Monday, April 11, 2022

Can W- Writ- Anything Without th- L-tt-r –? - frivolity

 

Lawr-nc- Hall

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Can W- Writ- Anything Without th- L-tt-r –?

 

Irritabl- Vow-l Syndrom-

 

Th-y say that-nglish is a difficult languag-

I wouldn’t know; it’s th- only on- I know

-nglish, that is, and it’s a lif—long study

But that’s okay; it k--ps m- out of the b--r joints

 

In -nglish w- hav- only six or so vow-ls –

A, -, I, O, U, Y, and that vagu- “ih” sound

Which m-ans that rhym- is a chall-g- in tim-

Though “How now, brown cow?” works out okay

 

That is, if on- wants to gr--t a cow at all

I s-ldom do, but how about you?

Saturday, April 9, 2022

Palm Sunday without Air-Raid Warnings - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Palm Sunday without Air-Raid Warnings

 

Palm Sunday is easy for the rest of us

A procession with palms from the parking lot

Praising God through an asphalt Jerusalem

A Subaru on His right hand, a Dodge on His left


Palm Sunday is easy for the rest of us

The front of the procession out of tune with the back

Or is it the other way around? Someone’s MePhone

Beeping during the Elevation - Catholics, eh


Palm Sunday is easy for the rest us -

No burning streets, no screaming wounded, no death

Friday, April 8, 2022

President Doctor Jill's Really, Really Secret Service Beefcake Boys - vulgar abuse in rhyming doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

President Doctor Jill’s

Really, Really Secret Service Beefcake Boys

 

O that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember that

I am an ass; though it not be written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.

 

-Dogberry, Constable of the Watch, Much Ado About Nothing, IV.ii.76ff

 

Swimming-pool chums, closer than a brother

Flexing their guns and tats at each other

 

Nobody know who the new agents are

(Wanna ‘phone, wanna flat, wanna shiny new car?)

 

Want some shiny new tech toys, loads and loads?

What’ll you take for those nuclear codes?

 

Hunter’s good buddies living large on the beach

One says he misses his Colombian peach

 

$30K a month down in Malibu

To protect an artist (but not me or you)

 

Nothing to see here; now don’t get nervous

For we are the party-hearty Secret Service!

 

(Say, babe, what’s your sign? You come here often...?)

Thursday, April 7, 2022

Old Codger with a Confederate Face Mask - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Clinic Waiting Room

 

Voices:

 

Morbidly obese old codger wearing a Confederate-flag face mask

Old codger with a My Pillow moustache

Old codger wearing a camouflage baseball cap

Old codgeress #1

Old codgeress #2

 

Auctor:

 

Old codger (me)

 

I been here since 1020 the longer we wait

the more money they get they’re just in it

for the money what’s your Medicare supplemental?

America ain’t what it used to be

there ain’t no doubt about that I done had

the covid and the shots these people

been in and out and I’m still here

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE thank you I SAID

‘THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!’ Yeah he’s kind of

hard of hearing THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!!!!

Yeah okay HOO-RAH! yeah HOO-RAH! you was

a Marine too? 29 Palms it raining there too?

my (something) levels was up my m.o.s.

kept me out of Viet-Nam I was in Parris Island

thank you for your service I blame George Bush

George Soros and these here public schools...

Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Communists Didn’t Build the DeSoto - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Communists Didn’t Build the DeSoto

 

The tailfins of a rocket protruding from the sand

                   We offer international standard rocket systems  

Out back where we stored the oxygen tanks

                   in service in more than 30 NATO

Maybe thirty feet away from ICU

                   and other countries (2.75’’ calibre

Thank God for poor Chinese quality control

                   also called 70 mm) Operational on

 

Lots of countries in the rocket racket now

                   more than 500 aircraft and helicopters

“Hi, honey; so how was your day at work?

                   this rocket system is equipped with maintainable

The children have been waiting eagerly for you

                   lightweight composite launchers with removable detents

And how nice it is that our children aren’t dead!”

