Archive for December 2011

Doesn’t Quite Feel Like Christmas Despite Sense of Extra Pounds- Gifts of Experience

December 12, 2011
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Not Quite Feeling It Despite All This And More

The only thing that feels to me like a credible sign of the onslaught of Christmas is the certainty that I will soon be putting on some extra pounds.

The above remark is equally true if I substitute the words “holiday season.”

It just doesn’t feel very holiday-y.

Partly it’s the weather; partly it’s because the season is already so worn out.   (The decorations that felt premature on Halloween seem suddenly a bit old hat.)

But mainly, it’s the shopping (and more shopping).  Even if I could afford either mentally or financially to buy a bunch of presents, neither me nor mine have any place to put the stuff.  (Every once in a while, it would be nice to be able to jam shut a closet door.)

I also get these self-righteous feelings of denial on the part of the Planet.

So my current plan is to buy experiences as gifts.

(You thought I was going to say to make a gift donation to charity, didn’t you?  And such donations are great, but they don’t always satisfy the gift imperative either for the donor or for the non-recipient–that is, the person on whose so-called behalf you are sponsoring the turtle, orangutan, heifer or bee hive.)

By gift of experience–I mean, a gift of tickets to the theater, a movie or concert.  Or maybe a dinner out, museum admission, flight ticket; ski lift ticket, bowling alley entrance!

The idea is to give something (i) that doesn’t use up space, and (ii) actually benefits the local economy.   And, if you are lucky, you too can partake of the gift–i.e. eat out with your donee!    (Forget the extra pounds!)

PS – My exception to this newly-decided policy is the gift of books.  Particularly, my new comic novel, Nose Dive, by Karin Gustafson, illustrated (terrifically) by Jonathan Segal. Or alternatively, Going on Somewhere (poetry) or 1 Mississippi (children’s picture book).  Check the out!  (And many thanks!)

Mag 95- “Futility-Ha!” Mired in Schadenfreude, With Elephant

December 11, 2011

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When I saw the photo prompt of Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales this week–a wonderful painting/photo of a swimmer partly buried in sand, my brain filled instantly with heavy poems.  But in the midst of a sun-filled walk, silliness came to mind, and, true to nature, I opted for that:

Futility-Ha!

The fledgling surrealist, mired in schadenfreude, built his
scene with greyed hues and competitive passion–
Take that, Dali, with your dribble of melting clocks, your
self-referential facial hair; your stinking thrown arched cat–

He sniffed.
And you, de Chirico,
forget the portentous shadows–
he darkened
the outlines of empty rowboat– that grandiose
trapped geometry, I’ll
show
you Futility.

A moment bent towards the palette,
milking color.  What he sought was
the suggestive but mysterious, just a touch
of squeamish–wrinkles in caught
flesh: I’ll put my oar in now, ha ha!
(The tenor of that laugh was getting worrisome, thought the
studio assistant, scurrying for more turp.)

A person chest-swallowed in sand, a nearby boat, parked
boat, sober waiting
boat–  So much for Rimbaud–dab dab–(a muted blue
that should be steel filled the inner keel)– and it will be my passenger
who is sunk
and not the ship; the actor, the observer both, an
image to get stuck from
shore to shore-

To turn up the volume (as it were),
he bared the dim-pale back, turned shoulders
to swimmer’s rounds,
sculpted with cylindrical precision (but unclear
detail) a bathing cap.

Profundity, eh! he grinned, the assistant quietly
checking the studio door–sometimes he locked it
from the inside–
And you, Magritte!  How do you like
them apples?

P.S.  A few side notes: the creator of the true image (without elephant) is Mostafa Habibi, who, to the best of my knowledge, has no beef with Salvador Dali, Giorgio diChirico, Arthur Rimbaud, or Rene Magritte, all of whom I admire greatly.

P.P.S. – if you like silliness, please please please check out my new silly, but fun, teen novel, Nose Dive, by Karin Gustafson, illustrated (terrifically) by Jonathan Segal.   On Amazon.  When you’re there–take a look at Going on Somewhere (poetry) or 1 Mississippi (elephants).  Thanks much!

Blindness/Poetry/ Fabric of Lives – “Against the Weave”

December 10, 2011

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DVerse Poets Pub has a lovely prompt today, hosted by Victoria C. Slotto, broadly based on quilting, the fabric of one’s life, as a means of self-expression, art, beauty (as well as warmth).   My poem below is about a blind relative who actually made the rug depicted above.  (Please note that the poem itself is fictional!  Also that it’s a draft!   (NOTE – December 13–I’ve done a revised version of the poem below which may be found here.)

