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Rubaiyat of Invention and Innovation Fitzgerald’s Rubaiyat : http://www.arabiannights.org/rubaiyat/index2.html
At rubaiyat muse plays as we explore for your amusement Life’s ‘how’, ‘why’, ‘wherefore’, thoughts thread together, beaded rosary to bloom until the tomb will curtains draw ...
soul’s curtains are a veil through which few see ! too many haste to taste eternity, ignore life is succession finite, ~ sum of infinite opportunity.
Does “Truth” exist ? we ask, who seek its core, who hold back much, make touch to write a score of strophes three score ten, as much again, write introduction light untold before !
Here Left and Right we join or juxtapose, as letters twenty six can recompose thought-waves without the need to favour court, no taut retort ought run through verse or prose.
Here content, style, a while, united are, to s(t)imulate reflection, nothing bar, to pleasure, treasure, or discard at will by Jack and Jill, Left, Right, at odds, on par.
Read here, we’re led to shed some light on what could be by robot programmed, ‘tis the lot of whosoever dares, ahead of time, foster ideas that help to think a lot.
Whatever our allotted span, our race worldwide too favoured narrow man as ace, - soon woman’s savour shall claim pride of place, replace man’s place of pride and flavour base.
Here we explore core paradoxes which divide left brain from right, and offer switch inviting understanding of the way Jack Left, Jill Right, may back together stitch.
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”
‘The Moving Finger writes, moves on once writ’, says Left, ensuring that conclusions fit, Alas ! ~ ways Right brain finds too rigid, tied into delusion’s night, Will wanting wit !
At stake is not just opportunity to make Pandora no neccessity, Knowledge must link to Intuition’s guide, ~ Time mocks rocks, dykes which walled off sea from sea.
Invention, innovation, share few tracks, the former leans on what the latter lacks, ~ Left brain is organized, by logic backed while Right brain loves to test conflicting tacks.
One seeks Nirvana’s understanding now, the other seeks salvation finding “how”, but (k)needs the trip itself where’er it leads, ~ each track is farrowed by a different plough.
Invent pursues where innovation points, from its zen flesh and bones provides the joints the world’s attention gains, an iceberg tip to trace the crown our surface race anoints !
Invent is news which seldom disappoints. Innovation : views, not won on points, The two approaches differ widely for Invent is Left brain which itself appoints.
Invent : Left’s spirit seldom satisfied with status quo, would sew new ribbon tied around edition fresh of old idea, and profit, in all senses, from the ride.
Right, ~ Innovation ~ often steps aside from golden rule that common sense should bide, ~ warm ride more interest holds than cold gold which, though rich in cents, can’t harmony provide. Left puzzles pieces, Right, holistic whole. Left scratches parts, square peg fits in round hole. Right parts from scratch, prefers mind vaulting pole to catalyse spring causal, humour drôle.
Right rôle games plays, irks Left who’d goal to goal spin faster, t(h)read to carpet red unroll, Left works with teams, Right teems with works which whet the appetites of who’d, for perks, control.
Right little patience shows with rigmarole, defined in terms precise which some extoll, Right bets on hedges, Left oft hedges bet to safeguard steps from any jealous soul.
Red Tape is Left behind. Right circumvents black holes, sees red when Left plays righteous, vents his spleen or steam as Right anticipates new ways to dollars save at cents’ expense.
Left little patience shows for double Dutch, plays safe, while Right relays, remains in hutch. Left is frustrated when from tall black hat Right rabbit pulls while both at straws will clutch.
For leads Right looks, left looks to lead, grow grand, Seeks focus where Right‘s dreams would e’er expand, Outstanding Right where Left would just stand out ~ Left needs command, Right seeds to understand.
Right surfs this Universe, “and why not knowing, Nor whence, like water willy~nilly flowing: And out of it, as wind along the waste, it knows not whither, willy-nilly blowing.”
