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Shel Adelson (iPad Portrait)

June 13, 2012

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Meet Sheldon Adelson (in my primitive iPad portrait), Las Vegas Casino Billionaire who (with his wife) has so far donated $25 million to super pacs supporting certain Republican presidential candidates, $10 million promoting Newt Gingrich and now $10 million promoting Mitt Romney.  ‘

In an interview with Forbes Magazine, Mr. Adelson expressed a willingness to donate up to $100 million in the presidential campaign in order to defeat President Obama.

Ironically, some have estimated that Mr. Adelson has made more money than any other American during the years of the Obama administration (gambling apparently being a relatively recession-proof industry.)

I’m not sure how exactly Mr. Adelson’s ability to make such large political contributions fits in with the Supreme Court’s “Citizens United” decision, which allowed corporations to be treated as persons for purposes of campaign donations.  Mr. Adelson is not a corporation.  Moreover, his ability to give such large sums does not feel exactly like an example of an action of “citizens united” but rather, one citizen having an overweighted financial influence.  (But maybe that’s just me.)

“All Too Many Multiple Tours”

June 9, 2012

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All Too Many Multiple Tours

Pentagon announces 154 suicides so
far in 2012, a number that “eclipses,
the Times writes, the
the number of deaths
in combat. I think leadenly
of “eclipse,” black shadow blotting
sun, and then of suicide, suicide as a
combat death–combat with self and all
else too. (Self
losing.)

Making a choice of sorts: but “it’s them
or us” doesn’t seem
to describe it, nor “kill or
be killed.”  Not even, “to be
or not to be.”

If you use something again and
again–take a horse–if you run it and run it and run
it, digging heels into flagging sides, knees into strained-
cord neck–and if it’s a well-trained horse–its eyes
will wilden, froth foam in laval persistence, hide soak, until
heart bursts, what’s broken
folds to ground, and you, who were so profligate with
your steed, we, who were so profligate, will be lucky to escape
with our own whole rider’s legs, our wastrel feet–

But still will not be able to blot out
ebon barrel to close-cropped head, pink
scabbard mouth, delineated
chest–the tunneled metal eclipsing
son/daughter, self, all
else.

Get them home.

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The above is a poem (still really a draft) posted for the dVerse Poets Pub Poetics prompt, “choice,” hosted by the wonderful Brian Miller.   I’m not sure why this topic came to mind.  Pretty sorrowful news.

Hooray for Myammar!

April 1, 2012

I am so happy tonight to read the news about the election in Myammar/Burma of Daw Aung San Suu Kyi. (She’s the one with the beautifully thoughtful and patient face.) After fifteen years of house arrest, she has been elected as a member of Parliament.

So many congratulations to Myammar! Who knows what will follow. Difficulty undoubtedly, and disappointment. (The army is still overwhelmingly in power.) Nonetheless, Ms. Aung San Suu Kyi’s election is a miracle and surely a step forward.

I feel great affection for Myammar, which I can’t help thinking of as Burma. I was there many years ago for a seven day maximum journey.  (More on that some other time.)

Burmese Buddhas have sweet and beautiful faces, with the slight compression of determination around the eyebrows.

I am so happy that there is more hope in those faces tonight.

(PS – apologies for awkwardness of my portrait.)

Loss of Two Cultural Icons (And More)–Thanks to/for Them

March 28, 2012

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Two cultural icons die over the last two days.

Of course, they were more than “cultural icons.”  (The term ‘cultural icon’ could probably be applied to the star of a reality show.)

Two great American artists die over the last two days:  Adrienne Rich, great and groundbreaking American poet, 1929-2012, dying yesterday; Earl Scruggs, great bluegrass banjo player, 1924-2012, dying today.

I’m not in any way comparing Rich and Scruggs, their impact, lasting value, merits, reach. They were both inspirational practictioners of their arts, each happening to die in late March 2012, each incredibly devoted to what they did and wonderful at it.  I personally really liked them both.

I am sure they had somewhat different visions of the world and country. but what’s strikes me at this moment is my personal great good fortune to live in a world and country that has accommodated both of their voices.

I’m sending out thanks for their wonderful gifts, and the very different inspiration, and invitations to joy, compassion, understanding, and protest that they offered their audiences.

There are wonderful links to Rich’s poetry, and a short bio, at the Poetry Foundation. For Scruggs, well, check out youtube.

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Much more serious note

March 21, 2012

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On a much much more serious note from my last post–maybe I feel so tired today because the news is just so sad–the Trayvon Martin case so painful–the news from Afghanistan–the happenings in Toulouse.  (One would like to run away from it all.)

Politicking–Better than an Unpaid Internship

March 7, 2012

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Republican candidates, especially Rick Santorum, have been making a big effort to appeal to blue collar workers.  Apparently, one reason for Santorum’s perceived strength against Romney has come from discomfort with the fact that Romney is just so darn rich.

Gingrich has also been positing himself as the Republican candidate against Wall Street.  (Simultaneously claiming credit for the prosperity and deficit reduction of the Clinton years and policies.)

I’m not a supporter of Romney, but it somehow seems ironic for Santorum and Gingrich to tout their street cred.  Santorum reported income of approximately $1 million per year for 2009 and 2010; Gingrich and Callista together reported earnings of over $3 million for 2010.

