B F Moloney Poems, eBook Excerpts and a Miscellany
B F Moloney grew up in Sydney Australia, travelled some, studied some and has worked a variety of jobs. In egress amongst everything has been writing. Below are the links to where his eBooks are currently for sale.
As an atheist I am indeed delighted to live my life in
Australia without God being a part of it. I have no need to evangelize this, as
I imagine that my everyday person, warts and all, is no different to that of
believers. In a less tolerant society I would live the same, though I might
feign belief just to please the oppressors.
Good without God? Morality's Foundations Crumble in the
Absence of Christianity
Peter Hitchens ABC Religion and Ethics 3 Dec 2014
I would concur a little with Paul. While God is alive in active
minds everything is permissible, though not always useful. As human knowledge
has grown with the secular ages so the boundaries of human behaviour have been
pushed further away from the tribal times of Paul. God, the ultimate father, is
thus being pulled by us humans into ever deeper complexities of love and its apparent
antibodies, neurosis, psychosis and hate. If God truly exists God cannot be
prohibitive, but humans will always be. Without God freedom without boundaries is
too hot to handle. In the end
prohibition is a matter of conscience, the closest aspect of the psyche I can
think of which creates a connection with God, or if no God, the effervescent
If God is Dead; Nothing is Permissible: Some Thoughts on
Secularism by Peter Rollins
December 12, 2014
Having read “A Vow of Celibacy’ published in the Australian 15/12/14 I wish to direct a comment
to Archbishop Fisher.It is nice to
quote Tim Gunn, Lady Gaga, Isaac Newton and others who, on having chosen a
celibate life, are not to be feared by the general public. And yes celibacy can
be enriching for some. A celibate can feel free of concupiscence but not feel
diminished in life. But I emphasise choice. To be a Catholic priest means
choosing celibacy because it a condition set down by the Church. There is no
choice to be not celibate while serving as a Catholic priest. The ideal of
celibacy is obviously physically unrealistic for many priests. Not many priests
are able to live as idealised saints. The Church’s biggest problem is its
idealism. It is doomed to fail while priests are ordained as no longer ‘merely
human’.I will never believe we have
seen the end of child sexual abuse by priests.But I agree with you on one point. The Church puts its reputation before
children who have suffered at the hands of it. You say this but so what.Nothing will change. The Church lost its way
as soon as it became a corporation. Jesus, if he ever did make a second coming,
would be appalled. And I dare say he’d be clearing out the Vatican and handing
back its riches to the poor it was supposed to work for in the first place.
Why do I write?
Knowing I'm a B author.
Let me find some ways -
I like it.
Should I write formula
To gain some attention?
I'm not good enough.
I shall stick with what I know
I was born into Catholicism I'll have you know
Into alcoholism I'll have you know
And sad though this background is
It is a resource.
Horace said write to entertain
Write to teach
But how to do this well
Not badly, not to preach
And yet I have no right to say so
No right to have an opinion
On my output
As it stands in the dead zone.
And on the 'morrow
Nothing will change
But my need to get on with it.
After I've done the chores
And done procrastinating
As the cliche goes
I feel a different kind of alive
To the everyday of normality
Because what I start
Has no end that I surmise
Until I get there.
And sometimes I am surprised
To find I imagined something
I didn't know I had.
Horace was right
I've put down words
That's taught me something
Of a thinking
I wasn't aware of
And why not share it
If I feel that what I've learnt
Is good enough in fiction
When I find an audience
For them to be entertained.
The fashionable recolouring of tongues from pink to white is
a growing phenomenon that is taking talking to an even higher level. The person
on the street might be undecided on the merits of tongue bleaching, but as
demand for it increases, more will seek it. At present it is just a matter of
cost. Online surveys show that many who do not have the funds for tongue
bleaching would have it done if they could. Self esteem coaches are quoted as
saying that white tongues are needed. Precedents have already been set. Anal
bleaching is quite fashionable amongst the groovy, and head hair has been bleached
for many years. Coated tongues, the forerunner to bleached tongues are still generally
accepted, but natural whiteness is losing its appeal. Not enough coverage. The
necessary tongue whitening drugs are already available on the shelves of
exclusive high street stores, and future government subsidies should make tongue
bleaching an affordable option for everyone; an initiative designed to complement
the increasing demand for appearance alterations. In a more exposed society bleached
tongues will inevitably become the norm. A bleached tongue is most appealing. Such
a tongue will be the recommended gateway to purity and inner beauty. It’s what
people really want.
