Thursday, March 22, 2018

If Wars Were Subject to Copyright - poem

Lawrence Hall
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If Wars Were Subject to Copyright

If wars were subject to a copyright -
Then candidates would have to pay a fee
Each time they appeal to the glorious past
When standing for the election, the proceeds
To fall like bloody weregeld on the dead
Who can never cash the checks anyway

If wars were subject to a copyright -
Then Hollywood movies should pay their dues
Whenever a bold, scripted commando,
Body-waxed muscles glistening with makeup,
Advances up Hamburger-Helper Hill
With a patriotic song on his lipstick

If wars were subject to a copyright –
The generals’ memoirs, the admirals’, too,
Would pay to lighten the blighted young lives
Of soul-fragmented lads whose pain and blood
Won the air-conditioned another star
And unctuous applause at the officers’ club

If wars were subject to a copyright -
The President would have to pay his bill
Each time he banged the lectern for a war,
That glorious dux bellorum dux-ing
From the rear, while a squadron of pigs fly
Above, powered by pixie-dust and smoke

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Ad Orientem (a Russia series, 58) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Ad Orientem

Let us now face the sun, and not ourselves
And so forswear the mirrored loop of Us
That zeitgeist chasing its ossified Now
Into a spiral of dark nothingness

A club that looks endlessly at itself
Sharing dismal, universal handshakes1
Can never see the Incarnation dawn
As joyful, laughing Light upon the world

His star is in the east, and too His sun -
Let us worship the Lord, and not ourselves

1Yes, pinched from John Milton

Satan's Gasoline Pump - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Satan’s Gasoline Pump

X-treem card?
(Beep!) World Poker Tour card?
Credit card?
Debit card?
(BEEP!) Insert card now.
No, not that way, stupid!
Turn it around!
Would you like a receipt?
Why not?
What is your weight?
What is your (beep!) fate?
Would you like a free car wash?
Don’t talk to me like that –
I’m going to make you push some more buttons.
Push the “enter” button
which is cleverly (beep!) hidden
in a thicket of other buttons.
Oh, dear, you couldn’t find
The “enter” button in time!
Start over (Beep!) hahahahahahaha.
Gas went up ten cents a qallon since you got here.
There’s a motorcycle gang waiting behind you.
Impatiently.
Hurry!
You want air? (Beep!) Drive around back
And have your credit card ready.
Do you want water for your radiator? Yes?
Arctic Mountain Springs?
Montana (Beep!) Mountain Springs?
Sierra Mountain Springs?
All-Natural Mountain Springs?
City water??????
Would you like to come inside
and buy (Beep!) cigarettes from a hefty country girl
with a mouth full of chewing tobacco?
No?
Lift handle and select…
COMPUTER ERROR
Please start over.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Eligible for an Upgrade (a Russia series, 57) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Eligible for an Upgrade

Good comrades once were forced to stand in lines
To register submission to The Cause
And beg for life while starving in the cold
Applauding all the while their misery

Good comrades still fall in obediently
To register submission to the ‘phone
And fight for selfie-space – oooh, look at me!
Applauding bars of connectivity

The irony of queueing before false shrines-
Good comrades once were forced to stand in lines

1 Corinthians 1:22 - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

1 Corinthians 1:22

For both the Jews require signs, and the Greeks seek after wisdom
 
-Douay-Rheims

Having barely graduated from school
Being fitted with wisdom just won’t happen
But a sign would be nice, a miracle
Just a small one, to make sense of all this

I wouldn’t know a Q source from shoe polish
But don’t patronize me with bumper stickers,
Reimagine Truth as paradigm shifts,
Or shout out with a Sola Scriptura

I am already my own stumbling block
And my own foolishness (complete with notes)

Monday, March 19, 2018

The Duck and Cover Drill (a Russia series, 56) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Duck and Cover

The duck and cover drill was never frightening
Not like arithmetic, or the teacher’s stare
For if the rockets fell, no more homework
Or switch-inducing notes to Mom and Dad

