“The Girl Not Wearing (At Just This Moment) The Pearl Earring” (From Steen to Vermeer)

Posted October 8, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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Jan Steen, “Sick Woman,” 1665

Every week Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales posts a pictorial prompt to be used as a writing exercise.  This week’s was a very cool painting by Jan Steen which brought to my mind a similar painting (at least in terms of costuming) by Johannes Vermeer (posted below.)  I am also linking this to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night, hosted by Joe Hesch.

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The Girl Not Wearing (At Just This Moment) The Pearl Earring

She found a model’s life not as portrayed.
Hours sitting passed as years – her mind glazed
like the buffed veneers –
And talk about Vermeer–Johannes V.==
He demanded picture perfect, that was he!
She had to stand too==ugh!  While jolly old Jan S.,
leavened sessions with a partner, so, “why, yes,”
she’d said, to the palpating of posed wrist,
and yes again when palpate took a twist
from arm to breast to hip to inner thigh
as they’d played ‘doctor’–not so patient–(sigh….)

Which meant:  she stood once more for Master V.
who didn’t mind the curve of tummy’s “C.”
The jacket still fit great–okay, so maybe
the skirt waist had to be let out–”Don’t worry,” Johannes said,
“for now just please, oh please, don’t move your head.”

Johannes Vermeer, “Woman Holding a Balance”, around 1665

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Thinking About Election In Relationship To the Troops

Posted October 7, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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I don’t like to make this blog overtly political.  I am always concerned that my words will have more power to alienate than to persuade.

But one issue feels important enough to me today to take the risk of speaking out; this relates to the effect of the upcoming election upon the lives of our servicemen and women.

Here’s my concern  – current Republican candidates are very keen on heightening military spending, but they seem to focus on spending on the “military” as a machine – an amorphous weapons complex – rather than upon the men and women who actually make up  the armed forces.

Although the GOP has touted itself as the party of the military in this past, this election feels quite different. Romney rarely mentions servicemen and women, not even to give a token mumble of gratitude.  In the meantime, Republicans in the Senate recently killed a bill that would have promoted jobs for veterans as policemen, fire fighters and in the national parks.

Sure, there are politicians in both parties who ducked military service and who have also kept their sons and daughters out of service.  (Joe Biden, whose son has served in Iraq, is a notable exception.)

But Romney seems particularly detached from military service.  There’s a pretty well-known video on youtube in which Romney is confronted by a gay Vietnam veteran.  What is especially striking to me about the video is Romney’s initial greeting to the man (who is the same age) in which Romney implies some equation between his own year of service to his church (in France) with the man’s service in Vietnam.

I’m sorry, but a year in France, even doing the undoubtedly unpopular work of trying to convert Frenchmen to Mormonism, does not compare with service in the Vietnam War.  (Military service is not like income tax; reducible by a decision to tithe to your church.)

Romney’s closeness to Benjamin Netanyahu, the hawkish prime minister of Israel, and Romney and Ryan’s tough talk on Iran, makes this detachment from the actual men and women who serve particularly worrisome.  Our troops should not be pawns in a global strategy game; especially one in which decisions affecting their fate seem so explicitly linked to the decisions of politicians in other nations.

Obama looks tired.  His hair has significantly greyed in the last four years.  Perhaps I’m naive (and those of you who disagree with me will say that I am.)  But I can’t help feeling that some of this aging directly arises from an intense consciousness of his responsibilities as commander in chief.  Michelle Obama and Jill Biden have made the families of servicemen and women their particular cause.  Obama also seems to have taken an active interest in the personal aspects of military affairs = going to Dover to meet returning coffins and repeatedly sharing condolences with families of the fallen.

Is it possible that Obama’s views are affected by the fact that so many in military service are people of color, people who do not have substantial financial means?

I don’t know.   (I don’t even want to get in the subject of a draft here.)

Has Obama handled military matters perfectly?  No.  (The question of why we are in Afghanistan even through 2014 is immensely troubling.)

