The Twenty-One Egyptian Martyrs

Twenty-One Martyrs of Egypt

Baptized into the mystery of death
Simon again carrying the Cross of Christ
But now each Simon carrying his own
Marched to the beach under the whips of scorn
Crowned with humiliation, fear, and pain
Agony, the obscenity of death
Canonized on the Cyrenian shore
Lifted up into eternal Joy
Twenty-one martyrs teach us how to die
Baptized into the mystery of death

Cambodia Comes to an End

Mack Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Cambodia Comes to an End

 

The Cambodian government recently arrested two American sisters for desecrating a religious and historical site by taking bare-bottom pictures of each other in Angkor Wat.  The two young women kept their shirts on, though – perhaps these were tees printed with “These ARE My Church Clothes®™” or maybe the obligatory portrait of pathological murderer and capitalist fashion ATM Che Guevara®™.

 

Someone might ask where their parents were, but, really, should twenty-somethings need mumsy and dadsy to tell them to keep their britches on in somebody else’s church?

 

The government is unsure about the proper punishment.  Given the reported poses, a few swings with a switch wouldn’t be amiss for the misses.

 

Many people the age of the moonbeam girls are working double shifts at minimum-wage jobs to maintain themselves, and can’t afford a holiday at all.  These two consumers, who enjoy enough disposable wealth to visit a UNESCO World Heritage Site, could think of little else to do at one of the world’s wonders except to act out the content of American television programming.

 

This failure to respect others and one’s self is not limited to Yanks.  Only a week before the bad American moons arising three French tourists chose to give the temple more exposure to the, uh, culture of La Belle France than was necessary.  The Cambodian government gave them suspended sentences and sent them home, which demonstrates that Cambodia is more civilized than France.

 

The week before that some other tourists, said only to be “Asian,” also thought that a thousand-year-old religious site was a clothing-optional experience.

 

At some point Cambodia might become so exasperated at those visitors who act like British footie fans that the punishments might involve more than a scolding and a ride to the airport in a police car.  And this might be happening now - as of this writing, the two young American women are still in a Cambodian holding facility.  No privacy, no air-conditioning, no MePhone, no television, no menu choices, and maybe only a damp, crowded concrete floor instead of a bunk.  That must fun.

 

Although the young women’s lack of a proper upbringing is probably George Bush’s fault, the reality is that no matter how shabby the parenting or lack of parenting, a young adult can begin to think for herself (the pronoun here is gender-neutal).  She can choose not to be fifty shades of victim.  She can choose not to be a cliché, a parasite, or a passive receiver of destructive sub-cultural indoctrination. She can choose to respect others by first respecting herself. 

 

Helping visitors grow up is not the responsibility of the government of Cambodia, who are busy enough recovering from a generation of Communist horror.

 

In the end (as it were), Cambodian tourists don’t visit churches in the USA in order to drop trou for a selfie in front of the baptismal font.

 

-30-

Brittle Sunlight

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Brittle Sunlight

 

Most say a sunbeam’s glare is beautiful

The February sun slanting upon

Poor optimistic flowers opening out

To celebrate the trickster’s transient warmth

Haze grey is gentler, drifts of morning mists

Through which ascending light speaks promises

Of happiness along life’s pearling dreams

When no sun marks or assigns us dutiful hours

To those who see whole worlds in shoaling leaves

Cold February fogs whisper happiness

National Public Radio Considers the New Cardinals

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

National Public Radio Considers the New Cardinals

 

authentic marginalized periphery

environment climate change key issues

chained to the tradition smacks you in the face

geographical diversity voices

of the global church geographic choice

revolutionary crop developing world

spiritual Alzheimer’s ideological conclusions

mandarins at the Vatican the left

upper echelons hot button dialogue

diverse comments for this thread are now closed

A Flickering Light Among the Winter Trees

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Shhhhh - Did You See That?