                   This rocket system provides full range of rocket types

 

 

The tailfins of rockets protruding from our souls

                   offering extended range and terminal efficiency

I haven’t an answer for any of this

                   Associated large portfolio of ammunition

 

(The lines in italics are from a missile manufacturer's advertising.)

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Jacques Says Little About Lingering - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Jacques Says Little About Lingering

 

Reflections after a Nuclear Stress Test

 

A youth almost rushes to throw his life away

In questing Shakespeare’s bubble reputation

An old man wants to cling to life a little more

Another year, please, or another day

 

But mortality lies within the man

A metaphorical battery that doesn’t last

In shipping and handling contents may have settled

There may be a penalty for early withdrawal

 

But life is not for our casual disposal

For it is an eternal summer dawn

Monday, April 4, 2022

No Howling, Please - poem

 Lawrence Hall

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                                     No Howling, Please


                                   A rebuke to Ginsberg

           While acknowledging that the typewriter is indeed holy


I saw the best of my generation

Refuse to howl, not in the situational poverty

Of their birth, not in others’ noise and drugs

Not in their elders’ go-fight-our-wars-for-us


I saw the best of my generation

Doubling up in unfurnished rooms

Doubling up on the day and night shifts

Making each sweated-out life into a poem


I saw the best of my generation

Work

                     and thus rebuked for their privilege

Sunday, April 3, 2022

Who Invaded Us? weekly column, 3 April 2022

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Who Invaded Us?

 

A few disconnected thoughts

 

Sunflowers are one of my favorite plants and they are easy to grow. If you buy a package of natural seeds – not hybrids – they will reseed themselves and you can have two crops of them in a season.

 

I save the heads for storing in paper bags – plastic destroys them – in that famous Cool Dry Place (refrigerator) for sharing out with the birds and squirrels during the winter.

 

Sunflowers are heliotropic, which means that they follow the sun. Biologists employ long, polysyllabic words like “circadian” and “evolutionary development” to explain why they do, but I still maintain that sunflowers follow the sun because they want to. So there.

 

A fun fact, as Young Sheldon would say: sunflowers originate in the Americas, and they were and are important to the First Nations as a source of food, for the oil in them, and for medicine.

 

The Russians acquired sunflower seeds in trade, and developed them as a commercial enterprise because of their nutritional value. The Americans picked up on that and so sunflowers have become a big part of our agriculture. Kansas is The Sunflower State and the sunflower is a symbol of Ukraine.

 

If you till around in the InterGossip you can find methods for processing sunflower seeds and using them for cheap, healthy snacks. Those packets of sunflower seeds in the store are awfully expensive.

 

+     +     +

 

In my little garden I have a child’s wading pool which not only refreshes the bees but also serves as a nursery for frogs. In season you can see the thousands of little frog eggs, each swaddled in its little bubble. They progress from eggs to tadpoles and finally to frogs. Only a few make it to adulthood, which is in the nature of the species.

 

A fun fact – the Old English / Anglo-Saxon word for tadpoles is “polwygles,” which survives as “pollywogs.”

 

Bees can’t launch from water; they need a sturdier surface and a leafy branch, changed every few days, is perfect.

 

Remember that small children can drown in only a few inches of water, as can small pets, so be very careful.

 

 

+     +     +

 

One of the many features of the Apple watch (made in Communist China) is the flashlight. Really! If you skid the face up twice a number of little symbols appear, including that of a flashlight. It’s not much of a light, but if you’re in a (euphemism) when the power fails it’s enough of a light for finding the roll of paper and then for finding the sink for handwashing and then finding your way out. Further, because the light is already strapped to your wrist it’s not going to fall into The Sacred Bowl of Our People.

 

+     +     +

 

A news service functionary in a rush to meet a deadline could be forgiven for mixing up a picture of Ukrainian street dead with a picture of American street dead.