A million a year is small potatoes compared to the $21 million earned by Romney.  Still, I can’t help thinking that at least Romney’s earnings come from an actual business (even if one is critical of its practices), while Gingrich and Santorum are career politicians.

A million a year to Santorum as a “corporate media consultant”?

Really?

(To be fair to Santorum–a lot of ex-pols have done very well in kind of creepy ways on the post-office circuit==I think of the millions made by Sarah Palin and Bill Clinton among others. Also, I don’t know how someone runs for president at all if they don’t get some kind of nest egg behind them.  Still, I don’t think any of that makes the practice more palatable.)

Davy Jones – I was an (embarrassed) believer.

February 29, 2012

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Davy Jones—gone today at 66.  My condolences to his family.

And to myself.  The news makes me feel decrepit indeed.

Back in 1968 when The Monkees were hits, no one, not even a pre-teen girl, fooled themselves that Davy Jones was a great artist.  (I’m not sure that he could even play the guitar.)  But he was cute!  British!  Short!  Vaguely approachable!

The Beatles were putting out the White Album.  Great yes, but you weren’t sure you really got it.  (No pictures!)

In contrast–“I’m a Believer.”   You could jump up and down to it! On top of the couch!  In front of the Telly!

And there were the long but well-tamed locks. The doll-legged bellbottoms.  Wide hip-hugging belts!

You could feel excited, and yet still plenty safe, with a ticket on that last train to Clarksville.

So sorry to hear the news.

(P.S. Sorry too for my not very good drawing. I made it psychedelic to hide the flaws, not in any effort to characterize Davy as particularly psychedelic.)

Correction to Post re Santorum and Ponderous Nouns

February 24, 2012

I’m afraid that my previous post re Rick Santorum and the use of ponderous nouns was somewhat confusing.  I was constrained by the fact that I was trying to play a game of writing something in 55 words.

I’m not really critical of Santorum’s grammar.  I myself make mistakes all the time, and would be hard put to speak publicly.

My concern had more to do with his grandiosity.  (And disconnection.)

Santorum throws out grandiose concepts and notions and words  without applying them in any truly sensible way to the facts at hand.

Using a noun “courage” to describe himself–rather than, let’s say, the adjective “courageous”–was to me another example of  his use of a high-flown concept without tying it down to the the object, fact, person, question at hand.

I admit that my point was a bit subtle.  But somehow that whole moment in the debate has been niggling at me.

Usage Matters. Santorum and Adjectives vs. Disconnected Ponderous Nouns. (In 55 words.)

February 24, 2012

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“DESCRIBE yourself in one word.”

“Courage.”

Ahem.

But  I think an ADJECTIVE was called for: “courageous,” “brave,” “inarticulate,” “idiotic.”

ADJECTIVES DESCRIBE, APPLY qualities to persons, things, circumstances.

Disconnected ponderous NOUNS sound grave (“Satan”), but, when spouted in alarmist gulps, don’t make sense; it’s not clear, in other words, how they APPLY to anything real, present.

The above is my somehat ponderous rant for Friday flash 55.  Tell it to the G-Man.  

Perhaps I am an overly sensitive grammarian–my own poor usage leads me to think I am not–but I also feel like I have more license to use words sloppily–I am not running for President. We won’t say anything about humility here.

Have a wonderful weekend and, if you have a mo, please please please check out: my comic novel,NOSE DIVE,  book of poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, or children’s counting book 1 MISSISSIPPI.   

Colvin Contrasted With Candidates (Sad day)

February 23, 2012

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I just turned off the Republican debate to read more about Marie Colvin, one of the journalists killed in Syria today. She was a deeply committed and intrepid war reporter, working at the time of her death for The Sunday Times of London.

I do not know what the U.S. should do in or about Syria.  But I am struck, tonight, by the sharp contrast between Colvin and most of the Republican candidates.   (I actually kind of hate to put them all in the same sentence.)

In November 2010, at a Fleet Street church service in honor of slain journalists, Colvin described the role of the foreign correspondent: “our mission is to report these horrors of war with accuracy and without prejudice.”

Colvin was experienced in the horrors of war, to say the least.  She had reported from scenes of conflict in the West Bank, Sri Lanka, Kosovo, Zimbabwe, East Timor and the recent Arab uprisings in the Middle East.  She bore witness to suffering, injustice, civilian casualty–the direct and indirect consequences of violence.   (She lost her eye, and temporarily her hearing, from a flare blast in Sri Lanka.)

And now, we come to the Republican candidates.  With the exception of Ron Paul (who, despite the occasional castigation of the crowd, expressed an awareness of the truth that war necessarily costs life,) the candidates seem scarily eager to flex military muscle.  Although they talk frequently of grand theoretical horrors (nuclear attacks), they seem cavalier about rather actual and all too commonplace horrors (plain old shells).  I certainly do not mean to diminish the horror of nuclear attack–it’s just that despite the seriousness of the threats, the candidates come across as unconsidered, macho, extremely inexperienced, almost courting confrontation in order to come across as tough.   Rather than viewing the horrors of war with accuracy and without prejudice, in other words, one  senses bravado and fact-avoiding partisanship.

It’s extremely worrisome.  And somehow makes the loss of people like Colvin feel sadder than ever.