green, green…it’s so easy, my poem

green, green…it’s so easy, my poem

filling the horizons

 

 

green, green

 

Green is everywhere,

it’s in the trees,

covers the ground,

it sprawls,

fills the horizons,

boasts its green-ness,

sings of life,

hums its faithful hue,

it welcomes me,

this color of joy.

 

June 4, 2026

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Book review: The Comanche Empire

the other story of the American West…

by Pekka Hämäläinen

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A deadly masquerade of amour…Les Liaisons Dangereuses

A deadly masquerade of amour…Les Liaisons Dangereuses

…death is an anticlimax…

 

 

Book review:

Les Liaisons Dangereuses

 

by Pierre-Ambroise Choderlos de Laclos

Originally published 1782

Translated as Dangerous Liaisons by Ernest Dowson, New York: Doubleday, 1998

Illustrations by Sylvain Sauvage

 

Les Liaisons Dangereuses is not a garden of delight.

This is a book about love, but the reader will find precious little of it in these pages.

An acquaintance dismissed this voluptuous tale, thus: “All they do is talk.”

Let’s begin there. The language is rich. I daresay that Laclos turns language into an erogenous zone in Les Liaisons Dangereuses.

If you aspire to a working understanding of good and evil, you could do worse than listen to the riveting chatter of the leading personae, who choose each word with careful, deliciously ribald, austerely cruel, and domineering intent. You really don’t want to be a friend, and you most assuredly don’t want to be an enemy.

Men, en garde! The Marquise de Merteuil impulsively thinks of cojones as table ornaments.

Ladies, away! The Vicomte de Valmont is a pirate lover, he sees women as prize ships ready for boarding.

One might wish to believe that the others are innocents: Cécile Volanges, Danceny, the Présidente de Tourvel. But, hold. Each of them seeks to play the game of love, but they are hardly able to distinguish winning from losing.

Yes, this is a boundless exposé of the worst elements—of human intrigue, self indulgence, hubris, vaunting egos, and careless poaching of souls—that masquerade as amour.

Yes, in a sense, the characters are stereotypes, but each is, remarkably, ingeniously, ingenuously, a masterpiece of the type. Laclos uses every pertinent word to make them real.

Yes, Les Liaisons is an ultimately degraded experience for both the characters and readers…ultimately, the reader must condemn the Marquise and the Vicomte for so many lives destroyed…death is an anticlimax in Les Liaisons Dangereuses.

The Marquise and the Vicomte are burdened with a moral framework that shuns the absolute—they have unimaginably unsatisfied desires, and no intellectual elaboration of right and wrong.

Yet, a gentle reader may offer these two a bare shred of pity.

The Marquise de Merteuil and the Vicomte de Valmont swirl through their lives, casually jousting with each other as they amuse themselves in controlling the fates of other men and women, but remaining unaware that they are not in control of their own fates.

 

Note for bibliophiles: Whether you read this in the original French, or in the lush translation by Ernest Dowson, accept the pain of experiencing a literary style that is no longer in vogue, prepare yourself for Laclos’ fabulous late 18th century style that discards a simple declarative sentence, readily, with apparent joy, whenever a sentence heavily laden with clauses, phrases, and modifiers will do just as well, heedless of the effect on a reader, whose inclination may be to appreciate the writhing drama of this story, with somewhat fewer words.

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Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”

Loneliness beyond understanding…

by Herman Melville

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You know, the “Renaissance” thing…

You know, the “Renaissance” thing…

The faux convenience of historical eras…

 

 

It was the Renaissance, everybody knows that, right?

 

You know about the Middle Ages, right? Roughly a thousand years in European history, from the fall of Rome in 476 to the beginning of the Renaissance in the 14th century or so. The Renaissance itself lasted several hundred years, into the 17th century.

The thing is, the folks who lived through those extended dynamic eras didn’t know what they were doing. I mean, they didn’t know it was “the Middle Ages” or “the Renaissance.”

Those words weren’t used in the English language until the early 18th century.

During the Middle Ages, for example, medieval writers referred to historical events as “ancient” and described their own times as “modern.” Beauty is in the eye…

Pundits or philosophers of the future may call our current era the Age of Tomfoolery, or maybe something else…

We’ll never know.

 

Source:

Owen Barfield, History in English Words (Hudson, NY: The Lindisfarne Press, 1953), 167.

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“The beginning is always today.”

(quote, Mary Shelley)

so get started…

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Kaa’s Hunting, another Kipling story

Kaa’s Hunting, another Kipling story

good story-telling…

 

 

Kaa’s Hunting (1893)

 

in The Jungle Book (1894)

by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

 

Kaa’s Hunting (1893) fills you with thoughts of comradeship, adventure, bravery, loyalty, and jungle stuff. It’s a good introduction to Kipling’s style and to his deep dives into real and fictionalized life events.

Mowgli the man-cub learns much after he is abducted by the monkey people.

The reader learns much about tolerating the way things are, and about doing the right thing to make things better.

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Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

Ivan Doig’s story, I mostly loved it…

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“buttah” is one way to say it…my poem

“buttah” is one way to say it…my poem

say it out loud…

 

 

buttah

 

What is so easy about

   learning an accent?

 

Sit down at the diner,

and hear the gent

   in the next booth

      ordering his meal,

and listen to him

   saying “buttah” for his toast

   and “buttah” for his muffin,

and so casually you think you know

   his parents

      and his birth place

         and his region,

and his different-ness

   and his limits,

and his prescribed life

   and his narrow self…

 

He is so knowable,

but wait—

   he listens when you speak…

 

May 24, 2026

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Movie review: Same Time, Next Year

all-American adultery, oh yeah…

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A good poem changes everything…

A good poem changes everything…

…words can be pictures…

 

 

“The world is never the same

once a good poem has been added to it.”

 

Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)

Welsh poet and writer

 

Dylan could have said “A poet is never the same after writing a good poem,” or “A person is never the same after reading or hearing a good poem.”

I’m in love with words, and I love to use the best words to create poems that have clarity and character.

Sometimes I think of my work as “literal poetry.” I don’t put my pen down until I’ve said exactly what I feel, exactly what I mean to say, so that you, as the reader or listener, will have no doubt about it. I want to write poems that don’t need to be explained—what you see is what it is. I want to write poems that express deep human emotions, and thoughtful observations, and precise meanings.

I am a poet, a writer, a teacher, a moralist, a historian, and an unflinching student of human nature. I think a lot. I strive to express truth and give context—both rational and emotional—to reality.

I think words can be pictures, and lovely songs, and bodacious scents, and private flavors, and early morning caresses that wake each part of me, one at a time. I know some of those words, and, from time to time, I write some of them.

I read a lot of poetry, including the classic poets like Homer and poets in America and poets around the world who have written since ancient times to modern times. Occasionally I find a poem, or a phrase, or an image that is intensely intuitive, or wonderfully imaginative, or just plain beautiful. I offer those words from other poets for your enjoyment.

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“Fishering,” by Brian Doyle

…what meets the eye…

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