 

We understand that the tyrant and never-got-over-it KGB clerk Putin has conscripted thousands of poorly trained Russian kids to invade neighboring Ukraine. And more than that, he has hired foreign mercenaries to murder Russian kids if they fail to murder Ukrainians.

 

We don’t understand the why but we understand that this is so.

 

But as for the American dead in our streets and schools and parks and businesses, day after day, what is that about? Who invaded us?

 

-30-

Tea with Just a Hint of Blood - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Tea with Just a Hint of Blood

 

Now comes an infusioning teafluencer

Armed with catalogues of adjectives

Herbaceous hyperbole cloying the page

With promises of transcendental bliss

 

The holy vessels of the altar shining bright

In glass and steel, accented with bamboo

In rooms green-lit by shaded window light

Unlike my best-remembered cuppa long ago

 

A beat-up canteen cup of Constant Comment

Along the Cambodian border that unhappy day

Saturday, April 2, 2022

Upon Finding a Long-Lost Pocketknife - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Upon Finding a Long-Lost Pocketknife

 

A man’s not dressed without his pocketknife.

 

-my father, and probably yours

 

Deep-diving into the sofa and its depths

In quest of the elusive tv remote

A shiny treasure gleamed in the musty dark:

My long-lost British Army pocketknife

 

O, beloved opener of tins and envelopes

Dear sharer-out of slices of summer apples

The gardener and mechanic’s most useful tool

The philosopher’s most thoughtful instrument

 

In all one’s studies and adventures in life

A man’s not dressed without his pocketknife

Friday, April 1, 2022

An Aging Hunter-Gatherer on Morning Patrol - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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An Aging Hunter-Gatherer on Morning Patrol

 

Up before dawn for coffee with Venus

Cool and dry, a San Diego dawn

Medicines for the creaky old dog

Medicines for the creaky old me

 

Early to town for a Connie-cut

At girly Designs Et Cetera

North of town past the traffic light

The school board, taxes, marriages, and deaths

 

A cruise by the Sonic for cholesterol

Home to think about mowing the yard

Thursday, March 31, 2022

High-Speed Space Chatter - a bit of goofy free verse "ripped from the headlines" and blah-blah

 

Lawrence Hall

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High-Speed Space Chatter

 

laser focus absolutely mission control

a very brief hold okay The Roaring Twenties

Ready to go final checks revs up

I can’t wait to see auto-sequence

 

We’ve entered a brief hold our teams will assess

we’ll be right back that hold has been released

ladies and gentlemen it is time Godspeed

we’re handing it over to mission control

 

our four human flight crew Godspeed

on its way to speece space

 

mego way to go! They just became official astronauts Carmen line well into space apogee returning from space fins all earning their keep really doing some work what an incredible sight out there critical step sonic boom man! Was that incredible! I just love hearing that sound! Touchdown New Shepherd! Welcome back to earth all I can say Jackie is wow! Will take your breath away there’s nothing like it right above that feather beginning to dump propellants that’s a key there go the main parachutes! For the Roaring Twenties crew flying today from the blackness of space to standby touchdown the West Texas desert standby touchdown standby touchdown standby touchdown Wooo!  Wooo! Official U.S. astronauts...

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Where are Our Classmates Now? - rhyming doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

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Whatever Happened to Ol’ What’s-His-Name?

 

Whenever I want to know about my old classmates

Those friends of youth, those moral supports

Their lives, their careers, their families, their fates,

I check the news for the arrest reports

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

Book Reviewers: Stop Unpacking! - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

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Book Reviewers: Stop Unpacking!

 

You unpack the words, you unpack the lines

You unpack the themes, you unpack the scenes

You unpack the hints, you unpack the signs

You unpack the beats, you unpack the means

 

You unpack the forms, you unpack the rhymes

You unpack the plot, you unpack the verse

You unpack the memes, you unpack the times

You unpack everything and make it worse!