Right’s Ball “no question makes of Ayes and Noes but here or there as strikes the fancy flows and Left that toss'd it down into the field, Left knows about it all ~ HE knows ~ HE knows !”
Right’s bat at that suspicious often grows, - Alas, that Spring should vanish with the rose ! Left’s certainties today may morrow wilt, when “Youth's sweet-scented manuscript will close !” “With Earth's first clay” Left wished last Man to knead, there would of the last harvest sow the seed ~ Right “the first morning of Creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall” breed !
And this Right knows : whether the one True Light kindle to Love, or wrath consuming quite, that in one flash she sees mind’s mirror caught wins more than might in Left’s right left outright.
Right out of senseless Nothing can provoke a conscious Something to offset all yoke though yolk and white combine for omelette of chicken~egg debate is often spoke.
Less Left would speak but takes in hand the spoke, width calculates, sounds stress, ~ where sound may poke. Left scores ‘illicit’ pleasure, under pain of everlasting penalties, laws broke. Left won’t be left behind, when mind does workwith application, checks, rechecks won’t shirk where one experiment meets accident - returns to find each error which may irk !
Right won’t be tied behind by sect or kirk, imagination surfs Time’s tide to jerk life’s secrets from “the foam of perilous seas of faery lands forlorn” without a smirk.
Defence and Prosecution illustrate the different roles perceptions demonstrate the ways invent and innovation play their parts within both statement and the State.
Prosecution steers procedure past, point proves, from point to point advances fast, weighs more than plays, stays wary where surprise could compromise its ruts, designed to last.
Left brain improves, adapts, contrives to cast cards schooled to rule through motif hard and fast, right brain senses emotivity which left brain tests with rigour unsurpassed, Defence cares less for strong notes than key song, dares more, wears less, won’t always string along, lifts patterns more than sifts, dreams different guise, wise, judges not disguise as always wrong.
Prosecution hones the Law’s harsh bite pursues relentless all that ever might present a precedent for laxity, upset conviction, or conviction’s might.
Defence runs fate’s dark gauntlet, finds right way to play for time and execution’s stay - while Prosecution, left, preys on just fight Defence p(r)ays, fights to live through other days
One, left brain thinking works through day and night, the other, right brain, writes of wrongs to right, would equity extend to free and see might to its place, replaced with just insight.
Right brain procedures precedents uphold, this left brain finds restrictive, leaves it cold, between the two grey matters black and white draw frontiers firm in court naught caught short sold
When something goes awry, elastoplast Left tries ~ to sa(l)ve old bearings overcast, turns back to drawing board which soon supplies Left’s logic with an answer to forecast.
Right looks aghast at formal plans and strong Of mice and men ~ when sounds the final gong they’re often wanting found, ship foundering lies floundering at the bottom of the klong.
With instinct and experience Left packs The deal he’d seal to minimise risk’s whacks, - while Right deals out the pack which Fate defies, - and wins or loses gambling chips in stacks.
Left
files its claws which both before behind, barbed wired impressions orderedly and lined.
Left, from quotations printed fine, consigned, refusing compromise though much maligned.
Right‘s rainbow led reflections are declined, -
ground ‘neath Left’s feet, unsound, seems undermined, -
Left limits ‘strange’ to context predefined,
lauds conduct clear, to weakness scarce inclined ~ mind over matter mutters “don’t unwind” !
Left seeks respect, tweaks Right who weak he’d find, ~ inclined to speculations undefined. Right looks “beyond”, towards monde he can scout, ~ mind over matter mutters “don’t be blind” !
Right’s polyvalent talents are combined with “will to know” not “know to will”, we find Right far and wide, will blind conventions flout replacing rigid Past with Future kind.
Right colour, contour, context, weighs, inclined, to show she’s vexed if text seems too confined, ... not “in” or “out”, but context “round about” not “black” or “white”, ~ too tight, ~ rights unresigned.
