“…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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nose against the glass…”Life lesson,” my poem

nose against the glass…”Life lesson,” my poem

to get closer…

 

 

Life lesson

 

Why do we unlearn the joy

   of pushing against the glass?

Why do we let slip that impulse

   to get closer

      to the fabulous new thing

         just outside the window,

to lean in to that magic scene,

to get close enough to whisper

   in that new squirrel’s ear?

 

Why do we learn to hold back

   just that bit,

so a breath on a frosty pane

   will hide the wonder?

 

Yesterday he pressed as close as he could.

 

Today I see again that small smudge,

   his curious nose must have been cold

      for a few moments.

I know he has so much to learn,

but some of it can wait for another season…

 

January 2, 2020

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Book review: The House by the Sea

May Sarton’s travels, in her mind…

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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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“…watchers in the crystal sphere…”—”Night watch,” a poem

“…watchers in the crystal sphere…”—”Night watch,” a poem

“…a masque of shades…”

 

 

Night watch

 

Waiting in winter

   is easier done in darkness,

night’s hours pass,

for the lone watcher,

en passant, to ease the time,

a masque of shades,

neither droll nor dread.

 

Withal, the ice shines cold,

the snowy crust shines hard,

and star shine lights the way for

   Orion and Aquarius

      and Cassiopeia and the rest,

these watchers in the crystal sphere

   will guard the transit of the moon,

will do for friends who pass the time

   but will not tarry past the dawn.

 

November 5, 2018

Inspired by “Field,” by Roberta Marggraff in the Aurorean, Fall-Winter 2018-2019

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A poem about the right thing

…and the lesser incarnation…

“Vanity”

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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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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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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