According to white tongue theory people can’t be themselves without
having sex appeal. When white tongued people expose themselves while talking, they
are more likely to gain the approval of family, friends and peers. Soon they’ll
be attracting lovers. And white skinned people are known to be the keenest in
this regard. However it would be easy think that since white tongues mean perfection,
white skin is naturally perfect. But what if the person who wants their tongue
bleached is dark or yellow skinned? Should they be discriminated against? Will
this phenomenon lead to a new kind of racism? According to the white tongue theory
the colour of one’s skin bears no relation to workings of the tongue; the tongue
should be bleached because the tongue is the gateway to pure thinking, a pure
tongue means a pure and godly mind, separate from the body. Skin colour is
irrelevant. What is inside, in the mind, is what really counts. White is the
colour of speech’s freedom. According to the theory, when the tongue is successfully
bleached the dark side of the person’s nature is accordingly creamed, for words
spoken have new meaning, and according to marketing prophets, this new meaning will
whitewash any jaundiced attitudes and skewed thinking.
The first person to explore the possibilities of tongue bleaching
is the mysterious scientist and necromancer Darryl Dharma. Back in the 80’s Dharma
was an obscure thinker living in a one bedroom council flat with his parents. Since
childhood he’s been obsessed with the possibilities of his mind. He read
Descartes over breakfast. After puberty this obsession extended to his awkward body.
A discomfort grew over the split between his mind and his body. This led Dharma
to the idea of unifying his mind and body in a single presence of purity; inspired
by the logic of the Trinity, but less one.
Let it be said that the only thing that really matters is
matter. Who said that? Johnny. He’s a deep thinker who spends his salad mental days
writing down his deepest thoughts. He’d like to get his thoughts printed on
paper and published one day. He’s in the so-called aspirational class. So
what’s Johnny been thinking? Well, he’s been thinking he’s nothing more than matter
and or either also even as well as substance. A complicated piece of substance
true, probably the most complex there is, him being a ‘conscious-of-himself’
human, but nevertheless still substance. He does things when he’s got the
energy, and when he’s got the energy he does things. Doing and energy are to
him the working substance of his substance. Maybe when he’s energy and he does
things with energy, his energies clash within his body and he is matter. He’s
been thinking that perhaps the atoms of such things could do with his splitting.
And then there will be less of him to split; and then less and less. Johnny
would like to do that. Keep splitting his body so he can unmake himself, until
ultimately he’ll be just an unnameable substance, and with his mind looking on.
Those who reckon spirits and souls exist wouldn’t like what
Johnny is planning to do. But Johnny always says fek ’em. Let them try and stop
me. He knows what his substantial reality is about and pooh to anyone who
thinks differently. They’re never going to change his mind. His matter comes
first. It’s all that matters. Ha Ha. He’s a physical guy; he’s mind-flesh, in
that his senses tell him about what’s going on around him while he is touching
his body. He’s saying that it’s his inner side getting out and about in the
surrounding world. He touches his girlfriend’s body. He’s made lots of love.
Made some war too. So long as an experience creates tangible matter. His senses
like it, and so does his mind.
Johnny’s wondering what is beyond his cells, nuclei and
atoms. Beyond his matter. His mind says there’s something, it. By unmaking
himself Johnny reckons he might find out. But then, who would know about it?
Nobody’s got back from death and reported their experiences. It’s going to be
the same problem. How far can too far go, just to prove a point? And will
Johnny be almost nothing except mind; or nothing at all? From nothing comes
nothing and from nothing there is the rest of everything that Johnny hopes for.
His mind says so. He’s a package, more or less. Wrapped up in himself basically.
It keeps him from disappearing into the four elements. He’s been with air and
fire but they didn’t unmake him. They remade him. He doesn’t like his scars.