An Ode to Nikolas Tesla
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When the wind howls and the streeets are, well….slushy (not too romantic, huh? I mean “romantic” in the Mary Shelley sense, not in the Days of Our Lives sense), I like to sit in the chair with a good book. I fancy the creaky work of Poe, but occasionally when I am running this way and that, I will read Bible Verse or classical narrative poetry, as I can feel completely satisfied. There is a beginning, middle and an end for my soul to ponder that it does not receive from reading the short passages in Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader.
No offense to the great folks who compile the “UJBR.” There is a lot of interesting stuff in there, don’t get me wrong. However, the material in UJBR doesn’t lend towards philosophical pondering that extends through my daily walk or work.
Try this on for size:
Always it was light I yearned to provide,
radiance which would push back the darkened stillness,
and tear down the fear that lived within,
the scared child of perpetual illness,
who no longer wished to run and hide.
Recently, I discovered the work of Jonas Hyde. He is a real, live, breathing dude. In other words, if you read his stuff, you are giving support and encouragement to someone rather than just supporting the estate of someone who is no longer with us. Granted, I think its great for children and great grandchildren to get feedback about their relative’s work, but most of the folks I read tragically died in a gutter with no heirs, or they had dozens of kids but that was eight generations back and they are now a trivia question rather than a memory in someone’s life.
The passage is from O’ this Life (The final words of Nikola Tesla), written by Mr. Hyde. You can check out the thrilling conclusion at his eponymous website. Get your brandy snifter, slippers and smoking jacket ready. Oh, and your laptop. Until a book comes out.
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