Right ties rejects which, too long trained, strong twined, leave insufficient rein when wined and dined, reigns over networks new which serve, st(r)and out, deserve attention due, yet undefined.
Left brain firm trains, explains, holds doubt a vice, method does bless in Prussian terms precise, Right seeks advice, to ‘When ?’ adds ‘Why ?’ to try new ways to ‘scape predestination’s vice.
Thus th(r)ough due process, practice, one obeys, the other tunes and amplifies, relays, each finds the other’s reach suspect at best, ~ one phrase defines, one signals waves in phase. Left, little feeling, thinks on measures, weighs, Right little thinking, feels for treasured ways, Each finds fond pleasure through bond interface The other questions (Left), or, (Right) dismays.
Left comprehends, Right feels, ‘gainst wrong appeals. Right makes amends where sometimes Left conceals emotions with a surface self-restraint Right often feels false travesty reveals.
Left dams emotions ~ facts take precedence, Right damns such notions, drawing from sixth sense to context keep intact, still dreams pursues, ~ - one tact prefers, the other joys intense.
Left’s sense of purpose drives momentum great. Right’s sense convergent helps her integrate, grateful, what Left too often grates, to bring perspective holoistic, to create.
Left’s sense of planning point to point links straight. Right’s contradictions often may frustrate, from straitened circumstances two paths spring ~ these, well combined, approach perfection’s state.
Right brain responds, to redefine its rôle. Left brain reacts, to reassert control. Each needs a dose of each to reach the stars ~ who little care for spins from pole to pole !
Left is the standard cork to bottle wine, Right has unusual ‘nose’ for flavour fine : together they complete life’s kitchen where one cutler is, one chef, ~ and so we dine !
One channels to produce pure data streams, One flannels to seduce, lure, sate her dreams, thus inspiration gleams in different ways each chose the dice Fate throws, streamlines extremes.
Invention is the blossom on the tree, whose scent is innovation ~ what role we may choose to play is weighed by hand which writes the score for music that posterity will use or will abuse, for good or ill, to chain or free, the Future’s dreams fulfill to mar, or let men Mars and far stars reach, empower'd by women who will not stand still.
Invention is an option exercized reversing roles, or process organized, ~ what complicated seemed in time gleams bright as simple step ahead on path disguised.
And yet when innovation spreads its shoots to sound the ground thought far too dry for roots, the route is either opened or prepared as Present, Future, Past, act in cahoots.
Life can’t run on one track, ~ both sot and sage, must gear up, intuitions hear, engage, black, white, replace with bright kaleidoscope, and (w)ink “I think I think !” upon Life’s page.
What matters, and to whom ? What gravities apply when anti-matter equals tease conundrums which a life-long paradox entertains until all memories
are atomised upon a karmic breeze, blown willy nilly till, like honeyed bees, they bumble on towards a homely hive. They stumble on till patterns by degrees
from angles wide frame, focus, offer keys for who between the lines can read, and these the waft and weft of substance may discern ~ can draw the line dividing wood from trees.
Both rhyme and reason often are withheld till time and season ring the changes belled, and timing is essential where the mind must funnel forces for tomorrow spelled.
Who would advance must knock on many doors must think the link between effect and cause, must persevere despite cold failure's fears, warm ice of ignorance until it thaws. For “Cause”, “Effect” combine as on their way the cusps converge in subtle interplay, Although the watershed important seems today ~ tomorrow’s dreams may well betray.
The doors are those of inner confidence, opened not by sitting on a fence, though ‘Chance’ a helping hand can often lend connecting inklings into solid sense.
But sense is insufficient ~ those who see the light with passion work to find a key to free not freeze mankind, ~ yet better world needs never frieze to please the gallery.
Left brain or Right ? The one extends the known, re-engineers and hears hid pattern's tone, the other changes gears and clears the way through quantum leaps which turn the first to stone.