 

With some exasperation I ask of you -

Just what does all this unpacking DO?

Monday, March 28, 2022

We Will Build a Heaven on Earth - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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We Will Build a Heaven Here on Earth

 

A Hymn of the Enlightenment

 

We will build a heaven here on earth

A world of peace, prosperity, and love

Where all may live in well-ordered harmony

In a land of rational fellowship

 

We will build a heaven here on earth

The Enlightenment will teach us how

To shape with science the former Creation

Rendering it into numbers, lines, and facts

 

We will build a heaven here on earth

No matter how many millions we must kill

To make it so

Sunday, March 27, 2022

The Bubbas Karamazov - weekly column, 27 March 2022

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The Bubbas Karamazov

 

This is the beauty of a free and open society, that is to say, there is no place for government censorship of the arts.

 

-Robert Hanna, City Manager, Abilene, Texas

 

When Russian bombs began falling on Ukraine some of the school curricula interrupted would have included Russian authors, censored not by the Ukrainian government but by Russian bombers.

 

State censorship has always been a feature of Russian governments. The Czars, the Soviets, and now the Kleptocrats feel that most people are nothing more than economic functions whose only purpose is to work and pay taxes. Papa needs a bigger yacht, you know. If the said economic functions read books and poetry and newspapers they might start getting ideas, and ideas are dangerous.

 

One of the ironies of Dobby-the-House-Elf’s war is that while Russian art, music, and literature are not censored in Ukraine they are more and more censored in the West, that is, in Europe and the Americas.

 

An Italian university in Milano / Milan cancelled a lecture series on Dostoyevsky because, well, he’s a Russian. A dead Russian, but still a Russian. The city government of Firenze / Florence has received numerous demands that the statue of Dostoyevsky installed in the city only a few months ago be removed. So far the mayor, Dario Nardella, is standing firm in the matter.

 

Canada – and this is a surprise – has also succumbed to the Aunt Pittypat vapors. Pianist Alexander Malofeev, 20, has been dropped from his three engagements with Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal. The Vancouver Recital Society, too, weaseled out on an appearance by Malofeev.

 

So much for that “the true north strong and free” thing, eh.

 

England has banished the Bolshoi Ballet from its summer season.

 

Ireland has canceled Swan Lake.

 

But surely the U.S.A. stands tall against censorship, right? Nope. The Metropolitan Opera in New York has dropped soprano Anna Netrebko like a hot bowl of borscht. Who would have thought that Puccini and Verdi were a menace to truth, justice, and the American way?

 

However, there is a bright, shining star of defiance, and that is the Lone Star State.  You know, Texas, where all those anti-cultural rednecks, farmers, and oilmen (sniff) live and work.

 

A private enterprise arts group, The Russian Ballet Theatre, schedules frequent visits throughout the U.S.A., including McAllen, Beaumont, and Abilene. That “Russian” in the name has caused a problem for some.

 

The city manager of Abilene, Robert Hanna, though, is a stand-up American who said,

 

We encourage those who may not wish to attend the March 20th performance of Swan Lake by the Russian Ballet Theatre at the Abilene Convention Center to not attend. Those that wish to attend, should be free to do so. This is the beauty of a free and open society, that is to say, there is no place for government censorship of the arts.

 

I’d like to think that he then fired a cannon shot from the walls, but he probably didn’t.

 

Dobby-the-House-Elf is choking civilization in Russia and trying to do so in Ukraine. In Russia an individual can be arrested for calling the war a war, for carrying a blank sign, for using a wrong word, and for suggesting the mass-murder of thousands of people might not reflect the ideas of Pushkin, Dostoyevsky, Ahkmatova, Solzhenitsyn, Tsvetaeva (no, I can’t pronounce that, but she was one of many Russian writers canceled by mysterious deaths), Tolstoy, and other disharmonious elements.

