Friday, January 24, 2020
Ploughing Across the Gap - poem
Lawrence Hall
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Between old Monterey and Central Park
There must be other lands and other views
And different modes of discourse to be shared
Where surf and subway are not pillars of faith
Surely there are rough poets of the plough
Who speed it through the loam (and spell it “plow”)
Turning over words and ideas and love
And growing truth beyond the furrow’s end
A wheat field or an alligator slough -
Everyone is somewhere – so where are you?
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Ploughing Across the Gap
Between old Monterey and Central Park
There must be other lands and other views
And different modes of discourse to be shared
Where surf and subway are not pillars of faith
Surely there are rough poets of the plough
Who speed it through the loam (and spell it “plow”)
Turning over words and ideas and love
And growing truth beyond the furrow’s end
A wheat field or an alligator slough -
Everyone is somewhere – so where are you?
Thursday, January 23, 2020
The Green Meadow Through a Doorbell Camera - poem
Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Old Man Coyote and his comrades yip
And howl and bark out in the midnight fields
But closer by, images grey and green
Record the doings of the lesser folk:
Billy Possum ambles across the lawn
In hopes of carrot-ends and potato peels
Bobby Raccoon and Peter Cottontail
Each night stop and exchange the latest news
Timmy the Flying Squirrel is seldom seen
Young Flash the Deer on the edge of the screen
In shyness skitters away into the dark
And Bob Cat claims the whole world as his park
At dawn the little folk will slip away
But they’ll return tonight to browse and play
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The Green Meadow Through a Doorbell Camera
For Thornton W. Burgess
And all the Little Folk of the Green Meadow
Old Man Coyote and his comrades yip
And howl and bark out in the midnight fields
But closer by, images grey and green
Record the doings of the lesser folk:
Billy Possum ambles across the lawn
In hopes of carrot-ends and potato peels
Bobby Raccoon and Peter Cottontail
Each night stop and exchange the latest news
Timmy the Flying Squirrel is seldom seen
Young Flash the Deer on the edge of the screen
In shyness skitters away into the dark
And Bob Cat claims the whole world as his park
At dawn the little folk will slip away
But they’ll return tonight to browse and play
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
Is He Woke? - poem
Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Yeah, every night about nine ****ed o’clock
To get himself ready for the night shift
Busting his knuckles on those worn-out valves
Up on a cracking tower at the refinery
Yeah, he’s woke.
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Is He Woke?
Yeah, every night about nine ****ed o’clock
To get himself ready for the night shift
Busting his knuckles on those worn-out valves
Up on a cracking tower at the refinery
Yeah, he’s woke.
Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Re-Imagining the University Yet Again - poem
Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Federal financial aid cisgender nouns
Labor market outcomes program-level data
Trans-discipline accountability
Post-colonial tuition and fees
De-masculinize this inclusive space
A different business model admissions pool
Competency-based binary evaluations
(Let no one question the chancellor’s pay and perks)
No
If we want civilization among us
Let’s pour ourselves a drink and argue The Good
NB: I employed “chancellor” as a catch-all for administration and the layers of good ol’ boys / good ol’ girls on boards. A correspondent suggested:
As long as you're questioning the chancellor's pay and perks, please also look into the HEAD football coach's salary, housing allowance, automobile and other perks, AND each of the ever-increasing salaries of those many specialized ASSISTANT coaches ... for offensive coordinator, offensive line, quarterbacks, running backs, defensive coordinator, defensive line, linebackers, defensive backfield, special teams, scouting, ...just to name a few.
I reminded my correspondent of the house warden in Doctor Zhivago who resents the eponymous hero for telling the truth, and says, “Your attitude is noticed, you know!”
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Re-Imagining the University Yet Again
Federal financial aid cisgender nouns
Labor market outcomes program-level data
Trans-discipline accountability
Post-colonial tuition and fees
De-masculinize this inclusive space
A different business model admissions pool
Competency-based binary evaluations
(Let no one question the chancellor’s pay and perks)
No
If we want civilization among us
Let’s pour ourselves a drink and argue The Good
NB: I employed “chancellor” as a catch-all for administration and the layers of good ol’ boys / good ol’ girls on boards. A correspondent suggested:
As long as you're questioning the chancellor's pay and perks, please also look into the HEAD football coach's salary, housing allowance, automobile and other perks, AND each of the ever-increasing salaries of those many specialized ASSISTANT coaches ... for offensive coordinator, offensive line, quarterbacks, running backs, defensive coordinator, defensive line, linebackers, defensive backfield, special teams, scouting, ...just to name a few.