Left brain or Right ? One concentrates, would own, the other seems to contradictions prone, yet both explore for flaw with minds honed keen - synaptic leaps come cheap, fresh codes to clone.
Right wastes the precious hour “in vain pursuit of this and that endeavor and dispute; ~ better be jocund with the fruitful grape than sadden after none, or bitter, fruit.
Right too well knows with what a brave carouse some made a second Marriage in their house; divorced old barren Reason from their bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.”
Yet those who whine and those who wine one day will meet like fate, in state with worms to stay, or earnings urned, or sunk ‘full fathom five’ both trunk or drunk they wake too late to pray !
The Left brain can “with logic absolute the two-and-seventy jarring sects confute: -“ Right, sovereign alchemist, may in a trice Life's leaden metal into gold transmute. “For Is and Is-not Left with rule and line and UP-AND-DOWN by Logic does define,” of all that one should care to fathom, Right was never deep in abstracts to design.
In all “the seeds of wisdom” both would sow, each with her own hand conjurs it to grow: though this be bitter harvest most do reap ~ “I came like Water, and like Wind I go.”
“Alike for those who for TO~DAY prepare, and those that after a TO~MORROW stare, a muezzin from the tower of darkness cries : ‘Fools ! your reward is neither here nor there !’
Ah, make the most of what you yet may spend, before you too into the dust descend; dust into dust, and under dust, to lie, sans wine, sans song, sans s(w)inger and ~ sans end !”
Left sizes Glories of This World; while Right sighs for the Prophet's Paradise come right, Left takes the cash, and lets the credit go ! Who’d heed the rumbling distant drum tonight ?
And Left who “husbanded the golden grain,” and Right who “flung it to the winds like rain, alike to no such aureate earth are turn'd as, buried once, Men want dug up again.”
She, chaste, who s(l)aved for pension’s rationned crust, and He who chased to waste through greed and lust, alike must not forget to taste the spice of life before its blade is left to rust !
Retirement benefits are left unclaimed when Death, untimely, Fate’s sharp shafts has aimed, ~ how much of what remains by fiscal crush is lost – what cost to generations maimed !
Though Chance unhappy is too often blamed each makes his bed, and those who once were famed for vice or virtue now forgotten lie beneath the grass where once they, heedless, gamed. “And we, that now make merry in the room they left, and summer dresses in new bloom, ourselves must we beneath the couch of earth descend - ourselves to make a couch ~ for whom ?
The worldly hope most set their hearts upon turns ashes ~ or it prospers; and anon, like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two - is gone.
We are no other than a moving row of magic shadow-shapes that come and go round with the sun-illumined lantern held in midnight by the Master of the Show;
But helpless pieces of the game He plays upon this chequer-board of nights and days; hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, and one by one back in the closet lays.”
Left brain warp, weft, weaves patchwork into goal Right links the jump, or jumps the link to bowl Conformity as patterns into play Do come a dime a dozen, colour soul.
For Right, night brings rich dreams which ring a bell. For Left, a concept new to master well. For Right or Left it matters not a jot if happiness cannot be 'got' as well.
For high I.Q. or gift of second sight fail in the scales however smart or bright, if peace of mind, serenity, none find to burnish daily bind with inner light.
Yet inner light is what Life's all about ! Who cares a curse for economic clout ? as wallets fail but heart which true to self remains, for cash cares not, can conquer doubt.
Left brain or Right ? The one reaps what is sown remains tenacious, sometimes claims his own what Right brain stimulates though times be lean, - one schemes, replaces themes the other’s grown. Left brain or Right ? The one retains control, the latter’s best exploring jeux de rôle, one works his team’s ideas, the other teems with flashes filling ignorance’s hole.
Left brain or Right ? One works to build the whole from parts prenumbered or explicit goal, the other flouts conformity to find a missing link ~ or, maybe, begging bowl.
Fiction, fact, both in their way attract, ~ Left codifies, can plan, expand, extract, Right spans apparent contradictions, may through alchemy free essence pure, intact.
