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  The Time Arrow (occasioned by the death of Martin Amis) based on physics (1), Scott Fitzgerald (2) and the late Martin Amis (3) (4) (1) In the realm where time's arrow flies, A concept captivating our curious eyes, We ponder its essence, its endless sway, The symphony of moments in its rhythmic play. Thermodynamic arrow, ever unwinding, Entropy's dance, in nature's binding, From ordered past to a chaotic domain, A journey from structure to disarray's reign. Cosmological arrow, vast and profound, Expanding cosmos, its grandeur unbound, The universe's canvas, where matter takes flight, As density wanes, embracing cosmic light. Psychological arrow, our memories keep, A treasure trove of moments, etched deep, The past we embrace, in our mind's embrace, While future's veil shrouds in mystery's lace. Causal arrow, quantum's secret hold, Where cause sparks effect, stories unfold, From particles' dance to reality's birth, A tapestry woven, their de...

    Oh Quentin, oh Quentin, what a conundrum you've spun. Your movies are great, but there's one thing that's begun To make folks upset, it's the word you love to use It's a word that some folks think should be given a diffuse It's the N-word, it's a word that makes some folks grind And you use it with glee, it's a word of your own kind Some folks say it's not right, but you don't seem to mind And in every film you make, it's there all the time But oh Quentin, oh Quentin, we must have some fun Your reign of cinema, it hasn't yet begun To end, for your movies, they're a cinematic delight So let's not get too serious, let's just enjoy the sight So let's put aside the word, and just enjoy the show And let the cameras roll, and let the laughter flow For your movies are great, they're a one-of-a-kind treat So let's all grab some popcorn, and enjoy the cinema seat.

In the realm of thought, where giants divide, Continental and Analytic, side by side, Russell and Heidegger, their paths collide, Each with their own critique, none could hide. "Obscure and eccentric," Russell chides, Heidegger's thoughts, where language abides, Yet in his question, darkness resides, Why beings exist, and not nothing besides? Through the mist of terms, where meaning hides, Heidegger seeks the truth of the tides, Of Dasein's nature, in presence it glides, In beings, their thatness and whatness, he guides. Two worlds of thought, a chasm so wide, Continental and Analytic, they coincide, In the heart of philosophy's great divide, Where wisdom and folly forever reside. Heidegger's Hut, a refuge, a shrine, In the Black Forest, where silence aligns, With Being and Time, his work defines, A quest for the essence that underlies. Yet shadows of the past, they intertwine, The stain of Nazism, a mark malign, Heidegger's legacy, forever confined, To a ...

  Dziś w operze królewskiej In Arcadian fields where shepherds roam, And nymphs delight in nature's home, Galatea, a semi-divine fair, Is in love with Acis, a shepherd rare. But her passions are ignited by the birds, So she sings "Hush, ye pretty warbling quire!" without any words, To silence the sounds that make her heart sing, And help her focus on her beloved's loving. Damon, Acis's friend, provides counsel wise, Singing "Love in her eyes sits playing" with his melodious sighs, As the young lovers meet and sing "Happy we", Echoed by the chorus, in joyful harmony. But the pastoral mood is broken by a chorus dire, "No joy shall last," they warn with fearful desire, For Polyphemus, a giant, jealous and cruel, Is coming with rage and vengeance, a powerful fuel. Polyphemus sings "I rage, I melt, I burn", Part-comic, part-furioso, in his jealous yearn, For Galatea, who spurns his love with disdain, While Acis and Damon try to w...

Juliette, a beauty of the Riviera shore, Flirtatious and free, the town's talk and more. Her spirit untamed, her reputation wild, Traditional values she refused to abide. Many men courted her, but none could compare, To Antoine, the man who stole her heart and dared. He worked in her brother's garage, simple and true, Their love defying the norms of what society knew. But Antoine's family disapproved of their love, While Eric, a wealthy man, threatened to shove. He owned the property where Antoine's family resided, Threatening eviction if their relationship wasn't divided. Christian, another man, became jealous of Antoine, Following them to the beach, where his intentions were not benign. He tried to rape Juliette, but she managed to flee, Defying the men who wished to control and oversee. At a party, Eric tried to kiss her, but she slapped him instead, Proving that Juliette's spirit could not be easily led. Antoine and Juliette decided to escape and be free, Dr...

