Forbidden


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Are ye trying to kid me?
Do you think we are all idiots
Fix it!
The world is going to go up in flames
Or drowning in rising sea tides
Hide
The truth is the most important thing is to make money
Big business continue to be allowed to mass produce harmful pollutants
To get their greedy grubby hands on as much cash as possible
Impossible
To believe anything coming out of the mouths of politicians
Lie as you try to pull the wool over the eyes of the people
So fake in your minds eye is to let them eat
cake
You should be forbidden from showing yourselves in public
Power will be taken away and a discovery will be made of exactly what it means to be a part of
a republic

Liam Flanagan is a 47 year old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics 

Age


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Casting the mind backwards
To teenage years
An obsession with The Cure
And a girl called Mairead
I wonder where she is now?
Playing football until the light went out at the end of the day
Turned eighteen and celebrated being able to have a pint
Maybe too much but the crack was mighty with the lads
Lassies everywhere excitement of newness and anticipation tangible in the air
Turning twenty made very little difference
A taste for life had been discovered and developed
As the years go by you realise how special those days were
Times of friendship and romance
Where there was always enough music in the night for one more dance

BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Liam Flanagan is a 47-year-old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years of experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics.

Voice


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Photo by Jackson Simmer on Unsplash

I have lost my voice

Not from shouting too loud

Or talking too much

Nor from singing or chanting 

From weariness and fatigue 

Trying to make sense of it all

Weary of a world where chaos rules

Finding it hard to envisage a future of harmony and calm

Too tired to raise a sound in opposition of all going on

Rest is now the priority of these times

Relief only being provided when the night time bell chimes

BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Liam Flanagan is a 47-year-old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years of experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics.

Se7en


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Brad Pitt how you make the ladies hearts flutter
You ended up in the gutter with a gun to your head
Dumped Jennifer Anniston and chose Angelia Jolie instead
Threads
Of evidence poured over by Morgan Freeman
Detective Somerset by name
A role bringing about critical approval and fame
Kevin Spacey playing the part of John Doe
Determined to turn his life into a horror show
Dante outlined the seven deadly sins
Each one found in Hell formed in separate
rings
So be good now and chose carefully the life you lead
The last place you want to end up is in Inferno Where all you will hear is cries and screams
pleading to be freed

BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Liam Flanagan is a 47-year-old living in Galway on the west coast of Ireland. Degree in English and Philosophy. Teaching Diploma in IT. Ten years of experience working in the IT industry. Likes Sport, Music, Film and Politics.

Examining Imagination


A study on the properties of imagination

BY Y.K. Goon

Calling something a "failure of imagination" comes across harsh. It suggests a cognitive failure that couldn't foresee something that never was.

The lack of well-known profound classical texts on the quality of imagination suggest to me that it's not a quality that's prioritized or aspired to. But anything new and valuable started off as an imagination in someone's mind. So it's safe to say all progress rest of imagination.

Yet we're not taught how to imagine. Is it even teachable, I wonder?

Imagination seems to be a root quality that doesn't rely other qualities. You don't need strength to be imaginative; you don't need to be kind, maybe not even very curious. That makes cultivating imagination tricky.

I've been thinking about coming up with a framework that spurs imagination, like a kind of Hero's Journey for what never was. It didn't take long for me to doubt such an approach.

I'm rather convinced that deduction doesn't count as imagination. Suppose you were tasked to come with a fictional premise to an alien world and try to be imaginative about it. You do that by making the population single-gender and give everyone the ability of teleportation. The story proceed as logical progression of those premises. While the end result might come off as imaginative but what takes place in this fictional world is likely logical deduction on the premise.

A common advise towards better imagination is "read more". But all that does is exposing yourself to more existing ideas. By knowing more the chances of coming up with something to *you* would be higher. Does that necessarily mean you are capable of conjuring up something entirely new on your own? I'm not sure.

This relates to the burden of knowledge. Is knowledge an asset or a burden to imagination? In other words does knowing more refrains your imagination to the shackle of what's possible? If so then someone completely ignorant should make the most imaginative person. That doesn't fly.

At this point I'm reminded of how drugs make you creative. The factor lies in the *connections* between knowledge, not in the amount of knowledge possessed. The more rigid the connections between concepts, the less imaginative we get.

Imagination happens when we connect concepts that have never been connected together before.

Now I'm interested in the *process, not outcome*. I wonder how the first human (maybe HG Well?) who came up with the idea of time traveling machine landed on it. I wish it's not entirely accidental. If there's a process to it (even if he was entirely unaware of it) can it be repeated?

