Archive for January 2011

Pearl Investigates Poetry (“Going On Somewhere”)

January 16, 2011

Check it out!  “Going on Somewhere” by Karin Gustafson and Diana Barco.  (Cover painting by Jason Martin)  On Amazon!  Here’s the link.

PS–I am linking this to Funny Bunny Fridays at the Purple Treehouse on December 2, 2011.  I’m sorry it’s a shameless plug for my book of poetry, but Pearl really does seem to like it, and it’s now early enough to still shop for Christmas (but too early to post sleighbells)!

Also check out 1 Mississippi, a children’s counting book, and Nose Dive, comic teen mystery, also by Karin Gustafson (aka Manicddaily) and available on Amazon.    Thanks so much!   (Nose Dive will soon be on Amazon Kindle for 99 cents, so, if you have access, no excuse not to get it.   And it’s genuinely funny.)

Big Announcement! (Poetry Book – “Going On Somewhere” on Amazon)

January 14, 2011

 

After many glitches (some probably yet uncovered), my book of poetry Going On Somewhere is available for purchase on Amazon.  Here’s the link.

 

The wonderful interior illustrations for the poems are by Diana Barco, an artist, architect and social activist living in Colombia.  The cover painting (above) is by Jason Martin, an artist, hiker, sweet person, living in the Catskill Mountains.   They really are worth the price of the book (which is modest by today’s standards.)

 

The poems, of course, are mine. (Karin Gustafson)  Some you have seen if you follow this blog regularly; they are better edited in the book.  (I hope.)  And there are many others that you will not have seen.

 

There really is a painful side to finally getting a project to fruition.  It is a lot of work – not just artistic but bureaucratic–and the result (to the workers) may seem a bit slim.  But my sense is that those feelings are “writer’s remorse.”   It really is a lovely book, and I urge you to check it out.

 

I also want to thank all who’ve followed the poems on the blog and sent suggestions and encouragement.

 

 

PS  – Also check out 1 Mississippi on Amazon, my children’s counting book.  I was able to get the price lowered.  A great book for those who like elephants and numbers.

 

“Improvements” On the MTA (From Lonely Elephant’s View)

January 14, 2011

I happened to be on a nearly deserted subway car the other day.   This is an increasingly unusual circumstance on the New York City subway system; even on weekends, trains are jammed, and weekday evenings–forget about it.   (Yes, I did try to write that with slang spelling, but it looked weird coming from my computer.)

One problem with a deserted car is that the debris really shows up.

Without other passengers, however, there is plenty space to look at the signs.  A new series posted by the MTA itself gave me a clue as to why the system is so decrepit.

There is, for example, the sign detailing a seemingly new repair policy: “If it’s broke, fix it!”

The sign explains:  “instead of waiting to fix everything in a station at once, we’re fixing critical parts as soon as they need fixing.”

Wow!  What a great idea.   Fixing critical parts!  Instead of waiting for complete break-down!

“Can our buses go faster?  You bet!”

(Then, um, why don’t they?)

Another:  “Improvements don’t just happen.”

I’m concerned that they reversed some words on that one.  How about “just” and “don’t”?

PS – the above illustration is more iPhone art, which allows for endless iterations.  There, the elephant’s in a hoodie.  Here’s two earlier versions – it’s a bit like playing with paper dolls.

More on Obama’s Speech in Tucson – A Gift a la John Keats

January 13, 2011

John Keats' Tracing of Grecian Urn

The man has a gift.

He can wade through painful murk and leave a balm of clarity in his wake.  (No, he can’t change water into wine, but he sure can change whine into water.) 

Like many types of gifts, this one may not always be at Obama’s disposal.  He’s human, he gets bogged down and worn down.  But when he’s inspired, he’s inspirational.

It’s so interesting to compare Obama’s speech in Tucson with Palin’s delivered via Facebook earlier in the day.  I don’t mean here to express any particular animus towards Palin—she was speaking in a totally different context—an actual memorial service tends to bring out eloquence in a way that a home video does not.   Still, the differences are striking.  Even her calls to unity feel a bit like bludgeons—there is a defensive “or else” tone to her voice, and she seems to jump from catch phrase to catch phrase as if they were foothold rocks in a rushing steam.  (Unfortunately, some of these catch phrases, a/k/a ‘blood libel’ proved, like foothold rocks, to be a bit treacherous.)

Obama also uses age-old phrases at times—“a more perfect union”, references to Giffords’“updated version of government by the people, for the people, of the people.”   Even, I suppose, the remarks about rain puddles in heaven and the juxtaposition of the “hands over our hearts” has a certain very traditional rhetorical cleverness – but he manages to use these phrases in a way that is resonant and not catchy; he captures a kind of poetry.  This poetry not only has emotive force, but a certain rightness, the human mind (as noted by John Keats in his Ode to a Grecian Urn) seeking always to equate truth and beauty, beauty and truth.

It’s an amazing gift that Obama has, and that he gives us.

Obama’s Speech in Tucson

January 12, 2011

Just read the text of Obama’s speech in Tucson, and I take back everything snarky that I wrote in my prior post re references to prayer by politicians.  Yes, I was thinking, when I wrote that earlier post, about Sarah Palin’s references to prayer, more than Obama’s, but I still take it all back.   In the interests of not criticizing anybody (in the aftermath of Obama’s speech), I probably should just remove the post.

The text of Obama’s speech is incredibly moving; his references to scripture and prayer and life and death are poetic and beautiful and comforting and wise.    Here’s hoping people hear him.

 

PS – Here’s the link to the video of the truly wonderful speech.