I reminded my correspondent of the house warden in Doctor Zhivago who resents the eponymous hero for telling the truth, and says, “Your attitude is noticed, you know!”
Monday, January 20, 2020
Teenagers in the Book Store - poem
Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
There were three, two of them flitting about
The third was sitting cross-legged on the floor
In a sweater and jeans, her shoes kicked off
Quite lost in a slender paperback of verse
The gum-chewer in charge, flying a toy dragon
An obedient girl following him
Approached and announced “We’re going.
“I said we’re going. Hey, I said we’re going - NOW.”
In camouflaged defiance the reader arose
And shelved her book,
and smiled,
and whispered to me
“Thank you”
And I don’t know why
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Teenagers in the Book Store
“Only the solitary seek the truth”
-Boris Pasternak
There were three, two of them flitting about
The third was sitting cross-legged on the floor
In a sweater and jeans, her shoes kicked off
Quite lost in a slender paperback of verse
The gum-chewer in charge, flying a toy dragon
An obedient girl following him
Approached and announced “We’re going.
“I said we’re going. Hey, I said we’re going - NOW.”
In camouflaged defiance the reader arose
And shelved her book,
and smiled,
and whispered to me
“Thank you”
And I don’t know why
Sunday, January 19, 2020
The Question Chernyshevsky and Lenin Asked - poem
Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
On Monday there will be marches and rioting
Comrades and Activists and Anti-Thats
Bombs with the right hand, selfies with the left -
(Will anyone stay home and milk the cows?)
The tattoos of the Second Amendmenters
Will bristle at those of the New Red Guard
As trash bins burn in holy sacrifice –
(But who will wash the streets tomorrow dawn?)
They all scream for a Revolution, you’ll note -
(But did any of them ever bother to vote?)
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
The
Question Chernyshevsky and Lenin Asked
What is to be done?
Comrades and Activists and Anti-Thats
Bombs with the right hand, selfies with the left -
(Will anyone stay home and milk the cows?)
Will bristle at those of the New Red Guard
As trash bins burn in holy sacrifice –
(But who will wash the streets tomorrow dawn?)
(But did any of them ever bother to vote?)
Saturday, January 18, 2020
Socialist Capitalist Brutalist Health Care - a poem of protest
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Another bill for the CPAP today
This time from a collection agency
For an old machine paid for years ago
By Medicare, private insurance, and me
Contracts, receipts, copies of letters and notes
Are nothing to the computerized continuum
Along which elderly humans are abandoned
To drown in a miasma of incessant demands
Like the DVA they just seem to scoff:
Have the workers pay more and then
die off
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Socialist Capitalist Brutalist Health Care
“Health care was affordable before it became free”
-many attributions
For FamousNameBrand Healthcare, Medicare, and a collection agency
Another bill for the CPAP today
This time from a collection agency
For an old machine paid for years ago
By Medicare, private insurance, and me
Contracts, receipts, copies of letters and notes
Are nothing to the computerized continuum
Along which elderly humans are abandoned
To drown in a miasma of incessant demands
Like the DVA they just seem to scoff:
Have the workers pay more and then
die off
Friday, January 17, 2020
Saint Anthony, Abbot, Had a Rabbit - nonsense
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Saint Anthony, Abbot
Had a rabbit
Who
Chewed his shoe
(This bit of nonsense came to me in the pre-dawn several years ago while noting the date, 17 January, on the nice church calendar the funeral home gave me.)
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Saint Anthony, Abbot, Had a Rabbit
Saint Anthony, Abbot
Had a rabbit
Who
Chewed his shoe
(This bit of nonsense came to me in the pre-dawn several years ago while noting the date, 17 January, on the nice church calendar the funeral home gave me.)
Thursday, January 16, 2020
The House Speaker's Souvenir Pens - weekly column
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com
Not that a wise American quite trusts any news report, especially via the InterGossip, but apparently Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi really did hand out as souvenirs the dozens of pens she used with all due solemnity (cough) to sign the articles of impeachment. Even CNN found this somewhat embarrassing (https://edition.cnn.com/politics/live-news/trump-impeachment-live-01-15-2020/index.html).
The pens, stamped on the barrels with “Nancy Pelosi” in gold ink, were said to have been borne into the ceremony on a silver platter, but the photograph on CNN suggests that there were three platters in proletarian stainless steel. Maybe someone found a bargain at Goodwill.
The choice of metals could be a matter of controlling the budget or appealing to The People: one imagines that after the seven impeachment managers danced for the House Speaker she might have cried (but probably didn’t), “Bring me, on a proletarian stainless steel platter, the dignity of the congress!”
