Oops, Columbus didn’t “discover” America

Oops, Columbus didn’t “discover” America

America was already

    an “old world”…

 

 

Yesterday was the 526th anniversary of the “discovery” of “the New World” by Christopher Columbus.

Columbus and his men made landfall in the Bahamas, possibly on what is now called San Salvador Island, on October 12, 1492. You may know the song: “the Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria, were sailing vessels three…”

Let’s cut to the chase: Columbus never “discovered” America. He never saw the North American continent, much less set foot on it. Columbus made four voyages across the Atlantic Ocean and did a lot of snooping around the Caribbean islands and the northern coast of South America.

An adventurer named Juan Ponce de León gets the teddy bear for being the first European to wade ashore on the coastline of what is now the continental United States. He explored the coast of a land mass that he named “Florida” more than 20 years after the first Columbus gig—on April 2, 1513, de León and his men landed (possibly at the place we now call St. Augustine) and claimed the territory for Spain.

Of course, the Europeans were late to the party.

Millions of native Americans—probably tens of millions—had been living on the North American continent for thousands of years before the smelly, hairy white men from Europe barged in.

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Book review: American Colonies

So many and so much

    came before the Pilgrims

by Alan Taylor

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How does a poem end?

How does a poem end?

“…such words, the richest fare…”

 

 

Finis

 

To make a race, I mind the end

   and where to start the race, and when.

To craft a plan, the goal is key,

the outcome must be clear to see

 

To make a poem is not a race,

and not a plan, but what I face

   is how to start—not how to end—

      and what some musing may portend…

 

Some will say it’s hard to know

   just what comes first and what fills in,

and what sings out, and what can spin,

and what must stay, and what can go.

 

The ending, though, is something rare,

a mystery while scribbles dare

   to frame the poem, with rhyming, O!

 

…and then, such words, the richest fare,

in rampant form that lets me know

   the poem is done—the end, just so—

      the marvel: how my pen gets there.

 

July 2, 2018

This is not a tutorial on writing poems.

It’s just my story about writing poems.

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O. Henry’s “The Gift of the Magi”

“…two foolish children…”

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Book review: The Scarlet Letter

Book review: The Scarlet Letter

slow-cooked human nature…

 

 

Book review:

The Scarlet Letter

 

by Nathaniel Hawthorne, London: Collins’ Clear-Type Press, 1850

368 pages

 

This is magnetic literature. The Scarlet Letter pulls me in, and keeps me connected to Hawthorne’s compelling exposure of slow-cooked human natures.

As I turn the pages, I put my hands on the beating hearts of Arthur Dimmesdale and Hester Prynne.  Dimmesdale flails in the crass miasma of his weakness. Hester does not try to escape her torment, and she creates iconoclastic goodness in nearly everything she does. They came close to escaping their time.

The scarlet letter of Hester’s ignominy is perhaps the least destructive element of this story of love that is a transgression and a transforming secret.

There is so much emotion and too little joy in Hawthorne’s tale of 17th century lovers. Alas, the story line is viciously inescapable.

Here’s another thought: as the story is commonly known and discussed, there is hardly enough engagement with the essential role of little Pearl, the happy-go-lucky and morbidly insightful child whose experience is vital in every chapter. Pearl is a connector in every element of the tale.

 

I don’ think you’ll have any trouble believing this:

after publication of The Scarlet Letter, Hawthorne described it as “positively a hell-fired story, into which I found it impossible to throw any cheering light.”

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Book review: Lord of the Flies

It was never more relevant…

by William Golding

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Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

you know this country…

 

 

Book review:

     The Bartender’s Tale

 

by Ivan Doig (1939-2015)

Riverhead Books, Penguin Group (USA) Inc., New York, 2012

387 pages

 

If you’re an Ivan Doig fan, like me, this one will easily endear itself to you. It’s Ivan Doig-ish and it’s about a 12-year-old boy growing up with his father, in a saloon, in Gros Ventre, a likable-enough town with likable-enough people in Two Medicine country, in Montana, where the sheep are. If you’re an Ivan Doig fan, you sort of know this kind of country.

Spoiler alert: it ain’t This House of Sky. Pause. Repeat, for effect.

On the other hand, 12-year-old Rusty is a magnet for life experiences, he is a perceptive if sometimes innocent observer of what life crams into his young world, he ingenuously feels the first throbs of grown-up sadness, young love, careless aspiration, and fear of life-changing events that he sometimes only clumsily understands. Rusty is the kind of character that Doig understands.

Rusty’s relationship with his dad grows and changes from the first page to the last—for me, this plot thread is at least as compelling as the boy’s fantastic and wonderfully articulate transition from kid to person. Rusty learns from Tom even when Tom isn’t teaching, even when Tom is struggling with mysteries himself. Rusty listens in on Tom’s grown-up and sometimes overwhelming life, especially in the back room of the Medicine Lodge saloon….and the back room is stage center for Rusty and Zoe, his 12-year-old consort in young love and great adventures.

On the other hand, you see, The Bartender’s Tale is about a whole lot more than Rusty, and Tom, and Zoe. Too much more, I dare to say. For my taste, Doig gives us too many secondary characters who have primary roles, too many plot turns jumbled together, and too many momentous surprises, and here I’m trying sincerely to avoid using the distasteful word “contrived” but I think I can’t quite help myself….

Of course, I realize this sounds a bit like the Emperor telling Mozart that his music has “too many notes.” Forgive me.

Mostly I loved The Bartender’s Tale. Really, I couldn’t put it down. Really. Repeat, for effect.

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Book review: The Sea Runners

…it informs, it does not soar…

by Ivan Doig

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The Go-Between…romance and deception

The Go-Between…romance and deception

An admonition about the past …

 

The wisdom of L. P. Hartley

 

“The past is a foreign country:

          they do things differently there.”

L. P. (Leslie Poles) Hartley (1895–1972)

 

This is the celebrated first line of  The Go-Between, Hartley’s novel of Victorian romance and deception published in London in 1953. It can mean whatever you make of it.

I take it as an admonition…one must try to be aware of the unique and partly (perhaps completely) inaccessible context that framed the actions and outlooks of those who did things we think we’re interested in. It’s not easy to think and feel as the Romans did…

The 1970 movie with Julie Christie and Alan Bates is a genuinely throbbing, set-your-teeth-on-edge rendition of the book…give the book or the movie a try.

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Puppy space

…if dogs could write poems…

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Book review: To Serve Them All My Days

by R. F. Delderfield

A beloved teacher,

        you know this story…

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