Remember the Tallahatchie Bridge?

Remember the Tallahatchie Bridge?

A slower, sadder take

     on Bobbie Gentry’s classic…    

 

 

another “Ode to Billie Joe”

    by Margaret Leslie “Molly” Johnson (b. 1959)

 

…oh my, sweet teen love, no need to hurry…

 

Molly Johnson calls herself a jazz singer…she’s a lot more than that.

She’s my new fave (OK, I’m a bit late to the party), a while ago I heard her version of “Ode to Billie Joe” and I’m hooked, it’s on her “Lucky” release.

Now, Bobbie Gentry’s original 1967 cut is real good, too, but it has a driving element that rushes your heart to the climax and then leaves you sort of without words…

I think you’ll agree with me that Molly’s offering is slower, wistful, sadder, filled with sweet teen love and the raw silence of a breaking heart, and it fills your mind and heart with words…

…you know the Tallahatchie Bridge is a lonely place.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2020 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Snow Goose

…sensual drama, eminently poetic…

by Paul Gallico

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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An Empire on the Edge (book review)

An Empire on the Edge (book review)

Book review:

An Empire on the Edge:

How Britain Came to Fight America

 

by Nick Bunker

 

Here’s the short version of Nick Bunker’s thesis:

King George and his government

     let the North American colonies slip from their grasp.

 

A newcomer to the history of the American Revolution might think that this book is a cockeyed way to learn about the “shot heard ‘round the world” and the consequences of the shooting at Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775.

An informed student of the Revolutionary War probably will find much new material in Bunker’s relentlessly detailed An Empire on the Edge: How Britain Came to Fight America.

On our side of the pond, we don’t have much opportunity to consider the war or the revolution from the British point of view.

Bunker offers devastating detail about the ill-informed, patronizing, self-serving, doctrinaire, and sometimes feckless actions of Lord North and the British government in the years that led to the sanguinary clash of British regulars and American farmers-militiamen on the road from Concord, through Lexington, to Boston on “that famous day and year.”

An Empire on the Edge offers extensive documentation confirming that the British leaders were largely ignorant of the scope and depth of colonial antipathy toward the various punitive measures that Britain sought to impose in North America, as early as 1765 (the Stamp Act) and continuing to the final, ill-fated steps to chastise the city of Boston after the notorious Tea Party in late 1773.

Bunker describes the half-cocked military moves by Lord North and his ministers in the years leading up to the disastrous outing to Lexington-Concord. The king and his government were not prepared to wage war successfully in North America, partly because they waited too long to believe that the colonists actually would fight, and partly because they disdained the colonials’ fighting capacity, and partly because they put higher priority on their Caribbean sugar colonies, and partly because they were pre-occupied with the military threat posed by France and various European intrigues.

lexington-180975_640Bunker doesn’t speculate on a question that occurs to me: after that first shot was fired at Lexington, did the British really commit themselves to winning the war?

The king and his government made the commitment to fight. They did not, however, at any time before or during the war, commit all the king’s horses and all the king’s men to the military campaign to regain dominion in North America. As the fighting began, a British victory was not immediately feasible. Perhaps it did not become feasible.

Bunker’s analysis of the planning and wrangling in Lord North’s war room suggests that the British wanted to win, but never pushed the right strategic buttons to bring victory within their grasp.

 

Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2016 All rights reserved.

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Book review: An Empire Divided

King George and his ministers

wanted the Caribbean sugar islands

more than they wanted the 13 colonies…

by Andrew Jackson O’Shaughnessy

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“…and dipped in folly…”

“…and dipped in folly…”

resist the temptation…

 

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) offers much to like to so many people. I think his poetry is under-appreciated…and try reading “The Tell-Tale Heart” when you’re home alone some evening, and it’s nasty outside, and you would really prefer to feel pleasant inside, except you’re reading the masterpiece…

I confess, I only like the first half of Poe’s snippet about folly, melancholy ain’t my thing…”dipped in folly” suggests the exotic and self-indulgent excess of youth, mostly not fatal because it’s usually hauled along by optimism and rescued once in a while by love, for which we may be endlessly thankful…

If you’re not personally in the youth category any more, be prepared to supply the love.

Let’s keep pushing melancholy into the next county somewhere…

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2020 All rights reserved.

 

Movie review: Same Time, Next Year

all-American adultery, oh yeah…

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“…the ravell’d sleeve of care…”

“…the ravell’d sleeve of care…”

Bill had a way with words…

 

 

“Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sleep no more!


Macbeth does murder sleep’, the innocent sleep,


Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care…”

 

Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 2

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

 

I am not the heartiest Shakespeare fan in the world. You may agree with me that, often, a little bit of Shakespeare doth goe a longish way, ‘struth it be…

As well, agree with me that Bill was an indubitable master of the King’s English. Shakespeare added more words—hearty words, dumbfoundingly marvelous words—to our language than anyone else. I dare to say that everyone who speaks English mentions every day something that Shakespeare wrote.

This tidbit from Macbeth is a gift to language lovers everywhere. You don’t have to be a poet to recognize that “…knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care…” is a dazzling and profoundly experiential way to say “sleep heals.”

Anyone who nourishes a poetic muse can see that these words transform mundane familiarity with a domestic art into a vision of tender and urgent longing that fills a gaping hole in the mind.

I wish I’d said that.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2020 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Poems of Robert Frost

he hears those bluebirds talking…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
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No one remembers “The Six Grandfathers”

No one remembers “The Six Grandfathers”

“The Six Grandfathers”

 

 

It’s generally believed that Mt. Rushmore was an unremarkable pile of rock before the famous sculptures of presidents were done.

Gutzon Borglum and his son, Lincoln Borglum, did the work starting in 1927, and it was completed in 1941. The Borglums and their crews blasted more than 400,000 tons of stone off the face of the mountain in the Black Hills in Keystone, SD.

Here’s the unfamiliar back story: It wasn’t always called Mt. Rushmore (The granite bluff was named after Charles Rushmore, a wealthy New York lawyer, in 1885).

The Lakota Sioux name for the mountain had been “The Six Grandfathers” (Tȟuŋkášila Šákpe).

It’s too bad the federal government didn’t authorize carving their likenesses into the face of the bluff.

 

N.B. The image is of Mt. Rushmore in 1905.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2020 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Snow Goose

…sensual drama, it’s eminently poetic…

by Paul Gallico

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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