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Miscalculate


JoelJosol
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Calculations assess risks invisible

in a horizon where a quiet sea can be deceitful

and dead bodies do not yet bob about directionless.

 

Some sail forward fully armed with numbers,

their visual map unlittered yet

with overcast clouds and spray of sea.

 

Miscalculations overflood rooms with error

before anyone in it can come out within

the safety margins and known tolerances.

 

How does one measure the deviation? Count

each distinct voice buried in the black box.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

hi joel glad to hear your ok. did you know anyone on the fairy boat. this poem the ending echos there calls for help. im sure many died instantantly from the boats capsize. my prayers and well wishes go out to your beautiful country.

 

victor aka larsen

 

btw i sent you a private message.

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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goldenlangur

Hi JoelJosol,

 

Your use of factual details makes more poignant the deaths your describe : "Calculations assess risks, Miscalculations, deviation, safety margins and black box". You succeed in showing how nothing can stop the might of nature when it strikes that in a way human endeavors to "risk assess", "calculate", render safe are well and truly overrun by the unpredictable and uncontrollable forces of nature. And yet, there are always victims:

 

 

JoelJosol wrote:

 

How does one measure the deviation? Count

each distinct voice buried in the black box.

 

 

Tragic and poignant.

 

Prayers for those who died, who are still lost and those who survived and are haunted by their experience.

 

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra

As always Joel, you know so good to write such of hard dedicated poem. Very sad happening and sad and hard poem. Very well written with moving expressions.

 

All prayers goes there

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Thank you, Larsen, GL, and Aleks.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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I'm humbled, Tink.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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Golden makes a great point about the factual details. They also convey a disconnected feeling that one probably has when he makes actuarial calculations -- a feeling of being detached from tragedies themselves.

 

I wonder if the word it in the third stanza should be them?

Miscalculations overflood rooms with error

before anyone in
them
can come out within

the safety margins and known tolerances.

I like the sentiments conveyed by the title and the concise form of this poem, too.

 

Tony

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Good catch, Tony! I will correct that.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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