Left brain or Right ? Each plays a different pitch One seeks in process practice best, straight stitch , the other joys in spontaneity responds to setbacks with a humour rich.
Left brain or Right ? One seeks to ‘know it all’ the other answers ‘search’ itself, whose call can come from outside past experience ~ whence Left draws on for details great and small.
Right feels : “the Idols I have loved so long have done my credit in this world much wrong: have drown'd my glory in a shallow cup, And sold my reputation for a song.”
“Indeed, indeed, repentance oft before I swore - but was I sober when I swore ? And then, and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand my thread-bare penitence apieces tore .”
Right senses details will themselves in time from chaos sort themselves, to form a rhyme which music makes ~ cacophany to tame, ~ Left from fresh heights will ever seek to climb.
Left inches onwards, then momentum gains, Right finds but slight delight in careful pains, on tangents travels till the paradox should solve itself ~ though paradox remains ! One seeks through flair and application to compare, tear up, wear down, and try anew, ~ exploring intuitions one defies forgone conclusions, finding pastures new.
But what is new ? What might we rediscover which those before did in their time uncover ? What old is there where worlds in parallel the sands of Time with rime so swiftly cover ?
There is a Door to which Right finds no Key; There is a Veil through which Left might not see: ~ each needs the other in Life’s partnership to sail towards sweet serendipity.
While Left excels at logical attack. Right scouts beyond Life’s boring beaten track, both need autonomy for reasons they “within the tavern door” poor brains do wrack.
“A Hair perhaps divides the False and True; Yes; and a single Alif were the clue” ~ where Left sorts, grades the angels on a pin there Right sports, plays about their angles too !
“A hair divides” stark failure from success, straightjacket from a jacket straight, address Belgravian from grave where all lies rotten, ~ forgotten f(l)ame interred in the process.
Some here there are who daily fly a kite, who gaily persevere despite those tight vested interests, opposition to a new approach, disruptive, which just might
upset their applecart, who find delight in time-worn stale traditions, empty rite, reciting litanies to tease not ease those who would share their gifts, not parasite !
What fame is, what is doom, though, who foresees What choice reject, what opportunities we take, or take for granted, intervene converting wonder into energies
which harness intuitions to complete a chain of thought whose end few e'er do meet, combining much intangible to seek responses which Left’s world will help to beat.
The challenges we all embrace today, ~ together Left and Right may futures sway ~ yet now its time for rhyme to help poor male to understand why women lead the way !
Left brain or Right, man, maid, - what difference ! He seeks control ~ oft at his mate’s expense ~ While she for him is woman more than whim, won’t rock the boat except in self-defense.
Man thinks ‘I AM because I, man, do rule’ and woman ‘rules because she thinks’ ~ one school is based on sharing while the other would lose wood for trees, sees not that he’s Time’s fool !
While he will speak for everything to know, she’ll seek still more, lets life ring true, fill, grow. One is Left brain, the other Right ~ yet why is one left right behind, though more may s(h)ow.
She minds her peace, he gives her piece of mind. Unkind he stays, strays often, ~ should she mind ? She’s paradise, he’s dice parade between the knots he ties that she must then unwind.
She works her shift, he shifts his work to her He, shiftless, shifty, silky shifts will spur ! He preys on her where she for him would pray, - Her pay he’d tax where she’d life lax prefer !
She cares for kids, kids, where he cares to rest, before some sport, while she supports the rest ~ works both from nine to five and five to nine. He sports bright ties ~ light ties prefers the best ! She looks ahead while he, as head, looks on good looks ~ which in her book is more than wrong, regretting grass seems greener through the fence ~ defence of dreams is sold short, for a song !
He wields the axe, while she bears forty whacks, He thinks he wears the trousers though he slacks, He waxes wroth he needs, she kneeds the wax to fill the cracks and build long lasting shacks.
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