 

A flickering light among the winter trees,

A bell that’s barely heard within the wind

Like rumors of poor wandering souls who mourn

Departed glories through a moonless night

While guarded in forgotten rites by soft

Mysterious footfalls heard in the dark

By frightened men who scuttle quickly back

To where the feeble streetlamps flail against fear,

Saying nothing to their pals in the pub about

A flickering light among the winter trees

Texas' Proposed Open-Carry Law

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Texas’ Proposed Open-Carry Law

 

All teachers trample the Constitution

All teachers promote contempt for the Flag

All teachers should be in an institution

All teachers are weird (and that one’s a fag)

All teachers despise the military

All teachers should be slowly microwaved

All teachers hate meat; they’re vegetary

All teachers hate Jesus; they can’t be Saved

All teachers are evil; the children are harmed:

And thus, they say, all teachers should be armed

Upon Learning that the Southern Poverty Law Center Maintains an Enemies List

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Upon Learning that the Southern Poverty Law Center

Maintains an Enemies List

 

Does anyone maintain a list of friends?

The construction flagman who smiles and waves

The neighbor’s boy who visits for a game of chess

The Friday morning coffee commandos

The waitress who flirts with all her old men

          The helpful sackboy at the grocery store

          The man who repairs your air-conditioner

          The nurse-practitioner who makes you all better

Does anyone maintain a list of friends?

The President Asks Congress to Approve More Corpses

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The President Asks Congress to Approve More Corpses

 

military force resolution robust

authorization national security

interests into harm’s way absolutely

necessary deployment enduring

offensive combat role limits authoritative

document timetable revisit the issue

discussion constitutional authority

AUMD  ISIL  ISIS, stability

integrity necessary and appropriate

associated persons or forces boots

Vocations

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Vocations

 

“I consecrate you to a great novitiate in the world.”

 

-Father Zosima to Alyosha in The Brothers Karamazov

 

The monastery gate opens easily

If it really needs opening at all

The road outside often leads somewhere else

But then it just as often leads back again

The distance measured by a crucifix

Where a weary traveler can pray awhile

Or maybe Harry Bailey’s hamburger joint

A cup of coffee and a cigarette

Offered by a pilgrim in the neon night

The monastery gate opens easily

The Student Commons

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The Student Commons

 

In the student commons between classes

Fluorescent lights over the Coke machine

Cartoons and soaps on the television screen

Grim thirty-somethings hunched in plastic chairs

Staring like Eloi at the Morlock box

Where Tom chases Jerry past Vanna White

And then across the bed where Brook and Ridge

Wrestle in geographic ecstasy

On the muddy banks of the sports channel

In the student commons between classes

One Shade of Going Viral

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

One Shade of Going Viral

 

A cloud of virus-sodden tissues builds

Billow on billow, like a summer storm

Weathering up for the afternoon rain,

Or like a trash-can snowman sneeze by sneeze.

A cold is like a favorite childhood toy

Discovered in a shoebox tucked away

Or a Robin Hood book of summer dreams

Three days’ escape from responsibilities

And pulling at a tissue once again

A cloud of irresponsible indolence builds

Does This Machine Kill Fascists?

Does This Machine Kill Fascists?

 

Does this machine kill Fascists?  Probably not

Unless it bores them to a yawning death

Through soporific clichés crudely imposed

Upon a few poor, battered chords that twang

Like the barbed wire of an Arctic gulag

Where happy comrades

Shiver in the snow

Wither in the wind

Starve on slops

Burn with typhus

Rot in the tundra

As they build the future upon mass graves

While the anti-Fascist cashes his checks

Lawrence Hall

mhall46184@aol.com

Cuddly Carnivores

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Cuddly Carnivores

 

Why do we humans cuddle carnivores

Give names to yapping little quadrupeds

Who growl at socks and shoes and closet doors

And rumple all the covers on all the beds?

What possible use is a dachshund pup

Who chews whatever her tiny teeth reach

And what doesn’t digest comes right back up -

Little dogs are impossible to teach!

But in my arms my Astrid softly snores:

That’s why we cuddle baby carnivores

For Rod McKuen

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

For Rod McKuen

 

The gentle singer of my youth has died

The poet of empty Sunday afternoons

And solitary strolls through Balboa Park

Among lovers and Frisbee-chasing dogs

Of laughing with shipmates while cleaning rifles

Because we knew more than the armorer

About dreaming away from learning war

About pretty girls laughing in the sun

A chansonnier in sweater, sneaks, and jeans:

The gentle singer of my youth has died

Politicians and Potties

Mack Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Deflating the Float Ball

 

The thought of political functionaries escorting citizens to the potty is creepy / stalky, but maybe not unexpected.  After all, for years the national government, unable to cobble together a budget, has nonetheless regulated the capacity of the toilet tanks to which on some occasions they herd citizens.