“Lawrence is a smart boy but needs to work harder.”
We crouched beside our desks and giggled
About old Khruschev bombing East Texas
Any American could whip three Commies

We had James Stewart and President Eisenhower

And so

The duck and cover drill was never frightening

An Inheritance of Fragments - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

An Inheritance of Fragments

Upon reading John Mark Reynolds’ essay
“The Shattered Image of the Thirteenth Century”

We’re born as exiles in a castle’s ruins
And learn to play among long-fallen stones
We hold up shards of glass against the sun
Delighting in the colors falling through

Pendentives now bear up only the skies
Above twelve empty niches in a row
A prophet-wind sighs through an upper room
And fallen leaves decay on shelves collapsed

A gone-wild garden roams along the walls
And through an ancient arch an apple falls

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Following a Path Worn by Pilgrims (a Russia series, 55) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Following a Path Worn by Pilgrims

Doctor Zhivago, p. 75

No one is first along a pilgrim road
Other footsteps began our journey for us -
To Bethlehem, Emmaus, Damascus –
Wherever the heart is centered in hope

Someone has stepped on this cactus before
And sat on that rock to pull out the spines
And muttered about the indignity
Of a holy man pestered with stickers

But humility is part of the search

Because

No one is last along a pilgrim road

Wormold's Strange Machinery in Oriente Province

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Wormold’s Strange Machinery in Oriente Province

When powered up in operation mode
A structure rotates like a merry-go-mad
At the cylinder’s cone, and further back
Uprights rectilineal pulse in place

A slender tube poised for flight, it seems,
All sinister and sleek, ready for launch -
But purposed for what?
                                          Electrification
Of dental hygiene for The People’s teeth

Our Man in Havana has sent us the pix:
The Atomic Toothbrush is our dental fix!

Saturday, March 17, 2018

The 15th of March, 1917 (a Russia series, 54) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

The 15th of March, 1917

On this dark day, this evil day, this day
In a railway carriage on a branch line
Three hundred years of civilization
And millions of lives, three generations
Were signed away with a few penned words
In a railway carriage on a branch line
On this dark day, this evil day, this day

Voiceless Voices Empowering the Marginalized Visionary Voiceful - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Voiceless Voices Empowering the Marginalized Visionary Voiceful

Voices visions #resistance
PayPal and all major credit cards selfie
Occupation under Trump diversity
In Trump’s Amerika alt.woke.taghash

Get your rosaries off my recycled batteries
Transgressive lines in a paradigm shi(f)t
We need to start the conversation, so shut up
While I’m centering thoughts and prayers on me

But the baby’s nappies need changing again
And who is going to carry the garbage out?

Friday, March 16, 2018

Because the Dragon Never Forgets (a Russia series, 53) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Because the Dragon Never Forgets

St. George, who fights our daily dragons for us
With golden prayers, and silver sword aloft-
Shall we neglect him on his festal day
Dismissing him as a Perseus myth?

Oh, no – for any man is more a myth
Than any saint, whose glory is in God
And not in his calendar reputation
Or in the vaporous memories of men

Even unremembered, he is our shield -
St. George, who fights our daily dragons with us

The First Moon Landing as Explained by a Waitress in Texas - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

The First Moon Landing as Explained
by a Waitress in Texas

1st Waitress

“Like, the flag’s waving in the wind, okay?
But there ain’t no wind on the moon. I’ve been
Graduated two years, and they can’t fool me.”

2nd Waitress

“It was, like, on a pole and stuff, you know?”

1st Waitress

“They would say that, wouldn’t they, right? Okay?”

Thursday, March 15, 2018

School Walkouts - What Would Little Sheldon Do? - column

Mack Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

What Would Little Sheldon Do?

The concept of a school walkout, which is a temper tantrum on the level of “I’m going to hold my breath until I turn blue,” isn’t in itself an intellectual challenge – the subject opens the door, often with his or her little fistie clinched while yelling “My momma said I don’t have to put up with your **** anymore,” and walks away.

