Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Ode on a Coffee Urn - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Ode on a Coffee Urn

 

If Keats Took His Morning Coffee

at Hub City Diner in Lafayette, Louisiana

 

Thou stainless steel bride of the day’s pale dawn

Thou foster-child of all our morning hopes

Patient historian who writes upon

The pages of our lives optimistic tropes:

 

What die-cut label hangs about thy shape

Of morning blends or sometimes darker roasts

From Jamaica’s Blue Mountain, or some further scape

Perhaps above Colombia’s green coasts

 

What men or gods are these who at Hub City can say

“What wonderful coffee for beginning the day!”

Monday, August 16, 2021

The Lone Ranger Masks Again - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Lone Ranger Masks Again

 

When I was a boy I wore my Lone Ranger mask

I even wore my Lone Ranger mask to school

Where mean ol’ Miz Griggs made me take it off

But now I may (as opposed to “can”) wear my mask

 

Indeed, I must wear a mask, and so, ha!

Ya can’t make me take it off now, Miz Griggs!

I can wear my Lone Ranger mask, so boo-hoo!

Me and the Lone Ranger, we ride again!

 

Only…the problem is…I’m not in school

 

Rats

Sunday, August 15, 2021

Back to School - weekly column 15 August 2021 (much of this is recycled from 2017)

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Random Thoughts about the First Day of School

 

For the past month there has not been a newspaper, radio station, or television station in this great land of saints and scholars that refrained from employing the cringe-making wheeze, “School is gearing up.”

 

No, school is not gearing up.  It has never geared up.  It will never gear up,  except maybe in Cousin Les’ auto shop class.  Let us make our first lesson of the Michaelmas term a caution against using tired metaphors.

 

Adverbs also obscure meaning.  There is no adverb less useful than “actually.”  After all, one cannot “unactually” do something.  And then there is “absolutely,” a useless four-syllable construction meaning “yes.”  Say “yes” to clear usage.

 

Back-to-school ads feature adorable little kidlets with big grins modelling the cooler-than-cool new shirts and skirts and jeans and sneaks, and maybe a notebook.  The children in school ads never carry, oh, you know, books.  Have you ever seen a b-t-s ad in which the kid was carrying a copy of The Brothers Karamazov or The Road to Magdalena or maybe a Jane Austen?  Nope, and you won’t see those books in the kid’s house, either; a big ol’ television the size of Rhode Island is the usual home altar and cultural center now. Who needs 2,000 years of Christian scholarship, music, and art when everyone can now lapse into a fuzzy-eyed stasis, the Lot’s-wife-as-a-pillar-of-salt thing, in front of the latest episode of Flip This Dancing House Cooking Show off the Island of Machine Gun Fire and Dead Bodies?

 

Is there a Texas Education Agency rule that school administrators must shave their heads and grow odd tufts of hair on their chins?

 

Dress codes and professional demeanor are issues that really annoy principals: slovenly clothes, weird hair, gang signs, flip-flops, tattoos, cartoon tee shirts, tardiness, inappropriate language – and that’s the faculty; the kids tend to do better.

 

Just a joke, guys, just a joke.

 

Did you know that algebra is now taught in junior high middle school? 

 

Algebra is not in the Bible, though. Jesus never said, “Solve for X.” Tell Mr. Romano that.

 

Mr. Randolph is an expert in band shoes.

 

Parents, do you know that your daughter can learn to weld in high school? 

 

Do you know that your son can escape the microwave bubble and learn real cookery in high school?

 

Kids, do you know that Julius Caesar and Macbeth are about American politics and layered with Christian teachings about right and wrong?

 

Shakespeare is great fun, but English teachers are borrrrrrrrrrrring.

 

When I was in school, back when wearing a mask was for The Lone Ranger, we kids learned about telling time by using construction paper and brads and crayons to construct a clock face on a paper plate.  I suppose now children print out a picture of a Fit-Bit and hot-glue it to a take-out pizza box. 

