text:
Ain't It Grand?
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Before I move on to regular business, I would like to note the passing of
Laurel Lamperd
, one of my poet friends from Western Australia. Laurel was a prolific poet and short story writer. Her poems appeared often in literary journals in Australia and New Zealand, and in
Here and Now
. I extend my condolences to her family and friends and to all others who will miss the poems and stories she will no longer write.
My anthology this week is
Till I End My Song - A Gathering of Last Poems
published in 2011 by Harper Collins and edited by Harold Bloom.
My old poems this week are from my third eBook,
Always to the Light
And the rest, as usual, poems from my library and new poems from me.
This Week
I really must catch up
Isaac Rosenberg
A Worm Fed on the Heart of Corinth
poesis interruptus
Rodolfo Gonzales
Yo Soy Joaquin/I am Joaquin
nothing you wouldn't want to do too
Wilfred Owen
same bull, different chute
Bernice Zamora
A Que Hora Venderemos Todo
From the Vestibule
the day after
Louis MacNeice
trade with North Korea
Thylias Moss
The Lynching
tender, passing blossoms
James Agee
To Walker Evans
long-haired girls
Dana Gioia
Planting a Sequoia
Elizabeth Bishop
and in this corner
Shirley Kaufman
By the Rivers
in the old days
James Merrill
Days of 1994
we have a rainy day
Thomas Crofts
Tennessee Morning
dreams of wet
hat trick
Such success as I've enjoyed in life was primarily a product of commitment, and the discipline, once committed, to work harder and longer than anyone else and to never quit until I had finished what I set out to do.
My third retirement now, and I still can't shake the habits of a lifetime.
I really must catch up
with my very good friend
now to catch up
so many things push me,
beginning with my sense of discipline
that says that which must be done must be done
when it must be done...
still, on a morning like this,
cool and fresh, with a chill wind (in July!)
blowing from the north,
it's nice to take a moment
with my very good
and push that pushy discipline
into the closet
for an hour or two
but now, I really must catch up
My first poem from this week's anthology,
Till I End My Song
, is
Isaac Rosenberg
. Born in 1890 in Bristol of Eastern European Jewish emigrants, he was killed in 1918, another promising young poet take prematurely by "The Great War."
The poem I selected is an excerpt from his much longer verse drama,
A Worm Fed on the Heart of Corinth
A Worm fed on the heart of Corinth,
Babylon and Rome:
Not Paris raped tall Helen,
But this incestuous worm,
Who lured her vivid beauty
To his amorphous sleep.
England! famous as Helen
Is thy betrothal sung
To him at the shadowless,
More amorous than Solomon.
Here's my first old poem for the week, from, as will be all this week, from my eBook,
Always to the Light
poesis interruptus
I stopped off
at my friendly local
convenience store
for money
after my morning coffee
and newspaper read
at my usual table
at my usual diner
with the usual Sunday morning
dueling churchfolk
to the behind and either side of me,
including an extra place or two
at each table
filled by the twice-a-year
who, it would seem,
get all the saving they need
on Christmas and Easter,
securing all other Sunday mornings
for sleeping late or golf
after my third cup,
that I had no cash
but for four pennies,
three dimes, two quarters
and a Canadian coin
I've been trying to get rid of
for two weeks now
leaving me to pay
my $1.94 coffee tab
with a credit card
.....it is at this point in the story
that the poet is interrupted
by life outside the poem -
poesis interruptus -
and the question is, 4 hours later,
as to whether
he can get it up again
to finish
what he had most ardently
at first you might think
that returning to the poem
half-finished is a process of
the wheat of earlier inspiration
from the chaff
of the humdrum interim,
but that's not the case,
because with proper
poetic recognition
of reality
all could be one and
each could be the other
with no separation
necessary or
integration the need instead,
finding he wheat in the
of all chaff
and the chaff that infiltrates
all wheat
like the small strip-shopping center
by the gas-grocery-beer-cigarette store
when I stopped to use the ATM
anchored by a large vacant "$1 Store"
close up to the "X-treme Impact Church"
next to "Alive MMA - Brazilian Jiu Jitsu"
adjacent to the "Gathering of Grace
neighbor to "Fantasy Nails and Tan"
snuggled up tightly to "Tattoos and
sharing a common wall with "Gin's
it's all
like that shopping center,
all the disparate bits and pieces,
all the wheats and chaffs
of everyday urban life,
swirled together by the mix master
of every day living,.
the single and complete
here and now
of this particular
and unique
Easter Sunday morning
another party
to which I am not invited
because I will not pay the price
of admission -
separation of sinners from the saved
rather than embracing unity of all
some sinner
in every saint and a bit of saint
in every sinner...
wheat from chaff
I am one
and I am both
and cannot separate my one self
from the other
or either
My first selection from my library this week is a selection from
Yo Soy Joaquin/I am Joaquin
, the small, highly influential in its time, book by
Rodolfo Gonzales
. The book was first published in 1967 by Bantam Pathfinders. It is bilingual, including he full text in Spanish and English.
Gonzales describes his book in his introduction as becoming "a historical essay, a social statement, a conclusion of our
, a welding of the oppressor (Spanish) and the oppressed (Indian). It is a mirror of or greatness and our weakness, a call to action..."
Gonzales was born in Denver in 1928, the son of a migrant worker. He was a National A.A.U. boxing champion, professional boxer, packing house worker, lumberjack, farm worked and businessman. Long involved in the civil and human rights struggles for the Mexican American, at the time of publication he was director of Crusade for Justice, a Denver-based civil rights organization. He was also founder and president of Escuela Tiatelolco, the first all-Chicano school in America.