Pray, Let it Be Silent.

January 12, 2011

Prayer Lapel Pin?

I, for one, am tired of being told to pray for people.

Wait.  Before you misunderstand me–I’m not against prayer.  I really would like all beings to be free from suffering.

(Okay, sorry, that sounds Buddhist;  let me broaden it.)

I really am not against–let me rephrase again–I am actively in favor of prayer:  religious prayer, private prayer, meditative prayer,  even group prayer (in a religious or quasi-religious setting, or as part of a shared ritual or genuine uprising of community emotion).

But I am getting really tired of political-speak prayer, tired of politicians asking or telling me about prayer.

One more backtrack--I don’t mean prayer in the midst of crisis especially the brief but heartfelt, “our thoughts and prayers.”)  And I don’t mean prayer or other spiritual references by a political figure at a memorial service or a religious or quasi-religious event, such as President Obama at the memorial service for the Arizona victims.

Such references to scripture and prayer in such a setting and moment can offer true and appropriate solace, comfort, poetry.

(I don’t even have a problem with prayer breakfasts, if seeking wisdom and accompanied by, you know, marmalade.)

What I’m balking at are prayers, and calls for prayer, used as major portions of political speeches and commentary.  (Okay, in order to be clear, I guess I’m talking about Palin here, and Beck, and others who seem to use prayer frequently to make political points.)

I am disturbed, in part, by the feeling that the God invoked is swayed by numbers–as if He or She makes decisions by petition, popularity contest, votes.  This is a notion that I find insulting both of God and of those whose prayers are not somehow answered (i.e. lots of people, lots of times.)

Please, I really am not saying people or a politician shouldn’t pray for a loved one or stranger, for the country or the planet. But the ubiquitous political use of prayer in a non-spiritual and politicized setting diminishes its gravity; references to prayer begin to feel like a litmus test, a new form of flag pin, one more codeword.

I pray not.  (Amen.)

Guns and Necklaces

January 11, 2011

Protective ring?

We live in a world full of fear, and of fearful prospects.

(Everyone says it, so it must be true, right?)

Certainly, we know an awful lot about fearful events these days.  I was just in Florida within hearing distance of my parents’ TV (half a mile away might be within hearing distance), and it seemed, even before the Giffords’ shooting, that there was an emergency breaking news story of violent crime–possible bomb here, shooting there–every few minutes.

In the face of fear, or perhaps in order to face fear, it’s pretty natural to look for a mechanism of control, some tool by which we can protect ourselves.  For many, that mechanism is a gun.

For others–i.e. me–that mechanism is a particular necklace.  No, I don’t want to choke anyone–I just make a point of wearing it every day.  You may not know it but that necklace has protected New York City from terrorist attack for over nine years now.

It is made of hollow silver balls, strewn together on a silver chain.  (It has a sentimental background relayed in another post.)  Its magical protections are unique, but, as I discovered on a recent trip to Taxco, Mexico, relatively similar looking necklaces are available by the storefront-full, albeit the ones in Taxco are brightly shiny while mine is clouded with tarnish/power.

I was shocked to realize as I arrived at my office today that I had somehow forgotten to wear it.  I quickly looped a wool scarf around my unprotected bare neck so that the collective fates that overlook both me and New York City would not notice the absence of those clouded silver balls.

I don’t know much about guns, but my sense is that some people like the idea of carrying one for reasons similar to my insistence on my necklace:  just in case.

One big difference, of course, is that my necklace could not do too much damage to myself or others.  (It would hurt my feelings if I lost it, but that’s about it.)

Crazy people could wear necklaces like mine with no problem at all.

Another big difference– I really do know that my necklace is (probably) not essential to New York’s protection.  I don’t fool myself that having lots of guns…errrr….necklaces around is any true shield.

Not A Great Time For Polemics

January 10, 2011

Anything You Say May Be Used Against You

Cards on the table.   I am in favor of gun control, against political vitriol;  neither guns nor catchy political hyperbole seem to promote a more peaceful society.   That said, Jared Loughner appears to be very disturbed.  It is hard to know what societal factors may set someone like that off.

That said, it is not a useful time for polemics;  the political infighting seems unmindful of the pain and loss of the victims, and, given the immediate leap to the backlash, not useful for the promotion of any particular cause.

Sadness Out of Arizona

January 9, 2011

Freedom of Expression? (Fired up, untethered, armed.)

Sad Evening for Arizona and U.S. – Caught in the Cross Hairs

January 9, 2011

 

Attempted Portrait of Gabrielle Giffords

 

I haven’t followed the lives and careers of Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords or Federal Judge John Roll, much less that of the unnamed nine year old girl, all downed in the terrible shooting today in Tucson, Arizona.  I am sorry not to have paid more attention.

I haven’t yet been able to read much about Roll, but I find something extremely likeable in Giffords’ countenance; a friendliness, a lack of vanity, a straightforward intelligence.  (I think I may feel particularly drawn to her because she looks like she has the thin, overly-flat, hair that has dogged me my whole life.)

One can’t help but feel that the shooting was politically motivated;  the shooter (and possible accomplices) certainly may have lacked general emotional or mental stability, but the particular objects (liberal politicians) and means (guns) seem to be inspired by specific elements of political vitriol.   Giffords, in particular, had been metaphorically targeted by conservative groups for some time.  (She was, for example, one of those politicians depicted in the cross-hairs on conservative maps of districts to be won, propounded by those like Sarah Palin.)    Of course, none of those groups meant for this to happen;  I am genuinely sure that they are truly saddened.    Still terrible.