 

But busses / buses are still yellow (and their wheels still go ‘round and ‘round), new pencils (especially cedar, if you can find them) smell like your own childhood, the first day of school is exciting, 6th-grade band concerts are painful to the ear but symphonic to the soul, new clothes are nice, the first look at amoebae through a microscope is to visit a new world, sophomores should be fitted with tracking devices, the only real football is school football, your friendly librarian will help you find the information you need, Robert Frost makes more sense than Congress, seniors pretty much rule the universe, and voting in a school board election remains a lonely experience.

 

The past few years have been rough in spots, and you have had to power through them. I hope and pray that this year the good old magic of back-to-school will stay with you through next May.

 

-30-

 

Flight of the Mild Geese - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Mild Geese

 

The abbey geese, for reasons of their own

Waddled up from the pond and onto the lawn

To mingle with the habited brothers

After the midday Mass

 

Fr. R looked out, a bit cranky that day

And spoke with Benedictine clarity:

 

“White geese.”

 

“Black geese.”

 

“All geese.”

Saturday, August 14, 2021

Camp David as Spenser's Bower of Bliss - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Bowre of Blisse

 

Goodly it was enclos’ed rownd about,

As well their entered guests to keep within,

As those unruly beasts to hold without;

Yet was the fence thereof but weake and thin

 

-Spenser, The Faerie Queene, Book II, Canto XII

 

While much of the world is bleeding and burnt

Democracy takes a summer holiday

Far away in Maryland’s gentle woods and hills

Where the screams of tortured children cannot be heard

 

Among the gardened and guarded streams and trees

Elderly men are guided in their play

By smiling minders gentle in their words

And ready with the proper remedies

 

While those who code are kept carefully near

To sweeten the words the old gentlemen hear

Friday, August 13, 2021

Yet Another White Sahib Dismisses the Dead - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Yet Another White Sahib Dismisses the Dead

 

"This is not abandonment; this is not an evacuation.”

 

-State Department Spokesman Ned Price, 12 August 2021

 

While Afghan heads, like American guarantees

Roll in the dust of Kandahar’s grim streets

Our diplomats demonstrate their expertise

Executing again their skillful retreats

 

An elegant man at a microphone

Unctuously soothing the doubtful press

Denies that our client state has been overthrown

In a futile game of colonial chess

 

The dead cannot argue what Ned Price might say -

It seems their blood has blotted his resume

 

['Not an Evacuation,' Insists State Department as Pentagon Sends 3,000 Troops to Evacuate U.S. Personnel by Spencer Brown (townhall.com)]

Thursday, August 12, 2021

A Single Tear from a Child - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

A Single Tear from a Child

 

“I respectfully return my ticket”

 

-Ivan in The Brothers Karamazov

 

Children

 

Are ill-prepared to fall into this world

Naked and cold and wet at birth, and then

Flung into a series of awkward situations

Many of them involving pain and fear

 

Children

 

Are ill-prepared to live within this world

Isolated from the stars and each other

Trying to fit mythologies in place

Maybe it’s that old Garden of Eden thing

 

Children

 

Are ill-prepared to leave this shadowy world

Unlike Ivan, though, they have kept their tickets

 

Respectfully

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Worm Tunneling Through a Time Hole - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Worm Tunneling Through a Time Hole

 

Flailing through time and wobbling back again

The Chinese navy rules five of seven seas

Ol’ Preacher on the watch-‘phone yells about sin

Father knows worstest in his cartoon tees

 

Failing through time and wobbling back again

The 1950s marshal rides in HD

America’s Dad is convicted of sin

Hey, sailor boy, buy me a Saigon tea

 

Falling through time and wobbling back again

Ol’ Preacher needs to tuck his shirttail in

Tuesday, August 10, 2021

Red, Red Wasps - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Red, Red Wasps

 

Some sing of red, red wine, but here I sing

Of red, red wasps, who do not sing of me

I loathe and fear them for their vicious sting -

I aerosol their nest, and then I flee!

