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Word of the Day:  February 11, 2019   Ratiocination noun: rat-ee-oh-suh-NAY-shun   Definition 1 : the process of exact thinking : reasoning 2: a reasoned train of thought Did You Know? Edgar Allan Poe is said to have called the 1841 story "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" his first "tale of ratiocination." Many today agree with his assessment and consider that Poe classic to be literature's first detective story. Poe didn't actually use ratiocination in "Rue Morgue," but the term does appear three times in its 1842 sequel, "The Mystery of Marie Roget." In "Marie Roget," the author proved his reasoning ability (ratiocination traces to ratio, Latin for "reason" or "computation"). The second tale was based on an actual murder, and as the case unfolded after the publication of Poe's work, it became clear that his fictional detective had done an amazing job of reasoning through the crime.  

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SILENCE

SILENCE

SILENCE In silence, some time ago. I pledged an oath to the sky. That when starless, I'll shine still, with a heart As bright as the sun.   I did forget, That when the storm raged, Even the sun failed To stand against the dread of its fall.   In loud cries now, I yell curses at tides unknown. I sing wailings to the flight of hope. Revisiting the memories of tales untold. To weep anew, for the death of love. I cry.   But not for long. For without hope dies the longing for things forgone. An interregnum to last forever. Without hope comes peace.   With an acceptance, Of the things that are. A love for stillness and the weight which is a loss, we've lost.   So, in silence, once again. I'll pledge, To forever, like the sky, remain in bliss with a heart as bright As the sun. to love you still. Oblivious of the starlessness of dawn.

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WIND IN A RAINSTORM

WIND IN A RAINSTORM

WIND IN A RAINSTORM Like the wind, dancing wild In a rainstorm. Honey is alive, When the world drops dead. He once sang to me With a sore throat It WASN'T nice. But I'll pay to hear it again. He'd laugh at me For crying; The world makes me Do that sometimes. He'd laugh at himself For crying; We do that together, Then laugh all night. Like a wind dancing wild In a rainstorm, Honey bought a cake, When we lost a friend. We cried, Laughed, Ate some cake And did it all, All over again. ...........    

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DEAD MAN

DEAD MAN

Dead man, Stay buried while the seeds grow. You're dead, you needn't become a scarecrow. Do not scare them off, let the birds eat. Eat off the plants as they grow. Dead man, When the birds have eaten to their fill Rise then, destroy what's left of the seeds So, from the abundance of loss, we could have a feast. But Dead man, After this, You mustn't stay confined. Sail down to Heaven and smoke a roll with Marley, down a street in Holy Ville, give a song to Kuti. Tell them how lucky they are to be alive, while the rest of us die on this plane. Then, Dead man, Leave!! Heaven can wait. fly up to hell and tell the Devil a Joke; of how men think him defeated and weaker than most. Go on then and live, Dead man. You're luckier than most of us.   Portrait by  Tomasz Alen Kopera. Go on, Like and comment  Share it  and don't forget  to follow @istoryng on  instagram, facebook and twitter.

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