 

In Russia, even Swan Lake has become anathema to Dobby, for when television and radio stations are shut down by the government the broadcasters play Tchaikovsky as their last act before the plug is pulled and the security services push the staff out into the streets (if they’re lucky).

 

Censorship is practiced by tyrannies, not by free nations. Perhaps folks in Milan, London, Dublin, Montreal, Vancouver, New York, and other cities where petty tyrants tell them what books and shows they may or may not read should see how little Abilene, Texas defends the freedom of the arts.

 

 

Milan censors Dostoyevsky’s study and in Florence, they want to unbolt his statue – The Observatorial

 

City of Abilene says anyone against Russian Ballet Theatre performance should ‘not attend' (msn.com)

 

A Russian pianist's shows are canceled, even though he condemns the war in Ukraine : NPR

 

Met Opera drops Anna Netrebko, the star soprano tied to Vladimir Putin : Deceptive Cadence : NPR

 

Don’t wage war against Russian scholars | The College Fix

 

The show can’t go on: Russian arts cancelled worldwide | Russia | The Guardian

 

-30-

 

 

Scholarship Applications as Existential Depair - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Scholarship Applications as Existential Despair

 

I made all AS in honors english

Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends

I am active in my cruch. And sunday school

Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends

 

Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends

I like hunting deer. And my family

Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends

I go out to much for anytime for hobbies

 

Shopping, video games, hanging with my friends -

My powerful quest of excellence never ends

Saturday, March 26, 2022

A Discarded Cat - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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A Discarded Cat

 

She adopted us several weeks ago

And after the usual hissings and spittings

Was accepted by the other cats

And the yapping dachshunds? Well, not so much

 

Cinnamon-Cat loves to be petted and fed

She follows me about my daily work

With plants and plots and pots and honeybees

But she doesn’t quite trust me, not yet

 

But I’ll do my best; you can bet on that

For she is no longer a discarded cat

Friday, March 25, 2022

Halftime Show - A James Bond Medley (poem)

 

Lawrence Hall

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Halftime Show – A James Bond Medley

 

Arrangement by Cliff Clash, B.A., M.Ed,

Choreography by Cliff Clash, B.A., M.Ed,

And Ms. Feather Dream Jones-Clash, B.A.

 

In a dinner jacket from the theatre club

A sophomore spy-dances among the twirlers

Along the fifty-yard line all sodden with

The stench of muck and summer-sodden heat

 

The sodium lights cast a wicked glare

Upon the field and the concession stand

Where snackers in cartoon tees ignore

The blat of the tubas, the boom of the drums

 

The polyester uniforms now march away

While James Bond coughs in clouds of mosquito spray

Thursday, March 24, 2022

The Mediaeval Project - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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The Mediaeval Project

 

Let us progress to the Middle Ages

Those centuries that anchor us in love

Oh, yes, we’ll take along our antibiotics

Our printing presses, eyeglasses, and pocketknives

 

But we will progress to a living world

Of well-tended fields and chapels of ease

The daily mysteries of the Rosary

Following the mysteries of the plough

 

Let us progress to the Middle Ages

Each life a Word written on sunlit pages

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

I Met a Girl in Newfoundland - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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I Met a Girl in Newfoundland

 

She was seated behind the courtesy desk

At the Costco in Saint John’s

All bundled up and shivering

On a drizzly morning in July

 

“Oh, it’s not that cold,” I laughed

“I’ve never been warm in my life,” she replied

“I’ve never been off this island

And I’ve never been warm in my life”

 

After a pause, I slunk away

To ponder my coldness that summer day

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

A Judge Who Looks Like Me - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

A Judge Who Looks Like Me

 

I do not want a judge who looks like me

I want a judge who looks at me

                                                          and you

And tells us all, “You have asked for justice

And justice you will have.”

