In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Mentors
The Swan glided by
Remembering
Its days as a cygnet
Mesmerised by its mentors
Now it knew
Their lessons were empty
Now he chose
His mentors more wisely

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Mentors
The Swan glided by
Remembering
Its days as a cygnet
Mesmerised by its mentors
Now it knew
Their lessons were empty
Now he chose
His mentors more wisely


If ever you are looking for a good and somewhat different biography to read them try Burton: A Biography of Sir Richard Francis Burton by Byron Farwell.
I am not one for biographies myself – I only read this one due to the fact that he was featured in one of my favourite old time Science Fiction series – the Riverworld books by Philip Jose Farmer. A series where every single person who ever lived is resurrected on one world all at once – just a fantastic premise in itself.
Farmer uses Burton as the main character of the first book (and others later on.) He writes him with such passion and paints him in such an interesting way that you can’t help but find out more about him.
So I delved into this biography. Farmer had only painted a small part of his life!
Sir Richard Francis Burton, in reality, was – complicated.
He was a man of extremes. In many ways, he was extremely admirable. On other extremely reprehensible! Unforgivably so.
He achieved more in his lifetime than many of us could on six, seven, eight lifetimes! But is beliefs were bigoted and selfish, to say the least.
For example:
He was an avid supporter of slavery! He believed women’s places were in the home or the bed! He was vehemently anti-semitic and wrote several books that still cause controversy today!
You could argue he was a product of his time but he was an intelligent man and there were plenty of contemporaries who were seeing past the constraints of their society and challenging the established views.
He was a womaniser – had affairs, frequented brothels. He was a brawler – fought at the drop of a hat earning him the nickname Ruffian Dick. He disregarded authority of all kinds and went his own way, expelled from University and often AWOL from his army career.
However:
On the flip side.
He was one of the foremost fencers of the time inventing some new moves.
He was a masterful linguist – he was fluent in 24 languages – and in many of the different dialects of them. So much so he could pass himself off as a local in many places. He learnt much of it from prostitutes!
He was a master of disguise – not just in the fact he could dress up, makeup and talk like the locals. But that he understood them, he took the time to know their customs and etiquette, the foibles without which he would have been betrayed as an outsider. He immersed himself in their culture.
He made seven pilgrimages in his life. Studying and being accepted into various religions – understanding their teachings while not believing any of them.
He was the epitome of an explorer, making dangerous journey in strange lands, suffering illness and injury, going back for more and pressing on.
He explored and brought to light the many sexual practices from around the world. He brought much middle eastern and eastern culture to our consciousness. He brought us translations of the Thousand and One Nights, the Karma Sutra and the Perfumed Garden.
So as I said, complicated.
It brings up a problem we often have with heroes. We want them to be perfect. We want all those good qualities without the bad. But life is not like that – people are not like that.
We kind of know that – we try and accommodate it. Modern day fictional heroes have their flaws, they are dark and brooding and have emotional baggage. But nothing we can’t handle – nothing really reprehensible.
So it got me thinking. I have a real problem with Sir Richard Francis Burton. I admire what he achieved. I dislike what he was as a person. I certainly would not like not have known him personally.
And I see a reflection of modern men in this dilemma. I have written here about how men (and everyone in fact) are demonised in modern media. On the other side, we are brought up with a set of ideals about what a man should be what we should strive to be.
We end up with conflicting views – an ideal – heroic man to strive for, and the wretch the world tells us we are.
The conflict I feel when thinking about Richard Francis Burton is the conflict we feel about modern men – he is a kind of reflection of us.
We should, I think – start to accept our flaws more, try to improve and eliminate them, yes, but give ourselves a break. They are a part of us, a part of our nature. Nobody is perfect – natures abhors perfection as much as a vacuum. Perfection does not exist so let’s stop trying to achieve it.
Anyway, ramble over.
Today’s prompt is. Mentor
Have you ever had a mentor? What was the greatest lesson you learned from him or her?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, The Clock
I heard the car door slam and immediately looked at the clock. It had stopped
6.20am 18th February, I awoke to the truth. It was cold. The war was ongoing – would never stop.
But I did not care.

Best I can manage today – I am feeling so ill.
The tiger curses
Beautiful, perfect pelt
The hunter’s desire

Today’s prompt is. The clock
Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Proud
I have been proud Recently My colleagues, friends, loved ones Told me Well done I swelled Ah I am easily led To that fall

Today’s prompt is. Proud
When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Cupid’s Arrow
Through glass doors, I saw your eyes They struck me that very first time And as you waited, I felt surprise And bells began to chime I had been resigned until that day To accept a single life Now it seemed I must find a way To make this girl my wife I opened up those doors that day And let you in my life You sashayed by in your silky skirt More than my heart arose I wondered if would just be hurt If this road I chose History did not promise much My track record did not shine But your perfection I longed to touch Could it be that you’d be mine? To the smallest hope, I would clutch And revelled in your shine Your beauty, your smile they stole my heart I longed to hold you near To be your friend was a shaky start Al least I could be near Until that day we made took the leap We became more than friends Then my heart was forever deep With a love that never ends And though age and time forever creep This love still never ends Your ever happy shining heart Lights my life through every waking hour You are a living work of art A beauty like a flower You stir my lust, you stir my love You want to make me grow You are sunshine from above A perfect warming glow You are my hope bringing dove May your light forever flow

