Month: October 2017

Two Souls

Upon a night so lovely and dear,
Stood two souls who knew no fear.
For a time, yes, the world stood still,
Looking into each other’s eyes they took their fill.
The world was not worthy to behold this sight,
Yet it will not even remember this one night.
When arm held in arm they walked about,
The whole company they’d locked out.
This parade didn’t continue its reign,
As they were not seen from again.

Phenomenal

Since I have been using the Scandinavian Journal of Management to research several topics in my courses, I have come across a lot of philosophy that I am not familiar with, even though I took several philosophy courses in my undergrad days.  The philosophy which I am referring to is phenomenology.  So, rather than discard the articles from SJM for not knowing this particular vein, I have given myself over to delving into many readings in phenomenology.  I am starting with Hegel and working forward.  Now, I will become no expert, but I will have a greater understanding and appreciation for what the authors are referring to.  I have found that European management journals are rife with philosophy, whereas many that I have read from this side of the pond are not.  I figured that I can run down this rabbit hole for a while and get the acclimation I need in order to appreciate some of the works from the Copenhagen Business School

Two Souls Who Knew No Fear

Upon a night so lovely and dear,
Stood two souls who knew no fear.
For a time, yes, the world stood still,
Looking into each other’s eyes they took their fill.
The world was not worthy to behold this sight,
Yet it will not even remember this one night.
When arm held in arm they walked about,
The whole company they’d locked out.
This parade didn’t continue its reign,
As he was not seen from again.

Flaxen Sapphireal Gaze

Twilight pressed upon them with a slow chill
Just outside of the mead-hall stealing time
Granted but a moment to have their fill
In a hug found only in Skaldic rhyme

Though the stars began to make their eyes weary
Eddaic tales and laughs kept them awake
Striding mew-perched bison now seemed bleary
In poetic honor he now’ll partake

With sky now tossed into the depth of night
He finally let go of his Fay-so-fair
Mightier in mead than any known wight
Freyjan glances was all that she could share

Enthralled, he left longing about for days
Ellfrydah’s flaxen sapphireal gaze