Monday, August 9, 2021

Abraham Lincoln and Macbeth - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Abraham Lincoln and Macbeth

 

After life’s fitful fever, he sleeps well

 

-Macbeth III.ii.23

 

To imagine a modern president

Having a favorite Shakespearean play

Is not to imagine a president at all

Sunday, August 8, 2021

Does Your Dog Carry its Hunting License? Weekly column, 8 August 2021

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Does Your Dog Carry its Hunting License?

 

Around dusk one day last week Astrid-the-Wonder-Dachshund was struck during a scrap with a snake, leading to several days of pain and grotesque swelling for the pup.

 

We immediately gave the dog a couple of eyedroppers of liquid Benadryl, which we keep for that purpose, and after a rough night took Astrid to Dr. Leah. With injections and take-home meds, the dog improved rapidly and is back to her usual spoiled, demanding, insolent, dachshund self.

 

In the light of day I found a scrap of snake skin (Astrid’s pal Luna-Dog is a mighty warrior, and takes no prisoners) and identified the reptile as a copperhead, one of the most common of poisonous pit vipers.

 

I looked up copperheads on the InterGossip and learned that “The copperhead is not a protected species in Texas and can be legally collected with a hunting license” [Southern Copperhead (A Guide to Snakes of Southeast Texas) ·iNaturalist].

 

Luna-Dog does not have a hunting license. I have one, but I never thought it was necessary for killing an unprotected species whose bite can be fatal to children and small animals, and in some circumstances to an adult [Can a Copperhead Snake Kill a Human? (snakesforpets.com)].

 

What committee of the ill-educated whose knowledge of animals comes only from Disney cartoons decided that a hunting license is necessary before protecting children and pets from a dangerous snake?

 

As the overworked, overtaxed, and underpaid boatman says to Thomas More in A Man for All Seasons, “whoever makes the regulations doesn’t row a boat.”

 

I had looked up the species of snake for my own safety’s sake because the Wise Ones in Austin sometimes seem to care more for the wellbeing of alligators and some deadly snakes than they do for our children. The copperhead, happily, is not protected except for the necessity of a hunting license and so I am free to congratulate Luna-Dog for killing the beast.

 

Another article on the InterGossip detailed ways of live-trapping copperheads and other poisonous snakes so that they can be relocated to the wild.

 

Yes, Friend Reader, I’m thinking the same thing as you. Saint Matthew says that we shouldn’t call anyone a fool, but apparently there are exceptions.

 

Recently some of our Austin Wise Ones avoided their duties and fled to D. C., purportedly because they felt (hardly thought) that the right to vote is endangered in Texas. Two of these Wise Ones then decided to work courageously for Texas on the beaches of Portugal [Where in the world are Texas Democrats Julie Johnson and Jessica González? (dallasnews.com)] and  [2 Texas Democratic legislators are vacationing in Portugal after fleeing the state over GOP elections bill: report (msn.com)].

 

And if that isn’t the good old fighting spirit of Texas, I don’t know what is.

 

Perhaps while they are fighting the good fight in Portugal for the rights of Texans they will also spare a thought for correcting some of our fatally misguided game laws.

 

Ours, not Portugal’s.

 

-30-

 

The Emperor's New Kafka - Poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

The Emperor’s New Kafka

 

When an insect woke up one morning he found

Himself changed into a politician

And thus gatekeeper to Das Schloss, key clam

Through whom all arrival applications must pass

 

All shipping boxes to be checked for ticks

In a village that cannot be surveyed

Unescorted thinkers may not be seated

At corner tables in the Herrenhof

 

Many are desperate to be admitted

But few are desperate to be committed

Saturday, August 7, 2021

Wear Leather Gloves While Working with Poetry (There Might be Adverbs and Snakes)

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Wear Leather Gloves While Working with Poetry

(There Might be Adverbs and Snakes)