Is that so difficult?

According to several news sources, the students of Antioch High School in Tennessee messed up a hissy-fit walk-out so badly that they had to try again on Thursday.

According to its own site, Antioch High School is proud to be a S.T.E.M. school (https://schools.mnps.org/antioch-high-school). The principal or her amanuensis also tippy-typed the usual filler-language about “high-quality academic programs, “state-of-the-art” something-or-other, “vision,” “knowledge, skills and character,” and “vision” again.

That’s all well and good, but the future Stephen Hawkings and Albert Einsteins couldn’t even manage skipping school. They tore down a flag and trod on it, vandalized a police car, and fought with each other, all in the name of non-violence.

But, hey, if you call boorish behavior S.T.E.M. then everything’s okay.

On Thursday a selected few young scientists were permitted to walk out again, and reportedly made a success of look-at-me hooky. They raised the flag they had walked on the day before, and the band played the National Anthem.

But how curious that a high school administration organized a walkout. How did they determine which students would be permitted to leave school and who would be required to stay?

In a press release (to go with the student release), the district said:

We encourage parents to talk to your child(ren) about how they may be feeling, and the importance of expressing themselves in appropriate ways while at school. MNPS also has counselors available and ready to talk to students at any time. (https://patch.com/tennessee/antioch-south-nashville/national-school-walkout-antioch-students-rip-down-flag)

Well, all right, the young S.T.E.M visionaries left their classes, and with knowledge, skills, and character tore down the flag, vandalized a police car, and got into fights. And all this peace ‘n’ love was under the guidance of their school administration, who function under the authority of the democratically-elected school board. Maybe the parents will want to share their feelings with the trustees they elected to organize a program of instruction, not a program of rioting.

-30-

Contra Julius and Gregory (a Russia series, 52) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Contra Julius and Gregory

A year does not fail, because there are no years
There are only seasons dancing through being
The choreography of Creation
Written with meteors dreamed out of stars

And so the first day of January
Is the thirty-second of December
And neither is either or even itself
But only a mark that says left foot forward

Continuing a step from beyond forever –
The year does not fail, because there are no years

A Song of My People

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

A Song of My People

What Would Woody Guthrie Say?

My stuff is my stuff, your stuff is my stuff
From your post-hole diggers to that nice pry bar
From your leaf blower to your garden rake
Your stuff – it now belongs to me

While I was climbing
Your backyard fence
I saw your bolt-cutters
Don’t take offense

But you are rich
(You’ve got a job)
I’m sharing your wealth
(I don’t really rob)

My stuff is my stuff, your stuff is my stuff
From the real long power cord to that full tool box
From your brand new shovel to your socket set
Your stuff – it now belongs to me

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Repudiating the Writers' Soviet (a Russia series, 51) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Repudiating the Writers’ Soviet

To Propagandists of All Flavors in All Nations

Sometimes my work is joyful, sometimes sad
Sometimes my work is good, more often bad -
But never does it belong to you, comrade.

Leonard Cohen - Kensington Avenue

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com


Kensington Avenue

With Leonard gone, who can wear a fedora?

A pilgrimage away from Kensington
Lovers and mountains and islands and words
Questions flung far into the universe
Returned as Alleluias angelic

Or as Comments Constant in lonely rooms
Where Marianne in memories spoke to him
Sometimes upon a wire from otherness
Finishing words about the avenue

Now home from mountains and islands and song -
Perhaps one answer was here all along

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Rasputin (a Russia series, 50) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Rasputin

There once was a scoundrel, Rasputin
Whose diet was entirely free of gluten
          Since it was all whiskey and gin
          And big helpings of sin -
But he died from poison and shootin’

Monday, March 12, 2018

More Byzantine than Russian, Still... (A Russia series, 49) - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Theodora

There once was an empress, Theodora
Whose subjects began to bore her
          They were too much at home
          In the old Hippodrome
So she killed ‘em - they’re pushing up flora.