  Czatkowe wierszowanie In the summer sun on the French Riviera, Cécile basked in the freedom of her days, With father Raymond and his mistress, Elsa, Their idyllic life a sun-kissed, carefree phase. But Anne, a friend, arrived with intellect, Disapproving of their ways and their delight, Cécile feared her presence would affect Her father's life and bring an end to their respite. As jealousy took root in Cécile's heart, She plotted to break Anne and Raymond apart, Her manipulations led to tragic art, And tears streamed down her face with a broken heart. No longer a child, but still afraid to lose, Her father, someone she thought she knew, She cried for love she never fully knew, And bid adieu to her summer of "Bonjour Tristesse" anew.

  At first, I was angry when my friends would say That voting's not worth it, and they'd stay away But lately, Kazik Staszewski made it clear He won't be voting, and I can see why, I fear There's simply no one to vote for, it seems No good options to fulfill our dreams But if we all abstained, then what would we do? Our democracy would crumble, it's true It's like a categorical imperative, they say To ensure democracy, we must vote, come what may But that argument falls short, for people will still go Even if we don't, democracy will still flow It all comes down to the individual's choice To vote or not, it's a risky throw of the dice Yet in ancient Athens, and briefly under Duda's reign Some believed that lottery was a more democratic game And in India, arranged marriages are praised For life itself is a lottery, they're amazed From the individual's perspective, every choice we make Is a gamble, a risk we must undertake So should we vote...

Amidst the conflict and the strife, The West has shown remarkable life, United in defense of Ukraine, Against Russia's power-hungry reign. But has this unity come at a cost, Of influence and external exhaust? A question posed in a new poll, With answers that may take a toll. Western public opinion still stands strong, Against Putin's rule and his wrongs, Majority sees Russia as a foe, Reducing fossil fuel dependence as the way to go. The West's renewed power has been noted, By non-Western nations, feeling devoted, To seeing the West as a single entity, With policies that lack much diversity. But a gap still remains in perception, About the state of the world's direction, Less than 10% believe in a U.S. dominated future, Multipolar world is the vision of the many, not fewer. As the conflict rages on in Ukraine, And nations take their sides in the main, The world awaits with bated breath, What kind of order will come after this test.

Innocent am I, of the war's great strife, Though the radio waves carried words rife, Gliwice's station may have been the source, But I, Franciszek Dolas, bear no remorse. If I am blamed for the world's turmoil, Let it be known, it was not my toil, Accidentally, if I caused such harm, I plead for forgiveness, with no alarm. For I am but a simple man, Trying to live the best I can, Rhyming words to express my heart, Hoping my innocence, you won't depart.

  Achebe In Nigeria's land, where the sun burns bright, And the Igbo people lived with all their might, A warrior named Okonkwo rose to fame, With his strength and courage, and his warrior's name. He was a man of pride, of power, and of wealth, Who followed tradition and the ways of his health, And rose to lead his people with might, In a world that was yet to face its plight. For the winds of change were soon to blow, As the white man arrived with a different flow, With their guns and bibles and their ways of life, That threatened the Igbo people's strife. Okonkwo saw this as a great threat, To his people's ways, and their cultural debt, He tried to resist the white man's hold, But soon found himself alone in the fold. The white man came with promises of light, Of a new religion, of a new sight, And the Igbo people, confused and lost, Began to see the white man's cost. Their language, their customs, their very soul, Began to crumble under the white man's co...

  Kate Forbes thought she had it all, To lead the Scottish Nation, But her views on social issues, Brought her to her present station. Against same-sex marriage, Gender self-identification too, Her beliefs are not in line, With the party and its crew. In just 48 hours time, Her campaign was on the brink, With little hope to carry on, Her leadership dreams did shrink. It goes to show that honesty, Is not always the way to win, Especially when your views, Are not the same as those within.

The scandal of pedophilia from the day before, And yesterday's argument over Pope John Paul II, Remind us that the elections have begun once more, But will they truly bring change, or just déjà vu? If the Civic Platform wins, it'll be a moral victory, But there'll be complete immobilization in sight, All their initiatives will be blocked by the President's authority, And the country will plunge deeper into the night. I used to call him "Długopis" with disdain, But now it seems he doesn't even listen to PiS, Tusk won't be heard at all, that's plain, And even the Constitutional Court is acting amiss. Ironically, we have checks and balances in place, But it's either freedom securing freedom or "rejtanizm", Or as the Americans say, "filibusterism", Or perhaps we're institutionalizing Polish political anarchism. We're returning to something Kaczyński fought against, And he'll probably admit defeat with a sigh, But am ...