Against the weave

The convulsive flicker
could just hook onto the gap
between white and black but
other spectral shifts–
cadmium to indigo to green–
could not be seen, nor shapes–
except for looming or not there–so
he chose his shades by smell mainly: some washed
with the saltiness of fresh ham, others imbued with a slight
must, a corner of the
barn where the planks rotted.
An occasional skein smelled
new mown while another whispered of water
silken with suds.  Others
he could barely stand to sniff, their acrid
sharpness testifying to strong dyes, the warp
of a fresh uniform–he remembered
when his brothers had gotten
away–or even the diluted stink
of slaughtering pen.

There were colored yarns too and webs
of cloth that he twisted before weaving–
their original patterns–the chintz or pink
geometry–converted on his cellar loom to
a knotted crisscross, stripes
that would hold up to years
of sun or shadow, feet and floor.

His shirt was always buttoned
to the chin, belt loops puckered,
eyelids fluttering beneath a pale high
forehead that seemed, nonetheless, compressed
as if trying hard to focus all
that could not be seen.
But meeting him one would look
at the large knuckled hands (turning
from eyes, forehead).  Hard to realize from their
stiff dangle how fast they could
weave.  For he got
very good at it, one past-time
allowed a blind man
when sons were meant to plow
straight furrows.

(P.S. – I am also submitting this poem for Gooseberry’s poetry picnic.)

Art–With No Elephants–With Rainbows (Have Train Ride Will iPad 2)

December 9, 2011

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I had a train ride this evening, and my iPad 2, and without a poem to illustrate, well, had to come up with something different. The above is based on some photographs taken by my husband Jason Martin of his light sculptures. (His things are kind of cool, mine clunky but high-tech–ha!)

Friday Flash 55 – Talking About A Minor Accident

December 9, 2011

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Minor Accident (Much Spoken of)

“It might have been a good idea to do yoga BEFORE that glass of wine,” said the door jamb to the hand that had just banged it. At least that’s what the jamb implied.

“Your fault,” the hand replied sullenly–well, silently. (Mad.)

“Shush,” I tell them both. “We’re trying to do some yoga here.”

The above story (minus title and any ouches) is 55 words, so go tell it to the G-Man.

And have a great weekend.

(And check out NOSE DIVE.)

THANKS!

Expression of Emotion in Poetry (Muted) – Burned Soldier

December 8, 2011

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Victorio Ceretto-Slotto is hosting the dVerse Poets Pub “Meet the Bar” event today, and has posted an article about infusing poetry with emotion through use of particular detail and metaphor (among other things.)   She has very kindly included my poem “Far” in her article.  (I am also, at a later date, linking this poem to the Poetry Picnic.)

Here’s another older poem, a villanelle, that doesn’t really have the kind of particular detail Victoria writes of.  Still, I’m posting it because it deals, quite literally, with the muted  expression of emotion.  (My apologies that some readers may have seen this poem, or its companion villanelle.)

Burned Soldier (A Mask For Face)

He tried to smile but found that skin would balk;
a mask for face was not what he had planned.
Right action should give rise to right result,

saving the day as it called on God to halt
all burn and bite of bomb as if by wand;
he tried to smile but found that skin would balk.

When they talked of graft, he always thought of molt,
as if his flesh held feathers that could span
right action, then give rise to right result:

cheeks that were smooth but rough, but loose but taut—
it all had been so easy as a man.
He tried to smile but found that skin would balk.

Hate helped at times; to think it was their fault.
But how could “they” be numbered? Like grains of sand,
like actions that give rise to like result,

like eyes that fit in lids not white as salt.
This lead white face was not what he had planned.
He tried to smile but found that skin would balk;
right action should give rise to right result.

On a very different (i.e. humerous) note, check out my new silly teen novel, Nose Dive, by Karin Gustafson, illustrated (terrifically) by Jonathan Segal.   (When you’re there–take a look at Going on Somewhere, or 1 Mississippi.)  Sorry–but it’s that time of year.

Cheap Thrills? Cheap Anyway! And Worth Way More. Take a (NOSE) DIVE!

December 7, 2011

NOSE DIVE

What is cheaper than a cup of coffee, a newspaper, a pack of gum in an airport, one-eighth of a restaurant glass of wine, 0.5% of the lowest gig oldest model iPhone, half an egg sandwich?

What will cost you way less than a subway ride, and give you a much pleasanter feel of the West Village (a/k/a Greenwich Village), NYC?

What will provide you with (highly censored) phone sex at a fraction of normal per minute rates?