But for all of that, I am convinced  that Obama feels deeply and personally his responsibility for these young men and women.  They are not alien beings to him, part of the 47% (who do not pay income tax) or even part of the 1% (the very small number who serve.)  This awareness seems to be me to be supremely important in a commander-in-chief.

“School Cafeteria” (Breaking of Ice Cream Bar)

Posted October 6, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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School Cafeteria

In the jimjam
din and smell,
he stood up
to peel the chocolate shell
off of his ice cream bar,
to squeeze on
ketchup,
mustard, layering the chocolate
back, the mucked and barked
vanilla gooing as if
it bled, pussed,
or stuck
its tongue out–then
bit down.  A boy,
he was,
who needed attention.

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I am posting the above (based on a memory from first grade) for dVerse Poets Pub’s Poetics Challenge on Foodloose – hosted by the wonderful Claudia Schoenfeld.  Sorry that it’s a bit less than appetizing! 

Check out the great poets at dVerse.  Also, if you have time this Columbus Day weekend – check out my books! Poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco). 1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive, a very fun novel that is perfect for a pool or beachside escape. Nose Dive is available on Kindle for just 99 cents!

Leaves Land (Friday Flash 55)

Posted October 5, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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Oh Leaves

Leaves land
on land
on leaves
(grass sleeves)
on rock
(where they lie stock
still),
or on hill
(where they spill
and turn)
on fern,
fall from high
to cow pie
or get caught
on some sly
twig–not
their own–which
they’ve flown–oh
leaves–till they land
on land
and leaves, other
leaves.

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The above is my extremely belated Flash Friday 55 for the wonderful G-man. Go tell him even late! And rub some leaves in his hair!

Also, if you have time this Columbus Day weekend – check out my books! Poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco). 1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive, a very fun novel that is perfect for a pool or beachside escape. Nose Dive is available on Kindle for just 99 cents!

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My Fair Ladies? No Room For Their Own (Securing the Chaste in Prose/poetry)

Posted October 4, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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My Fair Ladies?  (No Room For Their Own)

My female ancestors from the far North were lucky, I realize of late.

Living in a raw climate, they could tolerate the extra layer of chastity belt.

Sure, it clanked when they walked, but the red hot poker up the janzi and similar genital reconfigurations were saved for royalty and,
occasionally, the psychically inclined.

All I want is a room somewhere–

While my particular ancestors were none of these, but commoner sorts.

Far awaiiy
from the–
 
Born into an age and place that needed women able to walk (even if clanking)–

cold night air–

a barren landscape where the few females were valuable, if chattel,

with one enormous chairrrrrr—

whereas in the more populated world of today, it seems that women are sometimes

Ow–

expendable chattel. 

And, what with scrap metal so precious and thorns and threads and knives and other young girls so cheap,

no one even bothers with–

loverly–

clanking.  Cutting straight to the–

loverly–

chas(t)e.

While in my so-lucky case,  I can worry about

a room somewhere–

So way beyond unfair,

heart hurts.

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I’m sorry to those who follow this blog that I am still thinking a lot about the oppression of women – a very big and grim subject.

The above is a draft poem for dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar challenge hosted by Anna Montgomery which is a challenge to mix up poetry and prose.  In this case, my poetry owes a debt to Alan Jay Lerner, the lyricist of “My Fair Lady.”  

This Is Not Really About Pleasure (FGM)

Posted October 3, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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This Is Not Really About Pleasure (FGM)

Cuttings’ stitched wounds
don’t leave much room
for babies, pee, their own
seepage, periods–
though, yes, penises
apparently–
Cuts made by other women, cut
scarred
women.
140 million.

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I am still in the throes of  “Half the Sky” a documentary about the oppression of women made by Nicholas Kristoff and Sheryl WuDonn.  One focus – female genital mutilation (FGM) – the cutting and sewing up of the vaginas of very young girls. Many think the practice, also called female circumcision, only (ONLY!) cuts away the clitoris of girls so that they will not be tempted by sexual pleasure, but in many cultures, the cuts are far more expansive with horrible consequences for women’s health, particularly their reproductive health, for their lifetimes.  The World Health Organization estimates that there are currently living 140 million women who have suffered some form of this cutting.  

