Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Flute Solo Through a Scratchy Record - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Flute Solo Through a Scratchy Record

 

From a tiny speaker in a tiny radio

From a broadcast fifty miles away

From a scratchy record some fifty years old

From the lips of a flutist no longer alive

 

An artist whose parents and teachers long ago

Spoke of embouchures and possibilities

Of lessons for however many dollars each

Saved from a job down at the shop or mill

 

And from the people, hardworking and strong

Someone worked those lives into a song

Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Confederate Crackheads Flying a Kite - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Confederate Crackheads Flying a Kite

 

Barefoot and shirtless, pounding the sand with their feet

Old men running about in front of their trailer

In and out among the lawn-art debris

Launching a kite above their Confederate flags

 

Above the Trump flags, pine trees, power lines

Beer cans and broken toys and engine blocks

Marijuana rolled in an overdue electric bill

A Second Amendment sticker on a clapped-out Ford

 

Hollering through their few remaining teeth

A celebration of something beyond themselves

Monday, April 11, 2022

I Didn't Check with Hank the Cowdog - weekly column, 4.10.2022

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

I Didn’t Check with Hank the Cowdog

 

Imagine a children’s book in which, in the first five pages, a teenager:

 

1. Shoots an animal dead simply to win a bet

2. Is threatened with torture and death by fifteen men, most of them drunk

3. Is attacked with a deadly weapon

4. Shoots his attacker dead and becomes a career criminal

 

Who would make such a violent book available to young, impressionable children?

 

My parents. At Christmas.

 

These violent scenes begin The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood of Great Renown, in Nottinghamshire, by Howard Pyle.

 

Whitman Publishing now prints specialty books for coin and stamp collectors, but for most of the 20th century sold children’s books of all sorts. They were printed on the cheapest sort of paper and featured simple, two-tone illustrations and were bound in full-color laminated covers.

 

Whitman books were a childhood staple for generations, and I still have Robin Hood, Roy Rogers King of the Cowboys, Gene Autry and the Golden Ladder Gang, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, Assignment in Space with Rip Foster, and The Last Trail.

 

And they are violent. Assignment in Space could be subtitled Killing Communists in Space.

 

The spouse-person still has some of her childhood books, including some Annette stories and Five Little Peppers and How They Grew. One does not imagine Annette blasting Commies with ray guns, but a young Annette now could become a fighter pilot and do so.

 

This leads us to the recent national yellings – hardly debates – on what books are appropriate for children. In the past, when more moms and dads were readers and made sure their children were too, the shared experience and a common culture heritage kept things steady. Children tended to read the same books their parents did when they were young.

 

When my parents gave me Robin Hood they weren’t handing me some sort of cultic anti-government propaganda and encouraging violence. The episodic tales – Robin and Little John, Robin and Friar Tuck, Robin and Will Scarlett, Robin and Marian – are good adventure tales which build on and reinforce themes of good citizenship, responsible government, the duties people owe each other, and faith in a complex, hierarchical society.

 

I just don’t think Captain Underpants gets that done.

 

Good parenting is not censorship. Good parents know what their children are reading and know when to step in gently and say, “we need to talk about that.”

 

Censorship occurs when any government, local, state, or federal, determines what books a rational adult may or may not read. In some limited instances, yes, a government quite reasonably forbids adults of questionable intellect to access, say, manuals on bomb-making. This butts up against the First Amendment and rebounds on the second paragraph of the Declaration of Independence, and on such matters good citizens and proper magistrates work these matters out in intelligent discussions.

 

Pitching scripted hissy-fits definitely doesn’t get that done.

 

And the matter of care in what people read is ironic anyway since few people read anymore.  Vetting a book that the kid isn’t reading means nothing, and even less than nothing when feral viewer choices are flickering across the giant Orwellian telescreen in the living room and across the tiny Orwellian telescreen apparently superglued to most hands.

 

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After St. Petersburg, St. Giles' Street - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

After St. Petersburg, Saint Giles’ Street

 

Today we’re visiting Russia with a friend

Perhaps a Russia that never really was

Ideas, tea, and holy earth; just now

We’re asking a blessing from Father Zosima

 

Tomorrow we’re off to England, all of us

Perhaps an England that never really was

Ideas, tea, and holy earth; and soon

We’ll stroll through Oxford with poems on our lips

 

And exchange Shakespearean bon mots

With the Commie barmaid at the Eagle and Child

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

 

Lawr-nc- Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

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

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

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

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.

 

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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.

 

 

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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.

 

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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?

 

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Tea with Just a Hint of Blood - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

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

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

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

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

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

Mhall46184@aol.com 

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

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

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

 

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