“…the frosted flowing stream…” (“The water way,” poem)

“…the frosted flowing stream…” (“The water way,” poem)

…makes the fairy filigrees…

 

 

The water way

 

The vaulted glen preserves the cold calm,

enwraps the stillness,

enfolds the shrouded bowers,

hushes the tiny creatures

   that do not sleep,

and graces the febrile stream

   that ice cannot subdue,

the frosted flowing stream

   that falls from freckled rock

      to ledge to pool,

and foams awhile,

and pauses, turns,

and makes the fairy filigrees

   that hang in air,

and finds its familiar course

   in channels that defy

      the glaze of winter.

 

September 7, 2019

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Book review: Shawshank Redemption

A world I do not want to know…

by Stephen King

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Grooming, Gossip, and the Evolution of Language (book review)

Grooming, Gossip, and the Evolution of Language (book review)

language is social cement…

 

 

Book review:

Grooming, Gossip, and the Evolution of Language

 

by Robin Dunbar (b1947)

British anthropologist and evolutionary psychologist

London: Faber and Faber Limited, 1996

 

Grooming, Gossip, and the Evolution of Language is a fascinating, comprehensive account of how human beings got language and what it’s good for.

Hint: our ape-like ancestors figured out that grooming wasn’t enough to maintain their social relationships in their reproductive groups, and language made it possible to increase group size (for safety) by substituting for the physical contact of grooming.

Dunbar offers detailed and persuasive guidance on how we manage our social and political (organizational) relationships, and shows that groups that are larger than 150 individuals are extremely difficult, if not impossible, to thrive in and manage. If your work group comprises more than 150 persons, roughly speaking, your boss can’t manage the group and team work isn’t feasible.

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American Character: A History of the Epic Struggle…

Colin Woodard makes it easier to understand…(book review)

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Golden Tales of New England (book review)

Golden Tales of New England (book review)

“…I feel a goneness…

 

 

Book review:

Golden Tales of New England

 

May Lamberton Becker, ed.

New York: Bonanza Books, 1931

378 pages

 

Writers used a different kind of language to create feel-good stories in the 19th century. In Golden Tales of New England, May Becker selected a feel-good sample of 17 of them.

You’ll recognize some of the authors: Hawthorne, Thoreau, Louisa Alcott, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Harriet Beecher Stowe…

The other writers might be new for you, as they are for me, like the offering of Rose Terry Cooke (1827-1892), “A Town Mouse and a Country Mouse.” It’s an authentic, ample exhibition of New England patois and sturdy New England character. Meet “Mandy” and “M’lindy,” two aging sisters who were born Amanda and Melinda, and who were fated to share their living, mostly at a distance but, in the end, so inescapably together.

Here’s Amanda sadly recounting her sister’s death: “I guess I’ve got through…[Melinda] went an’ married that old Parker, an’ then she up and died. I wish’t I’d ha’ stayed with her longer; mabbe she wouldn’t have died. She wa’n’t old; not nigh so old as I be…I feel a goneness that I never had ketch hold o’ me before…”

Doesn’t that passage pluck at your heartstrings?

Hawthorne’s “Old Esther Dudley” is a dainty adoration of a venerable lady who never gave up being a Tory during the Revolutionary War, and persisted in being the almost ghostly guardian of Province House in Boston after the British departed.

The other Golden Tales are equally exotic morsels of what entertained the citizens of the Republic long before television and Twitter.

Try some of them.

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-30- The Collapse of the Great American Newspaper

bad news about the news (book review)

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“Tear it up,” says Kurt Vonnegut

“Tear it up,” says Kurt Vonnegut

I won’t show you mine…

 

 

You can learn something from Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (1922-2007)

Now, Vonnegut isn’t my favorite writer. Yes, of course, I’ve read Slaughterhouse-Five. OK, that puts me in the “I’ve read Slaughterhouse-Five” category. To paraphrase Woody Allen, the novel has to do with World War II and stuff…

OK, sorry about that downer intro. I don’t incline to sound like a Vonnegut fan when I say that the following anecdote is a glorious insight that moves me.

In 2006, shortly before his death, Vonnegut gave some advice to five New York City high school guys who had written to him:

“. . . Here’s an assignment for tonight,

and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it:

Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed . . .

Make it as good as you possibly can.

But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing.

Don’t show it or recite it to anybody,

not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them . . .

You will find that you have already been

         gloriously rewarded for your poem.

You have experienced becoming,

         learned a lot more about what’s inside you,

                    and you have made your soul grow.”

 

Oh yes, I’m writing my poem now.

Don’t show me yours.

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“…watchers in the crystal sphere…”

”Night watch,” a poem

“…friends who pass the time…”

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More ways to dance (a nature poem)

More ways to dance (a nature poem)

“…the hush of autumn is danse minuet…”

 

 

Walk this way

 

The familiar path invites me, always in a new way.

I forget so much each time I turn for home.

Today this wood is a full mystery again,

full canopy shelters full magic for the wanderer,

warms an alchemy in me, my steps and pace precess,

becoming dance, my breath becoming breeze,

my sight becoming rays brightening all

that stretches for sun in the umbra moving with me, pausing with me.

 

The routine of life is a guise for the wonder of growth

and the resurging energy to sprout anew in mouldy places.

The small deaths are symbiotic in so many ways,

the round of living and dying is danse macabre for insect, bird and beast.

The gush of spring is a greening tarantella,

all speed, all blossom, all scented marvel—

the hush of autumn is danse minuet,

all languor, all afterlife of color, all bending toward earth.

 

I know my place, my purpose, my delight.

I am another life in this calm living forest.

I do not take root, I am not a caretaker, I do not give or take life,

I do not die and rise again in the turn of seasons.

I am a walker, a watcher, a singer of forest songs.

 

August 11, 2015

That day the buzz in the forest invited me to sing along.

It didn’t seem surprising that I knew so many of the words.

In my mind, at least, I was dancing to the cascade of tunes, turning from left to right

and back again to shoot those brightening rays…

   thus, I learned this poem of nature.

 

My poem “Walk this way” was published January 23, 2018, 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, search for “Richard Carl Subber”

“Walk this way” was published in the Spring/Summer 2017 issue of the Aurorean.

“Walk this way” was published (October 2017) in The Four Elements: Effects and Influences, an anthology by PoCo Publications (Poets Collective), available in paperback on Amazon, click here

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Book review: Lord of the Flies

Never more relevant…

by William Golding

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“…I walk in mirabilibus supra me…”

“…I walk in mirabilibus supra me…”

wonders near at hand…

 

 

 

“…I walk in mirabilibus supra me…”

 

 

from The Weight of Glory and Other Addresses

C. S. Lewis (1898-1963)

New York: The Macmillan Company, 1949

p. 28

 

…perhaps the wonders above me are in the vault,

perhaps the wonders are in my mind…

You know it’s okay to wonder…

…and walking can be good exercise.

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Book review:

The American Revolution: A History

The “Founders” were afraid

         of “democracy”…

by Gordon S. Wood

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