The phrase "limited by your imagination" positively connotate that possibility is vast. But imagination on an individual level isn't as vast as it sounds. Imagination is often the one thing that limits you.

Y.K. Goon

Y.K. is a software engineer; investor; a man blessed with curiosity
attempting to learn the art of being, in search of antifragility.

http://ykgoon.com/

An Ode To Arthur


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

The thirst the anticipation the pleasure
Howya
A pint of Guinness please
How are things? How is the reopening going?
Small talk as I watch the pour
A tilted glass a slow deliberate pulling of the tap
Careful now you don’t want to fill too quickly
Three quarters full now is the time to let it settle
Magically the brown cloud transforming into a dense black liquid with a creamy white top
A thing of beauty to behold
A couple of minutes pass
Feels like a lifetime as the pint takes shape
The top up the completion of an act of perfection
The careful walk back to the table
Make sure there is no spill now
Destination reached two more minutes of diligent
patience
The time has come
Clutch the hand around the glass
Lift with care and deliberation
Take a long slow satisfying taste of this black beauty
Thirst quenched destination reached time to settle
Slainte!

BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Camano Island


BY ERIN LAVERY

Photo by Steve Douglas on Unsplash

I wake before the sun.
The warmth of the covers leave my body and I walk into the cold and the dark.
My hands wrap around my mug and it fills with hot coffee.
If I had woken when I had planned, the steam would be rising from the cup,
But it’s not.
For a moment, it’s just me in the silence and the cold and the dark-
reminding myself that it’s almost morning.

Then, I hear my son’s feet touch the wooden floor three rooms down.
He loves the morning in a way I can’t understand.
For years, I have tried to wake early enough to get a head start on day
Before others are awake and need me.
He, in his innocence, has taken this as an invitation to spend quiet moments with me.
He lays in his bed, listening for my own feet to touch the ground so he can come and find me.

Some mornings, when I am bold enough to stay asleep longer than usual,
I wake to the sound of gentle knocking.
Then, a small voice breaks through the sound of his tiny fist against the door.
“Mom, you slept in on accident.”
It’s never an accident.

But in spite of my longing for a quiet
That belongs to only me,
perhaps these days are the best I’ll ever know.
These days are without any moments to wonder whether
I am making good use of this very short
Window of time I have on this planet.
Instead, it is just me and the cold and the dark

And the little man who loves me more
Than the warmth of his bed.

He sits at the table beside me now, pulling out the marshmallow bits from the cereal box.
I pretend not to notice, gazing to my right
Through the wall of windows overlooking Livingston Bay.
The sun is rising in the distance-
Running toward our sky to join us.

By Erin Lavery

Shine A Light Into The Darkness


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Photo by Yun Xu on Unsplash

There is no need for you to be engulfed in the dark
You have a voice to express how you are feeling
Healing
Is in your hands an attainable objective
Be subjective
Take the time to find your way out of the quagmire
Tired
As you may be summon the energy to get some help
You owe it to yourself to look after your health
Brighter days lie ahead
You can go back to enjoying life
Once you find a resolution to the problem inside your head
If you are struggling and feeling like you can no longer cope
There is always someone there who can provide you with support
and hope

By Liam Flanagan

Love Cats


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Photo by Dorothea OLDANI on Unsplash

Meow you say to let me know you are on your way
Movement sleek and elegant
Claws retracted reserved for going in for the kill
A silent assassin with teeth as sharp as blades
Kept in good order
For the hunt and the tearing of flesh
On the look out for a bird preparing to soar
He must come from a good family
A turned up nose to a chicken and ham slice
Preference is for the taste of mice
Purr to express contentment and satisfaction
A feline who bides his time before jumping in to action!

By Liam Flanagan

Your Health Is Your Wealth


BY LIAM FLANAGAN

Photo by Yayan Sopian on Unsplash

Now more than ever have we come
to appreciate the importance of our
physical and mental well being
While we all have been caught up
in the proverbial rat race striving for
a bigger house a newer car more expensive
clothes and a larger bank balance
We have come to a shuddering halt
No matter how rich or poor the situation
remains the same
Nobody is immune
Maybe once this is all over the value we put
on finances will decrease
We will remind ourselves money is a man
made invention
Now is the time to spend as much as we
need to help solve this global health and
resulting economic crisis
Once we come out the other side we can
print more
Society is coming together to contribute
to defeating this virus
This is an opportunity for the world to decide
in the future are we to consider ourselves as
consumers or as human beings

By Liam Flanagan

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