The (virtual) smell of extremely fine cheese with no after-stink?

Lots of little side trips down Musical memory lane?

The answer is my new novel, NOSE DIVE, available now on Kindle for only 99 cents!

99 CENTS!!!!  You could get it in a Dollar Store (only you can’t.)   In fact, you need to go here!

Come on!  Take a chance!  99 CENTS!!!!

 

(P.S.  For those without a Kindle, print copies are available for $10.00–think 3 or 4 egg sandwiches.)

Open Link/Broken Link Poem – “Divorce”

December 6, 2011

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After a couple of weeks away from job, time is short, so here is a short, older poem from GOING ON SOMEWHERE (check it out!) posted for dVerse Poets Pub open link night.

Divorce

Starvation for love sands heart to sliver,
my daughter’s cheeks smell of her hours with the sitter:
too sweet.
Let me have a sip–

December 5, 2011- “Double Check” – From Zuccotti Park to White House Press Room

December 5, 2011

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I got back to NYC last night after a couple of weeks away, and took my normal trek by Zuccotti Park this morning.  Lo and behold, there was a Christmas tree and lights.  Very pretty, though the Christmas spirit does seem a bit hemmed in by the layers of metal barricades.

As noted in prior posts, as a downtown resident, I did have some understanding of the City’s issue with all the tents.  That said, in the spirit of both the holiday, and also perhaps the 99%, I urge all to read about or watch President Obama’s comments at today’s White House press briefing on the continuation of (i) cuts in payroll tax and (ii) unemployment benefits, both of which are due to expire at the end of this year.

Here are some salient points from the video transcript:

(Re extending payroll tax cuts.)

“Last week virtually every Senate Republican voted against that tax cut. Now, I know many Republicans have sworn an oath never to raise taxes as long as they live. How could it be the only time there’s a catch is when it comes to raising taxes on middle class families? How can you fight tooth and nail to protect high-end tax breaks for the wealthiest Americans and yet barely lift a finger to prevent taxes going up for 160 million Americans who really need the help? It doesn’t make sense….

(Re paying for the continued payroll tax cuts.)

“Now, some Republicans who have pushed back against the idea of extending this payroll tax cut have said that we’ve got to pay for these tax cuts.  And i just point out that they haven’t always felt that way. Over the last decade they didn’t feel the need to pay for massive tax cuts for the wealthiest Americans, which is one of the reasons we face such large deficits. Indeed when the Republicans took over the house at the beginning of this year they explicitly changed the rules saying tax cuts don’t have to be paid for. So forgive me a little bit of confusion when I hear folks insisting on tax cuts being paid for. Having said that, we all recognize that we have to make progress on the deficit, and I’m willing to work with Republicans to extend the payroll tax cut in a responsible way.”

And now one further point from me, ManicDdaily, about both the payroll tax cuts and the unemployment benefits. Doesn’t job creation have something to do with demand?  And doesn’t demand result, at some level, from putting money in the pockets of hundreds of millions of people who actually need to spend much of that money?  Don’t these consumers also create jobs?

Just some thoughts (though I must confess that I never much liked economics.)

P.S.  The above sculpture is “Double Check” by J. Seward Johnson.

Magpie Tales 94– Lunch Counter Painting (Reproduced and Poeticized)

December 4, 2011

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I am posting this (fresh off the brain and iPad 2) for Tess Kincaid’s Magpie Tales 94. Tess gives a weekly pictorial prompt; this week is a wonderful painting by George Tooker called Lunch, exhibited at the Columbus Museum of Art. (The above is my personal reproduction, which I’ve put up just because I enjoy doing my own and can fit it more to my own post. The beautiful original can be seen at Magpie Tales.)

1960‘s Lunch Painting (George Tooker)

Hunched over lunch
as square as
white bread on
processed cheese, each
in a napkin of his/her own–suit
jacket, collar, sleeves–but
what lurks in the hearts
of the beige people?

My guess–everything.
Don’t discount the
counter, fail to read
between the forehead
lines–rainbows
found even in the surface of
coffee regular; a darker face
sandwiched in, intent on the
same meal, not
alien, not, at least,
in this picture, a
painting.

PS- Please please please for Christmas and any purchasing period, check out my new comic teen mystery novel, called NOSE DIVE, on Amazon, written by Karin Gustafson, wonderfully illustrated by Jonathan Segal, available in print and soon on Kindle (for just 99 cents!) Also check out my poems, Going on Somewhere (illustrated by Diana Barco, cover by Jason Martin) and children’s picture book, 1 Mississippi (pictures and words by me. A great book if you like counting and elephants.)