Sunday, March 20, 2022

The Sunshine Protection Act - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Sunshine Protection Act

 

Our Senate has passed the Sunshine Protection Act

And if Old Sol is a sentient being

(And most of us rather hope he is)

He will be much surprised to hear of it

 

We didn’t know the sun needed protecting:

He rises every day and gives us his best

His brightest “good morning” slanting across

Our happy dreams as they become our hopes

 

Some tell us that our star is a minor sun

But we’ve never met a finer one!

A Lawyer Who Bullies Children - weekly column, 3.20.2022

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

A Lawyer Who Bullies Children

 

Last week there was an “incident” [Disney World ‘regrets’ performance by Texas high school’s drill team at Magic Kingdom - NewsBreak] at Disney World: a dance routine by a high school drill team with the Port Neches-Groves band during a parade at Disney World.

 

“Incident,” it says. An incident. A high school dance routine was an incident.

 

An attorney – let us call her Miz Grundy – decreed the performance “racist” [Video of 'Racist' Routine That Spurred Disney World Apology Gets 1.2M Views (newsweek.com)]:

 

Cuz a bunch of kids in fringe chanting “scalp ‘em Indians, scalp ‘em” is honor, right?

And any Natives who attend @pngisd should prolly just accept their classmates dehumanizing them cuz “tradition”, right?

Shame on @DisneyParks hosting this. Nostalgic racism is RACISM. pic.twitter.com/ELsJHRgJlw

 

['Indianettes' Drill Team Not Allowed to Wear War Bonnets, But Are Allowed to Chant 'Scalp 'Em' During Magic Kingdom Performance - WDW News Today ](wdwnt.com)]

 

One is surprised to read that an attorney writes “cuz” for “because” and “prolly” for “probably,” misplaces commas, capitalizes inappropriately, and employs quotation marks for sarcasm. Puerile usage tends to compromise whatever thesis one is trying to make.

 

Although the Port Neches-Groves band, including the Indianettes (that usage is admittedly awkward), has visited the Magic Kingdom numerous times in the past, this is the first time the habitually offended bothered to notice.

 

A spokesperson for Disney (the happiest place on earth, and so on) quickly flung the kids under the metaphorical bus, averring that a charming and innocent dance routine does not reflect Disney’s “core values” [Disney World ‘regrets’...].

 

The Disney Company produced and still profits from Song of the South, Davy Crockett: Indian Fighter, Dumbo, The Jungle Book, Peter Pan, and perhaps other films with inappropriate depictions of different peoples, but they deflect from their own behaviors by piling on the kids who participate and contribute.  These are the sort of young people we want, energetic and disciplined. But they are being hammered (that’s a metaphor; the grim Miz Grundy might not understand that) while the kids whose lives center on playing video games and hanging out are unnoticed and thus not faulted.

 

None of us can sort out the often violent history of this nation. We should do a better job than we have in the past, and deal with it with honesty, humility, and self-reflection, not self-obsessed ideologies. It is certain that none of the enormities of our troubled past can be addressed by censoring, of all things, children’s dance routines.

 

Angry emails are soaring through the airwaves among Disney, those who claim to represent the Indianettes, Miz Grundy, and the Cherokee Nation Principal Chief.

 

Fine.

 

Have at it.

 

That’s democracy in action.

 

But leave the kids alone.

 

-30-

Saturday, March 19, 2022

We Love our Geriatric Murder Mysteries - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

We Love our Geriatric Murder Mysteries

 

We love our geriatric murder mysteries:

Father Brown with his parcels and brolly

Columbo and his rambling histories

Inspector Barnaby and Troy, by golly

 

Jessica Fletcher writing novels Down East

Good Doctor Sloan solving crime on the beach

Ben Matlock who thinks hot dogs are a feast

Poirot and Miss Marple, teacups in reach

 

Typewriters, file folders, and telephones

And hidden behind a wall –

                                              the victim’s bones!

