see if brain scans can pick up patterns in our memories of the past, as well as visions of the future. Such work could also have clinical implications for understanding diseases that attack memory.

"Understanding how we as humans record our memories is critical to helping us learn how information is processed in the hippocampus and how our memories are eroded by diseases such as Alzheimer's," added Demis Hassabis.



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Gray's Armory Ghosts

Gray’s Armory
By Alan States

Alone in a room,
buzzing with people I can’t quite see
My mind has gone into the past that is present in the room now
Flittering shadows, shades of white, blurred so distinctly
Ghosts, Spirits, Echoes of what was, who was.

I turn off my ears, and listen to the long unheard neverending chatter all around me.
I sneeze.
Earthbound, my soles points of contact
for a time elapsed, whose time has come
– only peering through a filmy window

An open mind is a fresh breeze airing out long dormant
green hills, epic loves, Civil Wars and American Wakes.
Stories.
I walked into the past with my senses seeking
And reeled, lost for hours in the book of what was.

Internet Dating No Shit Sherlocks

Internet Dating No Shit Sherlocks:
Don’t say:
you’re looking for love – no kidding? So are most single people, that’s why they went online
can go from jeans to little black dress- Everyone says it, few can do it with panache
you love laughter - really? Wow, whodda thunk it?
your life is a mess – wonderful, can I have some too?
Be wallowing in dating pity, of all that MEN have done to you – I know, It’s always the man’s fault (but when we read this, we are thinking: I know It’s always someone ELSE’S fault, for you). We don’t care about your ex, and the things he did badly. We are not him.
Say “Don’t contact me, if you’re only looking to screw” – classy; great first impression

Remember:
A picture is worth a thousand words, but a smile is a novel
Show a picture of a whip, if you want your men to grovel
If you hate to camp, show a bikini and hair dryer
Creative subtleties work better, than being thought a liar
Don’t have more pictures, of your dogs than of you
Or expressions that suggest dating, is the last thing you want to do.

Repetition breeds contempt, for nearly every profile the above proclaims,
For every-day seekers, there’s more important things to name;
How did the journey of life, bring you to here?
What did you learn, and what do you fear?
Adventurous is generic, sky-diving is not.
It matters so little, how well you stir the pot.
Grounded in reality, with dreams to ice the cake,
top off your own make up, lack of powder won’t make you quake.
A glimpse of true you is worth a hundred clichés,
for no one is perfect, and we actually like your little frays.
If your desire is communicator, your profile should have more than twenty words
and its really not “cute”, to use “dorky” or “nerd”.

***
Met an “Internet Gem”, who had nothing positive to say
Critical little slices, for each and every day
Knew no news, ‘cept her own little story
Every topic turned to reflect, more of her glory

So I laughed to myself, and moved on

Went on a first date, with a girl who would only have desert
Hard to get a word out, or even a flirt
I kissed her goodbye, in the literal as well
Flipped out in response, to give me hell

So I laughed to myself, and moved on

Chatted for a while, with a girl I was knowing well
But when we met, I had no clue in hell.
She walked right by me, I didn’t know who she was
Till she called my name, and I did as one at meetings does
I shook her hand, thought, “who the hell is this?”
From a picture so different, Jimminy Kris!
We chatted, we talked, dinner was quite good;
twenty year old pictures, might as well be wearing a hood.
Using an old pic, what honest relationship do you seek?
When at last we meet, your self image so weak?
Dishonesty is a turn-off, building foundations have no chance
for any true mates, to persevere through the dance.

So I shook my head, wondering what other shades of gray would you justify, and moved on

A date cancelled our dinner, said come to her house instead
She had been at work all day, and was feeling half dead
I said I understood, did she prefer another night?
But when I got there, I got a mighty fright.
There were so many cats, hair was curling in the air,
food was strewn all over, in this large farmhouse lair
We got a good pizza, watched a movie and talked
At licking fingers from the ice cream carton, I just had to balk
My stomach was turning over, for fresh air I did pine
No thanks, I said, and enough of sweet blackberry flavored wine!
I bid my adieu’s, the hair brushed from my sight,
Disentangled out the door, and slipped into the night

So I fought off the shivers, and moved on

I met a girl at Sully’s, she blew me away
Honest and straightforward, a refreshing spring day
We hit it off well, each date better than the last
“This one at is different”, panoramas so vast
She asked me to fuck her, this I wouldn’t do
Interwoven experiences have to be ingredients in the glue
She railed, she got drunk, she got brazen and she cried
I told her we had too much potential, to just fuck on the side
She tried to throw me out, I held her cooled off to talk
Red flags were crackling, but I wasn’t ready to walk
I had seen flashes of brilliance, of fitting just right
Crying jags came more often, letting her go took all my might
Gentle hands, gentle spirit, but her emotions all asunder
The peaks and the valleys, I never knew when the thunder
I know you need help, how to get help to you?
There’s no way we could survive, when you won’t see it too.

So I steel myself, and move on