Archive for 2011

Further to Post re Pacifist New Yorker’s Reaction to Bin Laden’s Death

May 2, 2011

Further to my prior post re Bin Laden’s death:  by saying that I wish justice were not so frequently furthered by killing, I don’t mean to say that I don’t think there should have been a U.S. operation, or that Bin Laden should have been captured rather than killed.  (Capture would have undoubtedly exposed the U.S. troops to worse dangers and created a violent and interminable drama.)

I just feel very somber about it all; that it’s a sad and somber moment, given the suffering and death that has been part of this whole history, given the sorrow of the last ten years, and given the fact that violence on such scale is rarely caused by a single person but a combination of forces.   As a result, I hope that there’s a kind of temperance in the U.S. reaction, and not thoughtless and unseemly jingoism.

Thoughts on Bin Laden’s Death From a Downtown New Yorker (and Pacifist)

May 2, 2011

I must confess to feeling somewhat shaken over the news of Bin Laden’s death.  My reaction–a kind of deep and trembly somberness–makes me realize, first, what a both intense and nervous pacifist I am.   The death of even an enemy at another’s hands is not the kind of thing that brings me jubilance.

On the other hand, I’m a downtown New Yorker.  I saw the second plane hit the Trade Towers, and, for months and years, have mourned the 9/11 attacks, not so much because of the immediate loss of a loved one, but because of the loss of–I don’t know what exactly–an old life in a different New York City?   A time pre-ongoing wars?   (Of course, there were the loved ones.  No New Yorker can forget the photos and pleas that coated every lamppost and street corner, the terrible sorrow that filled all of our lives for some long time.)

There are also the countless deaths overseas, people killed because of the conflicts arising (rightly or wrongly) out of 9/11. Can the deaths of Iraqi civilians be blamed on Bin Laden?  I don’t know (I have some doubts, certainly, about the handling of it all).  Still, there is a sense that it is all knotted somehow together; collateral damage to the nth degree; violence that brought on more violence, and was intended to do so.

Being a downtown New Yorker post 9/11 also brings with it easily re-awakened fear.  I woke up this morning to the sound of helicopters.  The blades raise a resonate shuddering in the stomach.

Yes, I am glad that the U.S. has been able to accomplish what it intended, that it’s been able to feel and show that competence.

I also hope that this can be the justification for U.S. extrication of itself from foreign wars, and that Bin Laden’s death provides some kind of comfort, at least some lessening of bitterness, for families who have lost loved ones.

I just wish there were ways other than killing for all sides (ourselves and our opponents) to move towards an idea of justice.  Maybe I was born on the wrong planet.

(P.S. whatever one’s feelings, however happy one may feel that Bin Laden has died, it seems too serious a matter for jumping up and down.  It brings back images of people celebrating 9/11;  it’s hard to believe that that kind of pay-back can do anything but promote more violence.)

IPad Art, Brushes App, Photogene, Lots of Options – Elephant/Pony Show

May 1, 2011

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If you like to play at art-making, as I do, the iPad offers lots and lots of ways of wasting time.

There are many art apps.  The one I know is the Brushes App (also used with great success by David Hockney.)   My lack of knowledge of all the intricacies of the App also requires me to combine it with a great photo App called Photogene, which includes editing, framing, and filtering tools.

One of the big keys to using the Brushes App is the use of layers, which allows you to change backgrounds and foregrounds and details.  The iPad Brushes App allows for at least six of these; they can be deleted, added, put in front or behind one another, allowing for a lot of change and adaptation.

Photogene has these wonderful filters which allow you to completely change the highlighting and coloring of a drawing.

At any rate, some variations below:

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National Poetry Month – Day 30 – “End of National Poetry Month Haiku”

April 30, 2011
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"April is the cruelest month" (version filtered on Photogene)

End of National Poetry Month Haiku

Some say that April is the
cruelest month. They must
be people who write poems.

All rights reserved.  Suggestions welcomed.  Thanks much for checking in on all the draft poems this month!

"April is the cruelest month." (Unfiltered.)