 

Much of being is chaos; we try to shape it

Into meaning, not artificial constructs

But the meaning that is, already is

But tumbled through the weeds and brokenness

 

Clearing aside the brush and adjectives

Burning all adverbs as the rubbish they are

And reconstructing the fallen away into

Fresh celebrations of transcendency

 

(Wear leather gloves from the Tractor Supply –

Among your ideas there might be snakes)

Friday, August 6, 2021

Slogging Through the Cantos - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Slogging Through the Cantos

 

A feral howl of sustained malevolence

The souring stench of anti-Semitism

Random ideograms scattered about

Appropriating a touch of Chinese cool

 

Defining tainted chic at Rapallo

Free verse scattered like post-war hopes shattered -

And did he take a splash of Mussolini

With his death-in-the-afternoon denials?

 

How awkward for those whose poetic sage

Was but a mad relic of a tattered age

 

(Death in the afternoon was a fashionable cocktail)

Thursday, August 5, 2021

Darwinians Infected with Cognitive Dissonance Visit Gettysburg on July 5th, 1863 - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Darwinians Infected with Cognitive Dissonance

Visit Gettysburg on July 5th, 1863

 

They consider the news in several editions

Ignore the diagnoses of learned physicians

Number the dead at the local morticians

 

And conclude:

 

“They must have had pre-existing conditions”

Wednesday, August 4, 2021

What About that Kid with the Loaves and Fishes? - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

What About that Kid with the Loaves and Fishes?

 

There is a boy here that hath five barley loaves, and two

small fishes; but what are these among so many?

 

-St. John 6:9

 

About that kid with the loaves and fishes –

Who was he? And what was he doing there?

Maybe he was selling snacks to the crowd

Or he was on his way to the fields with his lunch

 

But his plan for the day was interrupted

And he was chosen for a moment in time

When bread and fish and grass and rocks and sky

Were made for us much more than they appeared

 

When his basket was made an altar, and he -

Like most of us, was more than he seemed to be

Tuesday, August 3, 2021

All Quests Lead to Jerusalem - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

All Quests Lead to Jerusalem

 

Veritas et Scientia

 

-University of San Diego

 

Some find infinity in sequences

Of numbers following in slow ascent

Elusive knowledge along a pilgrims’ track

Like rosaries that count ideas

 

Some find infinity in sequences

Of letters following in slow ascent

Elusive beauty along a pilgrims’ track

Like rosaries that count our dreams

 

And all of this is true, each quest is true

If the track is mapped to Jerusalem

Monday, August 2, 2021

Chuck Lorre is Shakespeare with a Laptop - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Chuck Lorre is Shakespeare with a Laptop

 

Chuck Lorre is Shakespeare with a laptop

Bill Prady is Wodehouse at a whiteboard

Their Pasadena is the Forest of Arden

Or Totleigh Towers at a city bus stop

 

They have built for us an unfallen world

Of Woosterian plots and app-crossed lovers

At play in the laboratories of the Lord

Where the magic works but the elevators don’t

 

Chuck and Bill’s stories are always well-wrought

And they end each one with a provocative thought

 

 

(Nothing rhymes with “l’envoi.”)

Sunday, August 1, 2021

Your Career in Television Repair - weekly column, 1 August 2021

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Your Career in Television Repair

 

Once upon a time a television set offered three controls: (1) an on – off switch,  (2) a dial for changing thirteen channels, (3) a dial for the volume, and maybe an add-on electrical gadget for turning an outside antenna.

 

A television set worked for years. When it finally failed you could take it to a radio and tv repair shop (yes!) where a man sitting at a bench covered in tools and parts took the television apart, tested all the vacuum tubes, and replaced those that no longer worked.

 

And Matt Dillon rode again.

 

Zenith, RCA, Emerson, Admiral, General Electric, Sylvania, Magnavox, Philco, Sears, Westinghouse – all made in the USA and all their images were in glorious black-and-white, sometimes an odd green-and-white.