Friday, March 18, 2022

The Song of the Rotor-Tiller is Heard in Our Land - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Song of the Rotor-Tiller is Heard in Our Land

 

The tines are set for six inches

 

Today we harvest broken bits of glass

Fragments of old toys, bit of aluminum

A Sylvania flash cube still intact

From a picture taken decades ago

 

The tines are set for rich earth

 

Tomorrow we’ll plant sunflowers to sing

“Slava Ukraini!” In the summer sun

Tomatoes, zinnias, peppers in their zones

A little sweet corn and more flowers for fun

 

The tines are set for happiness

 

In this little garden-world of peace

Between the bee-pool and the olive tree

Thursday, March 17, 2022

We Write Our Words in Order to Give them Away - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

We Write Our Words in Order to Give Them Away

 

Only connect

 

-Evelyn Waugh

 

All literature is world literature

A culture that hugs itself to itself

And refuses to share and share alike

Consumes itself in a closed loop, and dies

 

A mother sings to see her baby smile

A farmer whistles as he follows the plow

A poet speaks to hear her words aloud

A seaman chants his strength against the wind

 

All workers in all languages create -

All literature is world literature

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

William Wordsworth Receives an Email of Rejection - poem

 Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com


William Wordsworth Receives an Email of Rejection

 

Dear Pronoun-of-Preference Wordsworth:

 

We have interrogated your poem about daffodils

And can only regret your lack of filtering

For post-colonial non-binary tropes

And gender-vulnerable intersectionality

 

The daffodils appear not to have been consulted

With regard for their self-affirmation

Which suggests patriarchal guilt through your

Hetero-normative stratification

 

We find your daffodils ruthlessly aggressive

And your masculinist constructs, yes, regressive

 

We wish you success elsewhere. Anywhere

Go away

Tuesday, March 15, 2022

Hitchhikers May Be Escaping Inmates - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Hitchhikers May Be Escaping Inmates

 

A Sign Along a Texas Road

 

Hitchhikers may be escaping inmates

 

Newton is one way, and Jasper the other

Along the two-lane blacktop between the fields

A farmer in chambray blue cultivates his corn

And lads in prison whites cultivate the state’s

 

Hitchhikers may be escaping inmates

 

The passerby wonders if the hitchhikers

Are escaping from inmates or if

The hitchhikers are the inmates who choose

Not to be inmates at the moment

 

Hitchhikers may be escaping inmates

 

And then there’s the difference between “may” and “might”

Hitchhikers and inmates, soon out of sight

 

Maybe we’re all trying to escape something

 

Monday, March 14, 2022

But Which Jaw Drops - the Upper? Or the Lower? - errant nonsense

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

But Which Jaw Drops – the Upper? Or the Lower?

 

An advert assures us its product is jaw-dropping

If true, this loss of body parts would be painful

And which part of the purchaser’s jaw drops?

The upper jaw? The lower jaw? The set?

 

Given our recent experience with Nile.com

We can’t be sure of both jaws for one price

The advertisement might be for a set of jaws

But the small print says you have to pay extra

 

For a complete jaw-jaw

 

As a dime-store guru from the 60s might ask

What is the sound of one jaw dropping?

Dropping

Dropping

Dropping

(Clunk!)

Sunday, March 13, 2022

I Don't Know How Life Can Go On - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

I Don’t Know How Life Can Go On

 

Life can be an impossible hurdle

Just now I want to hide and turn turtle

My breakfast within me has begun to curdle

Because for the first time I lost the Wordle!

Do Not Forsake Me, Oh, My Dushen'ka - weekly column, 13 March 2022

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Do Not Forsake Me, Oh, My Dushen’ka

 

Should Tex Ritter and John Wayne be cancelled as Russian sympathizers?

 

Imagine Tex Ritter, that good ol’ Panola County boy, singing a western song composed by a veteran of the Soviet Red Army whose early works include music for huge Communist spectacles. Who among us hasn’t joined in to sing along with that merry toe-tapper, “The Storming of the Winter Palace?”