National Poetry Month – Day 29 – Royal Couplet

April 29, 2011

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National Poetry Month – Day 28 – “Relic”

April 28, 2011

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Relic

Poets write of rust, decay, time wearing out or thin,
but time’s spin makes for a preciousness too, imparts
like dew, an aura, as seen around
Ty Cobb’s dentures, still firm, at The Baseball Hall
of Fame, George Washington’s at Mt. Vernon.
Even the belongings of the obscure
acquire the gild of treasure–the small green
rubber boots bought as a joke for my dog
found fifty years later in my mother’s garage.
And then there are objects that become relics
even before time’s passage.  I think of
the chocolate Easter egg, kept in the freezer, that my grandmother took a nibble
from every night before her fall; she’d gotten less than
half-way through; my mother saved the remainder, still foil-wrapped
in blue, for years afterwards, the surface of the
chocolate whitening like the cataract over an eye, making it
harder and harder to see what was once so clearly
in front of you.

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National Poetry Month – Day 27 – “A Passionate Long-Distance Caller To Her Love” – and GOING ON SOMEWHERE reviewed!

April 27, 2011

I was having a hard time coming up with a draft poem tonight when suddenly the opening of Christopher Marlowe’s wonderful poem “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” came to mind. (“Come live with me and be my love.”)

A variation on the theme:

A Passionate Long-Distance Caller To Her Love

Come live with me, my sweet, my dear,
and we shall never echoes hear
of anxious longing, fearful cries,
of ‘why me?‘ woes or angry lies–
our ears won’t burn with cellphone’s ray,
our brains won’t change their matters gray
to tumors fed by conversations
that only serve to try our patience.
Oh please come here; stay right by me
so I can see you when I see
the sky, the window, the chair, the bed.
the pillow there beside my head,
for you are all of these and more,
my sun, my moon, my ceiling, floor,
the one I talk to, the one
for whom I’d be still–sweet Hon,
I know my silence is not much known–
it just won’t transmit on the phone–
but come here soon and stay forever
and we’ll lay quietly together.

All rights reserved. Suggestions welcomed, particularly as to last line–yes, I know “lay together” is not quite right, and should the quietly come earlier in the line?  (Agh!)

On another poetical matter, my recently published book of poetry, Going on Somewhere, was very carefully and thoughtfully reviewed by fellow WordPress blogger Ashley Wiederhold on her blog Trees and Ink.  Please check out Ashley’s review of my book (and other books) as well as checking out the book itself on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

National Poetry Month – Day 26 – Posting To The Other Side ( A Dog Poem)

April 26, 2011

Very pleased with my iPad 2 drawing above!  This one is of my dog Pearl, an old dog but very much extant.  Draft poem of the day below.

Posting To The Other Side

You talk to me of waterfalls.
I think not so much of spray–well, yes, I think of
spray, splash, droplets, glasses bespeckled–
but what I think of most
is this side and that,
the icy flow of everchanging wall, the stillness
behind that wall, and how,
as a child, when my dog died
my first beloved dog, that is, the first
dog who felt truly younger than me, needful of my protection,
I tried, like Demeter, to reach beyond such a wall, to
communicate, as it were, with the other side–no easy task with a canine–
and how, since I was already being mystical, I wrote the dog a letter,
and since I was desperate in my grief, I posted that letter
in one of my Junior Britannicas, a cherry red series of volumes,
under the letter D, praying that the Dog (Deceased)
would find it, and how, for many months afterwards,
I was afraid to open that volume, to retrieve that carefully
folded piece of lined notepaper,
in case it was still there.

All rights reserved.  Suggestions welcomed.  (One question – “retrieved”.  I like it because of the dogginess–but may be “seek” or “look for” would be better?)

National Poetry Month – Too Tired To Write A Poem Poem – or How I arose to the occasion of Day 25

April 25, 2011
I felt pretty sure today that I could not go on with my self-imposed commitment to post a draft poem every day of this April, national poetry month.  (Yes, I know, I’ve already missed some.)
Finally, I followed an old rule:  when lacking in inspiration, try a sonnet!   A poetic form is incredibly useful when you are having trouble writing.  It creates an automatic thread, which, in turn, leads you to some kind of shape and meaning.

Rose

I’m just too tired to write a poem tonight.
The old synapses lie limp and lumpy,
clotted with the vernacular; no sprite
darts from nerve to page, rather a frumpy
dim drags over observation, blotting
out comparison (much less caparison–
the embellishment of the plodding.)

In defense, I say my garrison,
my true home, is found in prose that cares not
how a rose would smell by other name,
but even my dull brain knows what is what,
and that a rose can never smell the same
once read, once heard, once lit by other’s light.
Oh–oh–oh, how I long for that insight.

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Happy Easter (from iPad 2)

April 24, 2011

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With a combination of apps, I am slowly learning to do things on a digital device that are much much easier with good old-fashioned paints and paper, What fun!

Happy Easter! Happy Spring!