Some talk of respect for the traditions of different cultures; I can’t think of that applying here. 

I am linking this to With Real Toads, a prompt by the wonderful Mama Zen to write something about conflict in less than 30 words.  (In my case – not including title!) 

 

In “Honor” of “Half The Sky”

Posted October 2, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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Honor killing

The knife slides in
with force.
She is thinner than he’s remembered,
collarbone sharp
as hook he thrashes
against.
Mind snags heart, but
cannot aim for breast;
only knife can look
past nipple.
Smaller than
he’s remembered,
with too-soft skin that folds within
whites of eyes big as
blade.
He tries to think
of flame, the veiled
body of smoke, the dried
bone of ash, but blood–
fountains,
in honor of
the righteous
fountains.
Why has she made him
righteous
do this
with force.

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I’ve revised and rewritten this older poem (from my book, Going on Somewhere) after seeing the first half of the wonderful documentary by Nicholas Kristoff (of The New York Times) HALF THE SKY – about the opppression of women around the globe.   (The name comes from the idea that women hold up half the sky.)  The second half of the film will be on PBS tonight.  It is inspiring/heart-breaking.  My poem happens to deal with honor killings, but there is plenty of other violence and oppression of women going on among communities of many different cultural and religious backgrounds – unprosecuted  rape, sex trafficking, neglect.   Awful stuff; important to know–and do something– about; helping/educating women a key to helping the planet on almost every level.

I am posting this for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night, hosted by the marvelous Hedgewitch, a/k/a Joy Ann Jones.

Monday Immoveable (With Elephant)

Posted October 1, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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Agh.  Ugh.  (Yawn).

Monday.

Fear and Loathing on the Number 4

Posted September 30, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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Boy on Number 4 Train

“The people here
are f—ing animals,” says hard-
creased mom to youngish son
as they slip between
double rubber, closing doors.

The boy, buzz-cut (mom holding Yankees cap), edges
uneasily through the crush
towards center pole–

Mom hooks him
before he can latch on–“These people push you,”
she snarls,
“I’ll push ‘em back.”

I try to angle smile that only boy
will see (so that the mom
won’t slug me), but boy
turns face to door where, nothing
to hold, he lists with the tight
lurches
till mom’s boa arm heavily
steadies.

Then, even as train
smooths, even as she
releases, he bangs
his head against the dark glass—-

The bangs are soft below the train’s
clatter–
now again–but
definite–now
again–eyes lowered–

Mom’s harsh lines
limp; she spans one hand
to his forehead as if
to take the hits herself–
now again–

In the jumble of next,
seat empties – I point it out–
boy sits; she smiles at me,
sort of.

Then each of us consciously
looks neither at the other or
the boy,
peering instead
through the translucence of
train fug–the rumple of so many–

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I am posting the above – a re-write- very belatedly for dVerse Poets Pub’s Poetics prompt about people watching hosted by the very good people-watcher Brian Miller.  

Duck (And Cover) Friday Flash 55

Posted September 28, 2012 by ManicDdaily
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Worry, jogging, what to do–ducks ahead, my memory jogged to daughter in ER (years ago) with duck-bitten thumb–those bills tough on cracker=holding digits–till digital-fixation overcomes hesitation; I dumbly pull out smartphone like a shield.

Click-click. Ducks, luckily camera-shy, fly.  Good thing they are not paparazzi-loving bears.

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Here’s some 55 tufts of Friday fluff (belated) for my friend the G-Man, Mr. Know-it-all.  Enjoy the weekend.  Don’t get any duck bites!!!!!

And if you’ve got a mo, check out my books!  Poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco). 1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive, a very fun novel that is perfect for a pool or beachside escape.  Nose Dive is available on Kindle for just 99 cents!