It could have been worse; the Speaker might have chosen to reflect the gravitas of a formal accusation of crimes against the nation by handing out balloons, helium-filled balloons at that, so that our conscript fathers and mothers could all talk like Donald Duck.
A few of them talk like Donald Duck anyway.
I believe that district attorneys and grand juries prefer to distribute fun-filled goodie bags for felony indictments.
Anticipate rubber duckies at the next state funeral.
If you look carefully at John Trumbull’s 1817 painting of the Declaration of Independence you can see, behind Hillary Clinton’s foot, the cardboard boxes of souvenir kazoos.
It is curious that in our state and local elections we the people are almost always presented with worthy choices of candidates for office. In local elections we are often presented with an embarrassment of riches, good men and women on both party tickets.
Why, then, do our two dominant parties fail to present Americans with serious candidates, men and women of genuine gravitas, for the highest offices, instead of oddballs of the sort who show up on YouTube and on doorbell cameras?
Bias note: Dear Reader, Y’r ‘Umble and Non-Nobel-Prize Winning Scrivener doesn’t like ANY of the personalities mentioned above, and would rather vote for you.
Mhall46184@aol.com
The House Speaker’s Souvenir Pens
Not that a wise American quite trusts any news report, especially via the InterGossip, but apparently Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi really did hand out as souvenirs the dozens of pens she used with all due solemnity (cough) to sign the articles of impeachment. Even CNN found this somewhat embarrassing (https://edition.cnn.com/politics/live-news/trump-impeachment-live-01-15-2020/index.html).
The pens, stamped on the barrels with “Nancy Pelosi” in gold ink, were said to have been borne into the ceremony on a silver platter, but the photograph on CNN suggests that there were three platters in proletarian stainless steel. Maybe someone found a bargain at Goodwill.
The choice of metals could be a matter of controlling the budget or appealing to The People: one imagines that after the seven impeachment managers danced for the House Speaker she might have cried (but probably didn’t), “Bring me, on a proletarian stainless steel platter, the dignity of the congress!”
It could have been worse; the Speaker might have chosen to reflect the gravitas of a formal accusation of crimes against the nation by handing out balloons, helium-filled balloons at that, so that our conscript fathers and mothers could all talk like Donald Duck.
A few of them talk like Donald Duck anyway.
I believe that district attorneys and grand juries prefer to distribute fun-filled goodie bags for felony indictments.
Anticipate rubber duckies at the next state funeral.
If you look carefully at John Trumbull’s 1817 painting of the Declaration of Independence you can see, behind Hillary Clinton’s foot, the cardboard boxes of souvenir kazoos.
It is curious that in our state and local elections we the people are almost always presented with worthy choices of candidates for office. In local elections we are often presented with an embarrassment of riches, good men and women on both party tickets.
Why, then, do our two dominant parties fail to present Americans with serious candidates, men and women of genuine gravitas, for the highest offices, instead of oddballs of the sort who show up on YouTube and on doorbell cameras?
Bias note: Dear Reader, Y’r ‘Umble and Non-Nobel-Prize Winning Scrivener doesn’t like ANY of the personalities mentioned above, and would rather vote for you.
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The House Speaker's Souvenir pens - poem
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
On a stainless steel tray bring us the prize
The dignity of Congress, like a sightless head
Now as stacks of souvenir pens to be flung
Like elementary-school giveaway treats
And bring us the President’s latest twoots
Festooned with coarse slurs and obscenities
His feral howls to a republic in decay
Amid the plastic pillars of puffery
But let this be the theme of our closing hymn:
We truly have no respect for any of them
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
The House Speaker’s Souvenir Pens
On a stainless steel tray bring us the prize
The dignity of Congress, like a sightless head
Now as stacks of souvenir pens to be flung
Like elementary-school giveaway treats
And bring us the President’s latest twoots
Festooned with coarse slurs and obscenities
His feral howls to a republic in decay
Amid the plastic pillars of puffery
But let this be the theme of our closing hymn:
We truly have no respect for any of them
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
"I Went to Vietnam to Understand America's Role..." - poem
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
A young writer for (Famous Travel Magazine)
Reports that she journeyed to Viet-Nam
And was blown away by what she learned there
Blown away
Sure
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
“I Went to Vietnam to Understand America’s Role in Its History
and Was Blown Away by What I Learned”
A young writer for (Famous Travel Magazine)
Reports that she journeyed to Viet-Nam
And was blown away by what she learned there
Blown away
Sure
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Death and Dentistry - poem
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
How easy it is to cry “Invictus!”
And babble about one’s unconquerable soul
or even
“Rage, rage, against the dying of the light!”
