I have decided to add more strings to my violin, hence what follows is an example of where my mind wanders when it is underemployed, waiting for something.
An impression is a measurement of character based on the single yet complex concept of acceptability.
The assessment of a person based on an abstract concept of acceptability is not wholly impartial. It is influenced by the personal feelings, or taste, of the individual making that instant judgement. Therefore, it is my contention that most of all impressions are worthless.
It would then follows that all forms of criticism are wrong as being acceptable, or not, is nothing more than a form of fault-finding. Which leaves all measurements of social acceptability without any form of value.
But as value is at the very centre of society, so much so that ‘society’ could not exist without some sort of assessment of value, and what society evaluates equates to differing measurements of acceptability; the accepted measurement is therefore not only a fantasy but an upside down mythical one at that. It is without further question, nor debate— topsy-turvy! Thus, what is currently at the top should really be at the bottom and vice versa, what’s at the bottom should be at the top.
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If any of the above has disturbed your ideal
Then I apologise profusely for how I’ve made you feel
It’s only my opinion, an idea I shaped
When I ran from the mental home and thought I’d escaped
Unfortunately, I was caught and I’ve never been the same
Having to accept their assessment that I’m utterly insane.
© 2022, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
About Daniel Kemp
Daniel Kemp is a seventy-four-year-old member of The Society of Authors. He is also a bestselling writer. He writes stories that appeal to those who like challenging themselves to solve mysteries that are set out before their eyes.
His introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself!
On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic incident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden.
Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for six years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company.
All ten of his novels are now published by Next Chapter Publishing Company which has added an edition titled The Heirs And Descendants Collection, which holds all four books of that series, alongside an edition titled The Lies And Consequences Collection which contains all four volumes of that series.
He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed executive of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising his first novel.
He likes to write quotes and it's on Goodreads where you can find them--- https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/list/72612151 An example of these quotes opens his novel--Once I Was A Soldier:--There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
Wonderful! Your poem is sublime.
I am deeply touched, Cindy, thank you!
…and today is National Violin Day!
I wish I had thought of that! Brilliant idea 😛 😛 😛
A fascinating piece, Danny, and an interesting poem to end your thought process.
Ha, ha. I have so many weird thoughts when I’m waiting for something to happen,in this case, it’s the two novels I sent off for editing etc. So far I’ve seen one cover and that’s it! I know it takes time, nevertheless, it’s frustrating. I started another story but I got fed up with that one so I’ve shelved it for perhaps, another day. I’m left with doing things of no significance and no meaning. Thank you for liking it, Robbie. You must be as silly as me. 😛 😛