“The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with…

David J. Bauman:

This is one I’d like to try. Funny, and frightening how true this is of people. I’ll have to put Wallace’s book on my reading list.

Originally posted on Words for the Year:

“The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, “What’s wrong?” You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, “What do you mean?” You say, “Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?” And he’ll look stunned and say, “How did you know?” He doesn’t realize something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it.”

David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

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Thursday Love Poem Throw Back: “Cleaving”

love-picture-quotes_3019-1I know my UK friends are already on to Friday where they used to post Flashbacks, before the silly hashtag of #TBT. And while I think Throw Back Thursday was just a trick used to freshen up the classic Flashback Friday, the trick fails for me. As I’ve said before, if you are a fisherman in Pennsylvania (not that I am, but I come from a family of them), throw-backs are fish that were too small to keep, not enough meat in them, not material for digesting. Toss ‘em back and let them grow a while before reeling them in next year.

Still, it is Thursday, the day for the infamous Thursday Love Poem . But it’s only Thursday for a little while so maybe we are close enough to Flashback Friday for me to post a Thursday poem that I placed on these pages two and a half years ago. I guess in the poem I was the Throwback, not a keeper. So perhaps this fits all possible meanings of both hashtagged days.

You can read the post from two point five years ago here, and how my two youngest boys help me film, produce and edit, not only the film, but the poem itself. Read more about Thursday Love Poems and their origin as a regular feature by clicking here. These are not your grandmother’s love poems, as they are inspired by Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem, entitled “Thursday.”

AND if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday–
So much is true.

And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday–yes–but what
Is that to me?

The coolest thing for me about this piece wasn’t so much the story as the chance to play with a word that means two opposite things, what some call an autoantonym, or the word I am more familiar with, contronym. To cleave could mean to cling tightly to or to cut in two, as in the word cleaver, a rather scary image for me in this video.

Why not look up more contronyms and maybe try a poem exploring the tension between the two meanings of a word yourself?

Read more about Thursday Love Poems and their origin as a regular feature by clicking here.

Don’t Let Them Break the Internet


This is how websites will look, except not as cute, if big cable companies get their way and charge “fastlane” prices that little guy, indie and independent websites cannot afford.

Look, the net has been a great format for previously unheard voices from blogging to video to music. Bandcamp, SoundCloud, YouTube, WordPress and so many more formats exist that allow us some freedom in what we want to read, watch and listen to. I’m not prepared to allow the likes of Comcast to suck the beauty and crazy individuality of the internet.

Are you?

There are only a few days left for public comment to the FCC about this. Let’s make a ruckus, a virtual riot. Contact your lawmakers and tell them what you want.  Tell them if they side with corporate greed over their constituents, you’ll do more than respond at the polls in November.

Join the Battle for the Net and find out how you can get involved.


A Saturday Song with Nina Simone

The Amazing Nina Simone

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You got trouble in mind? Are you blue? Well, you won’t be blue always. Gonna keep this one simple, because maybe you need a little uplift like I did tonight.

As I was heading home from the job I have to do, looking forward to some rest before going to the job I love to do, I was getting some uplift from this song coming over the speakers in my car. God, Nina Simone’s voice affects me like nobody else’s.

In many ways my life is better than it’s ever been, but there are some real struggles going on too. Nina helps me get a bit of it out and she reminds me the future’s bright with that sun shining “in my back door some day.”


One Perfect Thursday Love Poem, with Dorothy Parker

quotes-oh-life-is-a-glorious_5971-0We’re due for another Thursday Love poem feature, and so in the spirit of “Thursday,” a sort-of love poem by one of my poetic heroines, Edna St. Vincent Millay, I give you a piece from another New York mistress of words and wit, Dorothy Parker.

If you’re not familiar with the Thursday Love Poem feature, just go ahead and enjoy the poem below first, but then go back and click on that Thursday link in the first line of this post in order to get the original poem that inspired this irreverent tribute to love.

Like Vincent (as Millay liked to be called), Parker was both a poet and a social activist in the 1920’s New York literary scene. They were quite progressive ladies, though their poetry did not go the way of the Modernists, into ideas and abstractions, in the mid 30’s.

The Dorothy Parker Society has created a great little website dedicated to her and you should check it out. They even have a pretty hefty audio archive of Dorothy’s readings, including today’s:

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet–
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
“My fragile leaves,” it said, “his heart enclose.”
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.

Sterling Brown Speaks 76 Years Later–Ferguson, No Isolated Case

quote-the-sincere-sensitive-artist-willing-to-go-beneath-the-cliches-of-popular-belief-to-get-at-an-sterling-brown-325378I have to avoid the comment sections lately (see word to the wise below), but these last ten days of US news have been very disturbing to say the least. Not too far in the past one of my own sons was questioned by police officers while he and his friends stood on a curb debating which house was the house of their mutual friend. Nobody had the guts to just go knock and find out. You know, kids can be socially awkward. And oddly enough, nobody had a cell phone on them at the time. They were however wearing hoodies, and the awkward teens looked suspicious to a lady who owned the car they were standing near.

I’m sorry to say that the thing that probably saved them from too much trouble was they all were white. Had they been black boys in hoodies in the Trayvon Martin days, in our tiny town in Central PA, a community with very few black residents, I am certain it would be a different story.

Did Michael Brown rob a store? Video evidence seems inconclusive. Did officer Darren Wilson know about the robbery before he stopped Brown and his friend? Reports vary. Was Wilson Assaulted? Evidence so far seems to say yes. Witness accounts conflict with each other. But since when were Swisher Sweets worth a man’s life? Did anyone see a gun in that store surveillance video? Brown was unarmed, and even if he did physically go after the officer . . . six bullets pumped into him? Really? How many bullets does it take to stop an unarmed 18-year-old?

Of course the problem is much bigger. Statistics seem inconsistent, but USA Today reports that between 2007 and 2012 police have killed two black men per week in this country. And let’s not forget stop-and-frisk policies that target minorities. Fortunately I don’t need to teach my sons extra tips on how to act when approached by authorities.

Is rioting and looting and violence a proper response? Of course not. But if you want to incite a riot it seems the best thing to do is dress up in riot gear.

Okay, enough from me. Let’s hear from a better poet. I shared this poem as part of my MLK Day post back in January, but it’s been on my mind all week. Sterling A. Brown first published this piece in 1936. How much have things changed?

Southern Cop

Let us forgive Ty Kendricks.
The place was Darktown. He was young.
His nerves were jittery. The day was hot.
The Negro ran out of the alley.
And so Ty shot.

Let us understand Ty Kendricks.
The Negro must have been dangerous.
Because he ran;
And here was a rookie with a chance
To prove himself a man.

Let us condone Ty Kendricks
If we cannot decorate.
When he found what the Negro was running for,
It was too late;
And all we can say for the Negro is
It was unfortunate.

Let us pity Ty Kendricks.
He has been through enough,
Standing there, his big gun smoking,
Rabbit-scared, alone.
Having to hear the wenches wail
And the dying Negro moan.

by Sterling Brown

Partisan Review, 3 (October, 1936), p. 220-21.
Published in the Collected Works of Sterling Brown in 1980.
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