be a buttonhole…

be a buttonhole…

being a buttonhole…

 

 

“I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,  

or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,  

but because it never forgot what it could do.”

 

Keep on doing what you can do.

 

quote from “Famous” by Naomi Shihab Nye (b1952)

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review:

Shakespeare: The World as Stage

The Bard was the lucky one…

by Bill Bryson

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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not a real place in memory…

not a real place in memory…

…only small shadows…

 

 

Dreamery #1

 

The scraggly disarray of an old farm yard

   was the milieu,

not a real place in my memory,

but a scene I could understand.

The dream was realistic in its detail,

jumbled in its action.

I’m no farmer, I had no impulse

   to harvest any dream theme,

I was there in fact.

I was a witness without a question.

I felt no urge to end it.

I had no curious thought.

 

In the old barn I sensed

   a history in every damp corner,

an unfinished story in every heap

   of debris that marked a process without progress,

in remnants of machines,

in the gear of abandoned projects

   that made only small shadows

   on the untidy floor.

 

The cowgirl and the kids who urged

   their clattering horses

      through this carelessly cluttered scene

         were noisy,

but I couldn’t make out their words…

 

Outside a squad of ragtag soldiers

   shambled into view,

wearing remnants of antique uniforms,

maybe they had guns,

with no fierce mien among them…

these were militia, maybe,

with no impulse to rush to battle,

no inspiration to huzzah,

no flag to die for…

 

Their leader was a faded heroine of dream time,

a broad-hipped fat woman

   in some style of tunic,

no memorable face,

yelling for services and a campsite and supplies,

in some style of a martinet, it seemed,

but not convincing…

 

I sensed that there was no apparent reason

   for this ersatz troop to be there,

it seemed that they wanted

   to be somewhere else.

 

For a moment, I felt some sympathy.

 

July 27, 2017

Often I don’t remember my dreams. I was aware that there was no particular reason to remember this one. It was not a particular dream. This is one particular way of saying that.

My poem “Dreamery #1” was published in my second collection of 47 poems, Seeing far: Selected poems. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, click here

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

A poet is a “maker”

…and it doesn’t have to rhyme…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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The Fabric of Reality…book review

The Fabric of Reality…book review

let’s talk about relevance…

 

 

Book review:

The Fabric of Reality:

The Science of Parallel Universes—

         and its Implications

 

by David Deutsch

New York: Penguin Books, 1997

 

The Fabric of Reality is intriguing, but it’s also hard work.

I think I “understand,” to use Deutsch’s word, that he likes to talk about the Big Bang and the so-called Theory of Everything.

Personally, I find it interesting to know something about his “four main strands,” namely, quantum physics, epistemology, the theory of computation, and evolution.

Nevertheless, I embrace a willingness to suspect that the esoterica of physics and a philosophy of physics are essentially irrelevant to the lives that nearly all of us lead.

You can read the whole book if you want to.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review:

Moral Tribes by Joshua Greene

sincere, but off the mark…

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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“magic still unknown…”…“Void,” my poem

“magic still unknown…”…“Void,” my poem

looking up has no avail

 

 

Void

 

No trace, a void,

the trees embrace

   the empty vault,

no whispered breeze,

no hint of dawn,

the dark can tell no tale,

and looking up

   has no avail…

 

The ancients saw such sky,

and had scant words

   for such nothingness,

and took their time

   to wonder:

      had their gods fled?

or mused on magic

   still unknown,

or turned to scrape

   another stone,

they did not know of

   and had no care

      for moons and star things.

 

March 14, 2025

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Book review: The Chosen

Life: exuberant, and otherwise…

by Chaim Potok

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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Small Things Like These…book review

intensely human emotions…

 

 

Book review:

Small Things Like These

 

by Claire Keegan (b1968)

New York: Grove Press, 2021

118 pages 

 

Much of Small Things Like These qualifies for an “ordinary” description, but the reader repeatedly is invited to experience such intensely human emotions that it’s troubling to turn the page and continue reading…

Bill Furlong, a coal dealer living a small life in a small town, rescues a forsaken girl, and understands that there is “fresh, new, unrecognizable joy in his heart,” but he dreads what is “yet to come…” The girl is a hapless pawn in an enduring evil reality.

Keegan knows how to tell the reader about that joy, in her smooth and enticing prose that creates credible people living credible lives in a small place that makes room for great hearts.

She gives us reason to imagine that more people are willing to do good.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Who Built America?

…including people

            who got their hands dirty

by Christopher Clark and Nancy Hewitt

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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