Starlings swooping down
As they spy the big city
Wonders await them

Today’s prompt is. Cupid’s arrow
It’s Valentine’s Day, so write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Shoulda, coulda, woulda
Shoulda done more
Coulda done more
Would have done more
But
There was this
And there was that
We did our best
Under the circumstances
We did
Better than them
Better than we thought
So
We apologise
For the Earth we left you
We enjoyed it while we could
So now you can’t

We
are blind
to the truth
Everyday
Suffering goes on
And we deny it all
Unable to find a way
Through the maze of our modern lives
To a place where we can be ourselves
And hold out that hand that helps our neighbour
Instead we clench our hand in a tight fist
Holding tight onto what we have gained
Not seeing what we are losing
What slips away from our grasp
Diminishing our souls
Focused on our goals
With such passion
That we are
simply
Blind

Today’s prompt is. Shoulda, woulda, coulda
Tell us about something you know you should do . . . but don’t.

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, All about you
I can’t contain my dreams So I write I can’t speak with eloquence So I write I cannot fly So I write I cannot stand and fight So I write I cannot remember So I write I cannot still my fears So I write There is so much to dream for So many arguments to win So much to fly from So much to fight against So many memories to cherish So much to fear So I write

Today’s prompt is. All about you
Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Whoa
Ballons in a duvet
An attack on the Martian Embassy
Women in bras jogging
In the moonlight
A car overturned
Sneaking through
The grounds on MI5
Wouldn’t you like to know….


Dancing with my wife,
last week the telegraph came:
Coughs ring round the trench.
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Today’s prompt is. Whoa
What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Teachable moment
I am not in the mood to write poetry tonight – or fiction. So this is just a ramble.
I have talked about this before in a previous prompt about teacher’s at school who made a difference. I think there is a method of teaching that works best (at least for me – but I think generally) but is rarely used.
At school we are taught that A + B equals C. We are taught that this happened. We are taught the rules to follow and that so and so did this then.
We are taught to remember these facts. Remember them long enough to pass a test. And then, for most of it, we never use that knowledge again and it is forgotten.
Pointless.
What I experienced very rarely was the teacher who taught us why. What this equals that. Why this has that effect. Why this word works better than that. And then you could extrapolate. They would teach you why and then ask you to work out the next step – which you could do now armed with the understanding of why.
In other words, they did not teach you to remember, they taught you to think! To work things out. Once you can do that, you can think for yourself and you never stop learning.
But while on the subject, I am growing more and more convinced that the whole school system is so out of date. This has been reinforced a few years ago now when we were looking for secondary schools for my eldest son.
We saw some horrors. For example, one school that lined up the kids and did uniform inspections, putting pupils that failed into immediate solitary!
When was the last time you had a job that required a uniform? When, in the few cases left where one is required, was the last time you saw someone disciplined for not having one?
This might seem a trivial point, talking about uniforms instead of curriculums etc, but I think it demonstrates the underlying problem.
We have a school system set that was set up in Victorian times. Its purpose was to churn out obedient employees to work as clerks in rigid office environments. And it still does that! It is trying to turn kids into adults fit for a world of work and a society that does now exist anymore.
And it’s worse than just that. They are largely teaching remembering, not thinking. Back in the Victorian days, maybe even up until relatively recently, that was enough. You just had to remember what you had been taught to do your job. And it worked.
But no longer. Now every job is ever-changing. Everyone’s career, in fact, everyone’s life has become lifelong learning! Skills are ever-shifting and you have to adapt.
Except, the kids are coming out of school not equipped to learn but to remember. I know – I was one of them. It took me years to work out, and then only because of the seeds from the one or two good teachers, that I could learn still. That I could think for myself and work things out. That I could do that without being taught by someone. I could find the knowledge myself.
And there is one last thing that really hammered it home to me.
Because of the pandemic, we have of course been doing a lot of homeschooling. This, in my eldest sons case, meant he was given the materials and framework of a lesson told what he was supposed to achieve – but of course did not have a teacher to ask or to watch over him.
If you think about how schools are set up, the very rules they run on, this surely should have failed.
My son coped well. He did not have to be told to work, he did it. But a strange thing happened.
Sometimes, he struggled with a problem or subject. Now at school, he would have to have persevered until the end of the lesson. He could have asked for help but if he had got that help (in large classes that’s not guaranteed), he would not really have remembered it as well, having not worked it out himself.
At home though, he took a different approach. One nobody taught him to do, but that he worked out for himself. One that I often use myself to great success.
He walked away from the problem. Nort for good – he is not Homer Simpson. What he did was switch to another lesson. Being unconfined by a timetable and having to be in a certain class at a certain time he could do this. And then, when he came back to the original lesson and came back to the problem he could handle it and it suddenly seemed simpler and he could solve it.
I have done exactly that many times. It has been proven to work. The theory being that you distract your conscious mind with something else and let the subconscious work it out – which it does much better.
Plus, you get that buzz from working it out yourself that ensures you remember it better than any number of repetitions.
This kind of learning approach is simply denied them at school by the structures in place there.
Surely, it is time for a complete rethink of the whole education system?

