Homer’s (the blind man’s) poetry as seen by helmut s.
Comparison criteria consisted of
specific values or values that fell
within a set of defined limits,
which Deborah didn’t have.
Therefore, he looked and searched
and by comparison he thought to find
some criteria to use to filter his list
of Deborah who had been giving away
what others sold at the corner
Computed criteria consisted of a value
or values that did not exist within the list.
But what about Deborah’s values
She could have been very rich if she
always had charged just a couple of bucks.
…breakfast with Cronus…
for breakfast Cronus stops by
to see at how his sons are doing.
neither Zeus nor Poseidon are surprised
by seeing the cloud of light,
shot through with lightning,
and the strong wind from the turbines,
a vision which Ezekiel could only describe
as a great chariot pulled by four strong beasts,
who were similar to the carvings
on the palace gates of Babylon.
Ezekiel also said each of the wheels rolled
in a different direction from the others.
And Ezekiel had never seen any
turbines or solid-fuel-rockets therefore
all he could say was:
The beating of the creatures’ wings was deafening
it sounded like rushing waters,
like the voice of Shaitan,
a voice like a storm,
like the noise of a camp.
yet Cronus’ sons are not surprised
about their father’s mode of transportation,
they envy his toys, their father’s technology.
Hades shows much interest
he wants to get his hands on one of Cronus’
“To tally the bodies, to keep record of the souls,
to filter out the stained ones,
the cleaned ones… !
the burned ones!” so he says.
“My son be patient wait till high noon —
in less than three thousand earthling years
everybody will be equip-
ped with computers able to do
your kind of spread- sheet —
listen by high-noon I get you your own PC.”
he watches the games at the beach,
sponsored by a brewery and a tobacco company,
whilst his sons are arguing about the next moves.
Their deathless spirits warring against each other.
they are inventing more mortal pains
for all their seasoned heroes under the themes of
“No pain – No gain!” and “It bleeds – it leads!”
Without a computer, including the lap-
top she left at the store, he simply
valued her mere existence.
She had aged since their last
being together at Genoveses,
prior to their last Jetty Road outing.
Back then he was in the candle
business too, burning them
daily on both ends.
The values were calculated from
data stored within the list.
Deborah back then was between
jobs and for the summer was sharing
not only the stationwagon, which wasn’t
hers, but also the motel rooms and guys
they lived in and on and off, she and her
roommate the waitress.
Criteria ranges held the criteria used to
filter a list in the advanced filter command.
Now had that been before or after
she had turned commune – ist?
Without a computer and running a
spellcheck he knew he was
spelling list right with an “U”
after the “L”. And his “I” was capital
and solely motivated by his Lust.
He did not filter out,
that all had changed and
she had become a capitalist.
Pivoting tables, where interactive.
Worksheet tables allowed
him to summarize and analyze
data stored in a list. Using drag
and drop features, he could
rearrange and organize data.
He did not notice how the tables
had turned and in “her” car he was
at her disposal unless he wanted
to walk through the forest back to his car.
He used to know, that Criteria ranges,
never mind which were all set up the same
way: He inserted several blank rows
at the top of the worksheet. Then his
fingertips searched and found where
above the blank the column-labels were,
waiting to be used. In the rows
below the column labels, that’s
where the criter -ia was to be inserted.
Provided he remembered
what he wanted to match,
he used the Advanced Filter
command from the Data menu,
Filter submenu, displaying rows
conditions he had specified.
Advanced filter commands enabled
him to filter data by using a criteria
range to display only the rows
that met all the criteria he specified.
Much was hidden some locked away
with passwords only he knew.
Bent-over-forward for her he was
checking connections at her
apartment’s VCR and cam-
corder. For she wanted to use it,
he hooked it up, as a favor,
she was making him a cup of tea,
who did not look up from what he was
doing. Until he heard her sweet voice
teasing him: “Did you turn gay or what?”
Now he saw what he came for,
she had dressed up, to a nothing
of a see-through-gown. He acknowledged
her gone fishing for compliments, struggling
to escape the new socks still tight
around his calves. He floated into her
open arms, the zeppelin losing air, when she
begged him to be gentle and a small loan
to help her defray costs like her latest
credit card bill. How could he stop now?
“How much?” he asked, while
Hers formed the words,
“A couple of hundred
Risking to walk back to
After the initial discomfort,
he had the guts to confess
he didn’t have so much money,
…and after all,
that he would be more desperate
for a small loan himself.
They started to compare
what they each had whereby
she had it made with free
rent, a monthly check from
the shop, gifts from men
and her boss, a company car
and everything else.
“Too much!” he said.