 

In those quaint times manufacturers thought it their job to manufacture and sell televisions and broadcasters thought it their job to send signals paid for by advertisers. They didn’t expect the customer to do their job for them.

 

In our progressive era televisions are made elsewhere, are cheaper to purchase, and when they do work the images are so clear that you can make out the pores on Gilligan’s nose. The signals are no longer free, though; you must pay almost a car note every month in order to watch well-coiffed but poorly clad, poorly-shaven, and ill-informed people babble inanities. And that’s the network news.

 

The really strange part is that the manufacturers now expect the purchaser to do most of the work in making the television function.

 

Manufacturers and service providers work hard only at avoiding doing any work at all, sort of like those big-box stores in Beaumont. If you do manage to connect with Tiffany or Bambi they first assure you of their good wishes and then manage to ignore what you are telling them.

 

My less-than-a-year-old smart television set is little interested in waking up with the news and weather. It now has its own dedicated paper clip for (1) a soft reset, (2) a hard reset, or (3) a factory reset, only I have to accomplish the resetting and reprogramming because the factory didn’t.

 

Look, I’m not the I.T. guy except by default. When I suggested to Famous Name Brand via the InterGossip that they should repair or replace the tv they didn’t build very well in the first place I received in return this lengthy document:


i. When did you start noticing the issue?
ii. Does the issue happens on all inputs (ex. cable tv, live tv) and/or streaming channels?
   • If only on streaming apps what are the apps you checked that are affected?
iii. How often does the issue occur?
iv. Are there other devices connected to the TV? 

To help resolve the issue, please follow the steps below and observe the unit.

1. Perform a system reset.
   a. Select Settings.
   b. Select System.
   c. Select Power.
   d. Select System reset.
   e. Press OK on reset.
2. Disconnect all external devices (if there is) then perform a System Update.
   a. From the home screen, select Settings.
   b. Select System.
   c. Press OK on System Update.
   d. Select Check Now. 
3. Drain the power of the TV.
   a. Turn the TV off and unplug from the outlet.
   b. Press and hold the TV Power button located on the bottom surface of the TV (underneath the [Name] logo) for 15 seconds while the TV is unplugged.
   c. Plug it back in and turn the TV on again.
   d. Check if the problem still persists.
4. Perform a factory reset. Please take note that this resets the TV to its factory default and clears the [Name] account in the TV.
   a. From the Home screen, go to Settings.
   b. Select System.
   c. Select Advanced System Settings.
   d. Select Factory Reset.
   e. Select Factory Reset Everything.
   f. Follow the on-screen prompts to complete the reset.
   g. Set up the TV again and check if the problem still persists.

 

Please let us know if the issue still occurs even after performing all the steps.


We're looking forward to your response.


Thank you!

[Jazzika]


Customer Support Team

 

Customer Support Team - that’s right down there with “your call is important to us.”

 

When I replied to Customer Support Team that all this stuff was pretty much my morning routine already, the only reply from [Mountain Rose] was a repeat of all the (stuff) above.

 

Someday some clever young American entrepreneur is going to design, build, and sell a television set with three or maybe four controls. When he or she does, I’m going to buy it.

 

Until then, Communist China wins.

 

-30-

Enter Orlando - or you - with a Paper - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Enter Orlando – or you - with a Paper

 

                    …these trees shall be my books

And in their barks my thoughts I’ll character

 

-Orlando, As You Like It, III.ii.5-6

 

To write a poem and send it to the world

Is not unlike leaving it in a tree

For Rosalind, your Rosalind, to find

(Even at the risk of being scorned as an acorn)

 

Putting it out there can be dangerous

Art cannot be art unless it is shared

And Rosalind, your Rosalind, might not like it

(And then there’s that thing about a fallen acorn)

 

Oh, take the risk: for Rosalind, your Rosalind

Probably won’t conclude that you’re an acorn