On those days when one hasn’t chipped a tooth
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Death and Dentistry
How easy it is to cry “Invictus!”
And babble about one’s unconquerable soul
or even
“Rage, rage, against the dying of the light!”
On those days when one hasn’t chipped a tooth
Monday, January 13, 2020
Bus Fare for the Common Man - poem
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
A set of civvies from the 4.0 Locker Club
Which fool no one; the hair is a sailor’s cut
That book of free verse everyone’s talking about
And a transfer to Mission Beach in hand
We rocket by stops down Lower Broadway
From Horton Square, palm trees and cigarettes
A KOGO radio ad on the back
Salesgirls on, sailors off, YMCA
I’m riding to Mission Beach to read and think –
We could have coffee. And talk. Will I see you there?
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Bus Fare for the Uncommon Man
With a transfer to Mission Beach
A set of civvies from the 4.0 Locker Club
Which fool no one; the hair is a sailor’s cut
That book of free verse everyone’s talking about
And a transfer to Mission Beach in hand
We rocket by stops down Lower Broadway
From Horton Square, palm trees and cigarettes
A KOGO radio ad on the back
Salesgirls on, sailors off, YMCA
I’m riding to Mission Beach to read and think –
We could have coffee. And talk. Will I see you there?
Sunday, January 12, 2020
Descartes Saw Nothing - poem
Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
A Cartesian measures:
A pre-adolescent human xx centimeters tall displacing varying amounts of turbid water of a certain ph in a tributary stream which at 1326 hours Central Standard Time channels the flow of xxx liters of water a minute in a southeasterly direction through a climax forest of mixed hardwoods, predominantly oak (97%), and other species (3%, unmarketable). Append a minimum of five peer-refereed sources formatted as per the APA and submit – submit – via pdf.
But you and I see:
A little child laughing and splashing in joy
Laughing and splashing in the shady creek
Barefoot, muddy foot in the creek, probably
Against her loving parents’ stern instructions
On a glorious Robin Hood summer day
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Descartes Saw Nothing
A Cartesian measures:
A pre-adolescent human xx centimeters tall displacing varying amounts of turbid water of a certain ph in a tributary stream which at 1326 hours Central Standard Time channels the flow of xxx liters of water a minute in a southeasterly direction through a climax forest of mixed hardwoods, predominantly oak (97%), and other species (3%, unmarketable). Append a minimum of five peer-refereed sources formatted as per the APA and submit – submit – via pdf.
But you and I see:
A little child laughing and splashing in joy
Laughing and splashing in the shady creek
Barefoot, muddy foot in the creek, probably
Against her loving parents’ stern instructions
On a glorious Robin Hood summer day
Saturday, January 11, 2020
The Beginning of Etiquette - poem
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Don’t lapse into low-prole defensiveness
About getting the settings properly spaced
Such is important, but for elegance
Just start with your heart; the rest falls into place
Don’t forget the napkins, set the plates so
Upon the tablecloth with its delicate lace
Silverware all in an orderly row
And never, ever neglect to say grace
Honor your guests and give thanks to God:
Anything less would be lacking and odd
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
The Beginning of Etiquette
Don’t lapse into low-prole defensiveness
About getting the settings properly spaced
Such is important, but for elegance
Just start with your heart; the rest falls into place
Don’t forget the napkins, set the plates so
Upon the tablecloth with its delicate lace
Silverware all in an orderly row
And never, ever neglect to say grace
Honor your guests and give thanks to God:
Anything less would be lacking and odd
Friday, January 10, 2020
Daf Yomi - poem
Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
The daily Daf Yomi will not make me
A better Jew; I am not a Jew at all
And Talmud is not a fashionable therapy
For it is not a therapy at all
Then why subscribe to a daily study page?
For much the same reason as one takes breath
Or turns aside to see a Burning Bush
Or wonders at that Voice whispering at night
The daily Daf Yomi will not make me -
I turn aside to read it because it burns
community@myjewishlearning.com
https://www.tabletmag.com/jewish-life-and-religion/ritual-and-observance/296538/daf-yomi-288-siyum-final
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Daf Yomi
The daily Daf Yomi will not make me
A better Jew; I am not a Jew at all
And Talmud is not a fashionable therapy
For it is not a therapy at all
Then why subscribe to a daily study page?
For much the same reason as one takes breath
Or turns aside to see a Burning Bush
Or wonders at that Voice whispering at night
The daily Daf Yomi will not make me -
I turn aside to read it because it burns
community@myjewishlearning.com
https://www.tabletmag.com/jewish-life-and-religion/ritual-and-observance/296538/daf-yomi-288-siyum-final
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