 

Late in January the Democrats of the House of Representatives held what the news calls a retreat at a hotel in Philadelphia.  Part of the security was provided by the D.C. Capitol Police, exercising their strong extra-territorial arm of D.C. law in the state of Pennsylvania. 

 

Whatever the occasion or purpose of the retreat (and why do they call it that?), the House Democrats suffered the punishment of having to listen to a speech by Vice-President Joe Biden.  Ouch.

 

Reporters present reported (because reporting is what reporters do) that if they bugged out of the speech (and who wouldn’t!) to visit the euphemism they were escorted by an official Democratic Party staffer.

 

Maybe the EPA sent them so that the reporters wouldn’t be…you know…beneath illegal 150-watt incandescent light bulbs. 

 

Hey, who wouldn’t want to be the up-and-coming political functionary who is deputed to watch the watchers wee-wee?  This is why young Americans study political science in our great universities.

 

How is service on the potty patrol scored on the staffers’ annual written evaluation?

 

And what do the staffers say over coffee or a brew after their shift?

 

“Say, Biff, rough day?”

 

“Watching a CNN crone in the john.  ‘Rough day’ – ya think?”

 

“Don’t feel like Steve Kroft, okay?  I and my 4.0 GPA from Columbia fetched toilet paper for some Fox newsies who wanted to know if it were free-range.”

 

“Bartender…!”

 

What is unclear is why some of the Honorable Members of the House determined that reporters can’t go…you know…without minders.  Is the Fourth
Estate notorious for wrapping the House chambers?  Do they need reminding to wash their hands and check their zippers and buttons?

 

The reader wonders how Edward R. Murrow, Douglas Edwards, Chet Huntley, David Brinkley, and Ernie Pyle would have responded to twenty-something functionaries supervising their occasional necessary visits.

 

If someone suggests that some aspects of our government seem to be in the toilet, well, maybe that’s not a metaphor.

 

-30-

 

January Weary

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

January Weary

 

Dark weeks of wind and clouds and rain have passed

Into the east where wild storms go to die

While in the west above the woods the moon

A glowing curve of cold reigns over the sky

Now close the door after a lingering look

Upon silence and frost this January night

And dream by the fire, with blanket and book,

Sweet images of spring in the flickering light

And sunlight tomorrow - the frost won’t last

Long weeks of wind and clouds and rain have passed

News From Russia

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

News from Russia

 

The Brothers Karamazov, Book II

 

There was little news from Russia today

At the monastery the late liturgy

Was over around eleven or so

The faithful crossing themselves as they left,

Mostly poor folk, walking to their homes for lunch

And then back to work.  They hardly noticed

A party of their betters strolling about

Reading tombstones, giggling about the quaint monks

Waiting to see a reed swaying in the wind

There was little news from Russia today

Je Suis Dust Jacket

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aoll.com

 

Je Suis Dust Jacket

 

Can’t-put-it-down layered tapestry of

Spell-binding patriarchal must-read rich

Ness woven of cross-cultural patriarchal

Assumptions is a multi-gendered land

Mark of accessible, richly textured

Narratives that will make you laugh, make you cry,

And change your life forever through a unique

Voice of powerful unstinting timeless

Human condition moving milestone land

Mark compelling nuanced epic of searing

Honesty and gripping poignancy burnt

Into the human conscience challenges

The heterosexist patriarchal

Mainstream that will define a generation

Iconic sensual stunning absorbing

Lapidary roman a clef triumph

Definitive edgy in the tradition

Of luminous provocative.  And stuff.

Some Mornings Are Like That

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Some Mornings are like That

 

The day begins, but not in optimism

Sunrise is tiresome, fresh coffee tastes old

The frost in the fields has been used before

Even the evergreens are evertired

So what will you now do? Give it all up?

Oh, no.  Toothbrush and shaver to the front

A shower, hot, get dressed, laugh at yourself

Lace up your sneakers, however awkwardly

Now touch the Crucifix, take up your work

The day begins – to stand up is a victory

After Epiphany III

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

After Epiphany III

 

The stripping of the tree is almost Lenten

The ornaments gone, only “bare ruined choirs”

Remain, no comfort of carols or hymns

As it is dragged outside into the cold

It almost seems to shiver in the winter sun

Reduced to poverty and then to scraps

Which in the months to come enkindle then

An evening fire after the cows are milked

But not celebrated with festive lights

The stripping of the tree is almost Lenten