a black southerner said…

a black southerner said…

getting closer…

 

 

“Years ago, a black southerner told me that in the South,

whites do not care how close blacks get

   as long as they do not get too high,

but in the North, she said,

whites do not care how high blacks get

   as long as they do not get too close.”

 

from:

The Other Madisons: The Lost History of a President’s Black Family

by Bettye Kearse

Boston, MA: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2020

p. 72

 

Think about it—how much of this statement do you think is wrong?

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Book review: Ethan Frome

not being satisfied with less…

by Edith Wharton

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“the wall entire…”…“Wall,” my poem

“the wall entire…”…“Wall,” my poem

there is more…

 

 

Wall

 

The wall stands high,

it has nowhere to go,

it heeds no future,

and it will not speak the past,

 

its dirty stones are mute,

they’re strong,

but they merely make the wall,

each alone is naught,

 

the wall entire is a simple part

   of a simple world

      that blocks my path,

and flaunts the other ways

   that make a turn to left or right,

 

each an adventure,

more imagining,

a few steps

   to futures in the beyond.

 

January 1, 2024

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“in moto perpetuo,” a baby poem

“in moto perpetuo,” a baby poem

she fills my horizons

 

 

in moto perpetuo

 

Surrounded.

By a baby.

She is in motion,

she is energy, all energies.

Does she move fast enough to fill all the space?

It seems true…

 

I follow her, she scampers on and around,

she fills my horizons,

I am surrounded.

 

I surrender, she has taken me alive.

Life is good.

 

May 26, 2012

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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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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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Heart of Darkness…book review

Heart of Darkness…book review

soul talking…

 

 

Book review:

Heart of Darkness

Joseph Conrad (1857-1924)

Edinburgh, Scotland: William Blackwood and Sons, 1902

 

Recently I re-read Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. It’s short, quite readable, and sombre, of course.

You may think you know the story because you saw Apocalypse Now. The book is more exploratory. It has more of humanity in it.

The protagonist Marlowe (picture Mickey Rourke in a Panama hat) dives pretty deep into the abyss of human nature…

Give the book a shot if you’re not looking for light reading.

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Book review: Forced Founders

by Woody Holton

The so-called “Founding Fathers”

weren’t the only ones

who helped to shape our independence…

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“zéphyr,” music, sing…my poem

“zéphyr,” music, sing…my poem

Pluck me, I quiver…

 

 

zéphyr

 

More than breeze,

I hear you in receiving trees.

A little air you pluck

   on topmost, bending, leafy lyre.

Your music scuttles to some other ear,

a variant tone,

I hear my own,

it stills.

Pluck me, I quiver, one more harmony…

Sing me, lifting,

I sing you,

I flutter, just a little…

   assez

 

June 29, 1995

Bethany Beach, DE

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Play review: A Doll’s House

Henrik Ibsen’s classic on abuse…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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“…the tongue is a fire…”…James 3:6

“…the tongue is a fire…”…James 3:6

try more listening….

 

 

“And the tongue is a fire…”

James 3:6, KJV

 

So many good ways to mean this,

and so many terrible meanings.

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The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Not just a rehash of WWII…

by Bernhard Schlink

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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