the snood thing…my poem

the snood thing…my poem

hair and gone…

 

 

Snood

 

A bag for hair,

the net surrounds,

it holds the hair entire,

less gracious than the dangling strands,

but a total wrap,

elegance enfolds and sways perchance,

the wild mane contained

   but waiting to be free.

 

August 31, 2024

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Book review: Tales from Shakespeare

summaries by Charles and Mary Lamb…

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories…book review

Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories…book review

give “…Pointed Firs” a try

 

 

Book review:

Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories

 

by Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909)

New York: Literary Classics of the United States, 1994

937 pages

 

Never heard of Sarah Orne Jewett? Give her prose a try.

Jewett’s characters are persuasively human—they are credible if not always completely likable. Her prose offers recurring truths about the human condition. It’s easy to feel good about her storytelling.

This Novels and Stories collection of course includes “The Country of the Pointed Firs,” Jewett’s first-rate short novel. You’ll also find “Deephaven,” the Dunnet Landing stories, and others.

“…Pointed Firs” is an 1896 novel that describes some of the people and places of coastal Maine, and tells their stories with comfortable familiarity, reflective insight, and respectful love.

Can an old fisherman’s consuming memories of his departed wife bring tears to your eyes?

Read the story and find out.

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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife

Germaine Greer went overboard a bit…

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Roosters scream to start the day…

Roosters scream to start the day…

roosters know much…

 

 

An anonymous and potentially wise person said:

 

“The older I get, the more I understand

why roosters just scream to start their day.”

 

…and one of my favorite authors says she’s learned from others about the merits of this quick morning prayer:

“Whatever!”

 

I used to recite this one when I rolled out of bed:

“It’s show time!”

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Book review: The Sea Runners

…it informs, it does not soar…

by Ivan Doig

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Whack!…the old glove…my poem

Whack!…the old glove…my poem

a good glove gets old…

 

 

Whack!

 

Funny how it still fits my hand

   after so many years,

I remember the stitching

   and the thick pad at my palm.

It’s a “Rickey Henderson” glove,

I forgot the name.

 

The thing is,

a good glove gets old

   but it’s still good,

the whack of a line drive

   in the pocket

      still sounds big,

you whack your hand

   into the pocket

      ten thousand times,

and the last one

   still feels good,

and when my son,

a man now,

says “Dad, here’s your glove,”

he means:

“Here’s the glove

   you let me use

      a couple times

         instead of my kid glove,

I always wanted

   to have this glove,

and now I do,

but you can use it

   for a while…

it’s still yours.”

 

August 17, 2024

 

your grandson probably can throw better than you…

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Old Friends (book review)

Tracy Kidder tells truth about old age…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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Atonement…movie and book review

Atonement…movie and book review

unforgettable…

 

 

Movie review and book review:

Atonement

 

Atonement is a story of lives of irredeemable sadness. Ian McEwan wrote the book that is faithfully portrayed in this 2007 film (rated R, 123 minutes)—it got seven Oscar nominations—starring Keira Knightly (Cecilia), James McAvoy (Robbie), Romola Garai (child Briony), Saoirse Ronan (18-year-old Briony), and Vanessa Redgrave (mature Briony).

In brief: Briony, a child, tells a dreadful lie about her sister’s lover, forcing Cecilia and Robbie to live separate, desperately tormented lives during World War II.

This poem is my “Thumbs Up” review of the movie and the book.

 

Unforgettable

 

This memory is lava hot,

it mingles, lava slow,

in all my thoughts,

in all my mind.

 

It is a crumble, peat, dark,

peat rich, no single whole,

but bits of all.

I cannot grasp it entire.

 

It fills me,

it is full of me,

full with my dread imaginings,

full with my discarded dreams,

so full…

 

It burns, it sears,

a red haze in my every gaze,

a scarlet shackle on each heartbeat.

 

I accept the impotence of atonement.

 

My long-ago childish deed cannot be undone,

that indulgence in excitement

   and attention and novelty

      and vengeance and purest love.

 

Unbidden, I saw an act I didn’t understand,

two lovers, I cherished them,

their coupling had no inner meaning for me,

yet showed they had more love for each other

   than each for me…

 

Later, a twisted crime he did not—could not—commit,

yet I accused—“I saw him”—I lied,

to hurt him and to keep her, apart, for me.

That lie broke them.

At that moment, the words tasted brave

   and older than my years.

The taste became gall.

Later, I was to know that I killed them.

My life has been my penance.

 

Now I understand what I could not see

   and could not then feel.

Now I feel their horror that I invented

   in place of their happiness.

Now I endure the unhappiness

   they could not escape,

the terror born of a child’s simple plan

   in a child’s heart.

 

…I keep those false words—“I saw him”—

spoken in righteous innocence,

in unknowable ignorance,

in unremembered pleasure…

 

I did not know I was trading my portion of happiness

   for a memory that I keep

      in a hole in my heart.

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Movie review. Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Good Will Hunting, a movie about love (review)

Robin Williams nails it…

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the fox on crusted snow, “Exit” my poem

the fox on crusted snow, “Exit” my poem

who’s watching whom…

 

 

Exit

 

I lingered after light sleep,

the empty snowbound afternoon was my prospect,

a warming wrap was my comfort,

no urge disturbed my rest,

the necessity of loneliness pinched my gaze…

 

I think the fox had been watching me

   in my windowed bay,

I think she had one snuff of fear,

I think she paused, on the crusted snow,

and found no scent of interest,

I think she may have wondered

   how I could feel at ease

      in my tight world…

 

I raised one hand in greeting and adieu,

and she took her own royal time

   in walking away on her grand stage.

 

November 8, 2018

Inspired by “Closer” by Roberta Marggraff in the Fall/Winter 2018-2019 issue of the Aurorean.

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Book review: The Scarlet Letter

the beating hearts…by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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