 

Imagine John Wayne hiring the same Russian musician for a number of his movies as well as becoming his friend.

 

And it’s true, of course. Dmitri Tiompkin was born in the Russian Empire in what is now Ukraine, was educated in Saint Petersburg / Petrograd / Leningrad, did some time in the Red Army, and made his way to Hollywood via Berlin, Paris, and New York. Had he been able to find steady work in the USSR he would later have been murdered in Stalin’s purges of thousands of artists, poets, scholars, filmmakers, musicians, soldiers, childhood friends, old comrades, Ukrainians, and, finally, physicians.

 

Tiompkin, a classically trained musician, was a biggie in American films for almost fifty years, and won his first Oscar for High Noon, including its title song, “Do Not Forsake Me, Oh, My Darling.”

 

John Wayne famously disliked High Noon for its purported Communist associations, although the Soviets criticized the film for its “individualistic” protagonist. In this movie the solitary sheriff faces the baddies with no help from the citizens except his Quaker wife.

 

As a response to High Noon John Wayne and Howard Hawks made Rio Bravo which took the same situation – a solitary hero facing a bunch of bad dudes – and reverses the concept by having the sheriff refuse the help of the willing but untrained citizenry, who in the end show up anyway.

 

Both are brilliant American films, but one would be required in film class with the sheriff as a protagonist; the other is a Saturday afternoon yippee in which the sheriff is a hero. “Protagonist” is film school; “hero” is old school. High Noon is in minimalist black-and-white and Rio Bravo is in glorious Technicolor. High Noon is heavy with introspection and existential philosophy, but Rio Bravo is pretty high in thinky-ness too.

 

What High Noon really lacks, though, is Angie Dickinson throwing a flowerpot through a saloon window.

 

Both films were scored by Dimitri Tiompkin. Wayne and Hawks were hawks, all right, but they wanted their favorite Russian to make the music, and no one could depict the old west as well as Tiompkin, who wrote in his autobiography:

 

steppe is a steppe is a steppe.... The problems of the cowboy and the Cossack are very similar. They share a love of nature and a love of animals. Their courage and their philosophical attitudes are similar, and the steppes of Russia are much like the prairies of America.

 

The point in all this is that neither Russians nor anyone else should act like Communists or Putin-istas through acts of canceling, of censorship, and we’ve been getting some of that lately. Recently we have seen pictures of silly people pouring Russian vodka into sewers, which neglects the reality that the Russians were already paid for the vodka. But some folks never allow an opportunity for posturing to go by.

 

Many thousands of Russians are in prison right now for protesting Mr. Putin’s illegal and unrestrained invasion of Ukraine. They represent many more thousands of Russians who agree with them but are not yet ready to be beaten in the streets, humiliated, arrested, imprisoned, and tortured. They are not posturing. They are being censored and, in some cases, canceled – really canceled - for disapproving of the mass murder of their Ukrainian neighbors.

 

When anyone suggests canceling or censorship, let us remember that the First Amendment (Russia doesn’t have one of those) is all about not canceling or censoring.

 

-30-

 

Saturday, March 12, 2022

Shifting the Clockfoolery Forward - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Shifting the Clockfoolery Forward

 

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.”

 

-Thoreau

 

This is the day we search out all the clocks:

 

Two in the den (in which no animals live)

One in the kitchen above the dishy sink

One in the dining room (it chimes the hours)

          (the clock, I mean; dining rooms do not chime)

One in the living room next to the piano

Five in the bedroom (I have no idea why)

          (Unless I should count clocks instead of sheep)

One in the guest bathroom (its battery is dead)

One in the guest room for guests to see

Three in my office (Mr. Spock tells time)

One on the patio for wasps to buzz

And all the old watches which are not smart

 

And pointlessly push them forward an hour

 

We often seem to be searching for time

But perhaps it is time who is searching for us