Today’s prompt is. Teachable moment
You have to learn a new skill. Do you prefer to read about it, watch someone else do it, hear someone describe it, or try it yourself?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Childhood revisited
Don’t be so afraid child Fear will stifle you Fear will cage you in Nothing is as bad As you fear So live Smile And savour passion

On the cusp
Of hell and
Something else
Who knows what

Today’s prompt is. Childhood revisted
Sure, you turned out pretty good, but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood? If you have kids, is there anything you wish were different for them?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Karma Chameleon
The sins I must have committed
To deserve my luck
I hope I enjoyed them

Today’s prompt is.
Karma chameleon
Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Right to Health
Can we call ourselves civilised? If we do not care For every last person Who needs it

We have handed over our passport
Battered down the hatches
In a siege of our own designing
Some feeling smug justification
Others wondering if they should have done more
All responsible
All of us
Remember this
Huddled behind our walls
When the hunger strikes

Today’s prompt is.
Right to health
Is access to medical care something that governments should provide, or is it better left to the private sector? Are there drawbacks to your choice?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Choose your adventure
He paused, hand on the door handle. Did he really want to find out what lay beyond?
It was the fate of humanity. Opening the door would find it out. Everything had been prepared as best as his team could. Many sleepless nights, many meetings, many arguments.
Many friendships lost.
Much blood shed.
Would it all be worth it?
Now it came down to it he felt like delaying the moment of truth. Whatever lay ahead would not be real until he made it so by opening that door.
How long could he delay it?
He knew the answer to that. He could not delay it any further. The decision was not his any longer. The fate of humanity was not his any longer, just as it was no longer any man, woman or child’s.
The decision belonged to those beyond the door.
With a deep breath, he turned the handle to find out what they would decree.
So, as the prompt suggests, what’s next? Feel free to continue the story below.

Fortune favours the bold
Risk equals success
People stop seeing risk
And hand over their cash
Their time
Their labour
Their lives
The minority shine
The majority are mesmerised
While they fall

Today’s prompt is.
Choose your adventure
Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Call me maybe
A phone
Is a clock
A calculator
A camera
A notebook
A console
A radio
A TV
A movie screen
A book
An encyclopedia
A chain
A cage

Territory shrinks
As the walls rise again
And the drawbridge is raised
The world is smaller
The worst of times
From long ago
Are opium
Entertainment
Sleight of mind
Meanwhile
Terry the Tory
Sniggers behind
Fake pride
And cheap beer
Protest
Is the latest sport
Avarice
The virtue of power

Today’s prompt is.
Call me, maybe
Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
Green and quiet With a gentle breeze Sunlight warming A cool drink Solitude Then I am ready

The Elixir
Swept through the void
Hunting
Stars glinting off the
Silver skin
The peak of human invention
Empty and silent

Today’s prompt is.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
You need to make a major change in your life. Do you make it all at once, cold turkey style, or incrementally?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Writing room
Green and quiet
With a gentle breeze
Sunlight warming
A cool drink
Solitude
Then I am ready

I’m fresh out of spring
Beyond the long summer days
Winter is coming

Today’s prompt is.
Writing room
A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Think global, act local!
We must treasure those Who are close and are willing To help those afar

Blue eyes turned purple
Deep purple and very still
Watching all my life

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Today’s prompt is.
Think global, act local!
“Think global, act local.” Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one.

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Flangiprop!
Flangiprop: Iscis tulartart Iscis tulartart Savvy savvy sah Holah iniquit Everar tala Notah

From the purple eye of death
The last exhaled breath
Comes an aweful doom
And darkness starts to loom
It dims the roads once bright
Quenches golden light
Sends tremors through the land
Like my trembling hand
Trembling on the key
That sets the danger free
Releasing purging fire
Born from grief and ire
Fear will bring the dark
And there is no lighted ark
So hide your fears away
Until the final day

Today’s prompt is.
Flangiprop!
Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post.

Deep bright purple star.
Piercing from the depths of roiling blue gas clouds
And a million billion stars
Outshining Venus and Mars
Swathes like silver paths
Some gathered in spiral wheels
And between them in the sparse dark spaces
Ships blink and travel on by.
A memory from the deepest well of childhood.
A memory that could not have been.