He died in 2005.
I begin with the books very first lines, which, to me at least, brings back the opening lines to Ginsburg's
, as a personal statement of despair and rebellion.
I am Joaquin,
lot in a world of confusion,
caught up in the whirl of a
gringo society,
confused by the rules,
scorned by attitudes,
suppressed by manipulation,
and destroyed by modern society,
My fathers
have lost the economic battle
and won
the struggle of cultural survival
And now!
I must choose
the paradox of
victory of the spirit,
despite physical hunger
to exist in the grasp
of American social neurosis,
sterilization of the soul
and a full stomach
I have come a long way to nowhere,
unwillingly dragged by that
monstrous, technical,
industrial giant called
and Anglo success...
I look at myself
I watch my brothers.
I shed tears of sorrow.
I sow seeds of hate.
I withdraw to the safety within the
circle of life -
Let's face it, you want to do really good at this poetry business, you have to go long if you want to go deep. With the attention span of a five-year-old, I don't expect I'll ever make it.
nothing you wouldn't want to do too
skinny fellow
in the booth all the way
across the room from me
in a tee shirt and wide angle 1980s glasses
yes, that fellow,
the skinny, long-necked fellow,
eating his toast, his long neck bobbing,
looks like a crane eating tiny
he's not what I intended to write about
this morning, but it's one of my handicaps
as a poet, so easily distracted that even the best
and deepest poetry that might well up from within me
is lost when something unexpected
and interesting
passes before my eyes,
something unexpected and interesting
like a long-necked, skinny man chewing like a crane
eating insects...
and now he's gone,
driving out the parking lot
in a tiny red car,
and any chance of something poetically deep
and inspiring to well up from within me
leaves in his tiny red car
with him...
so the day for deep and inspiring, etc. etc.
is lost, but,
tell me the truth,
if you saw a skinny man in a tee shirt and 1980s glasses,
eating his toast like a long-necked crane
chewing tiny insects,
wouldn't you want to write that too?
Next from the anthology, another young poet killed in the war, the most famous of then,
Wilfred Owen
. Born in 1893, Owen was killed, like Rosenberg, just as the war was ending.
Owen's poems tended to be about the day to day life and death of soldiers in the trenches, more direct and non-allegorical than Rosenberg.
Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds, -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved - still warm - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
Here's another poem from my eBook,
Always to the Light
The book's cover photo was set up by me and taken by my wife, Dee. My joke is that I'm like Van Gogh who painted so many self-portraits because he was the only model he could afford.
same bull, different chute
I was
just finishing up
my sausage gravy
ad biscuits
when two Leon Valley
police officers walked in,
both kind of pear-shaped
as Leon Valley,
being a small suburb of the city,
has not nearly the pay scale or
physical job requirements
of the city within which it was
they sat at the table to the right of me,
all jingly with all the tools of their trade
hung up on their utility belt
from a table to the left of me,
a tall, granite-faced fella
with a sweat-stained cowboy hat
and a basso-profondo voice
that seemed to come from some
deep, dark cavern beneath his shoes,
said, "Howdy, boys."
the officers said howdy back
and asked, "What's up?:
and the tall man said, in
his voice from the center of the earth,
"Same bull, different chute."
and I was thinking, first,
how goddamn cool is that,
and, then, by god, there must be
twenty people tops
in the great state of Texas
who can say that and not sound stupid
and here I am sitting next to one of them
I started listening then
to the tall man and the two other fellas
at his table, wanting to hear more
of that great voice saying cool things,
but mostly he talked about the goddamn newspaper
and stupid reporters and how he called them
and threatened to cancel his subscription
if they didn't quit all their commie reporting
and talk such as that...
seems he only had one good line
how disappointing!
but then, later,
we stopped at the supermarket
on our way to our Sunday-morning
newspaper reading marathon
and I noticed a fat-assed man
and a fat-assed woman walking in
ahead of me, noticing the tender way
the man put his hand on the woman's butt
stroking it and patting it as they walked
and I was thinking, damn,
ain't great when people get what they
in life...
and appreciate it
The next two short poems from my library are by
Bernice Zamora
. The poems are from the book
Restless Serpents
, published in 1976 by Disenos Literarios of Menlo Park, California. The book is shared by two poets, but Zamora is the one whose work I prefer this week.
Born in 1938, Zamora is considered to be one of the preeminent poets to emerge from the Chicano movement of the 1960 and 70s. She received her B.A. from Southern Colorado State University and, 1968, her Ph.D. from Stanford University.
A Que Hora Venderemos Todo?
-For Viola
You tell me I must not bear
More children. Indeed
We agree eight are too many
For the world. You counsel
Me on the fruits of joyful mis-
Conception. You take me aside
To your corner and whisper
As though I do not
Recognize the end.
, anyway,
My conception is not diminished;
My utility is inutility.
Gracias todo el mundo
But it is to claim
Indifference to the world.
It is I who am
Exquisite in nakedness
Against the odds
Of benevolence.
From the Vestibule
In all those years in the choir
loft I never understood
the sermons. And now,
excommunicant that I am,
they are very clear to me.
In all those years in the choir
I watched the benediction
and thought of Vesuvius and Pompeii
and magic mountains where I could
sing into crater lakes and cliffside
caves at dusk or dawn or noon.
From the vestibule
I hear a priest weep,
a child cry,
a dog howl,
and all is very clear to me now.
A new poem from last week.
Actions speak louder that words, they say. July 4th, a day for words. July 5th, rarely a day for actions to back up the words.
the day after
the day after
Independence Day,
July fifth, the day after the seasonal peak
in sales of fireworks and plastic flag
pins, the day after sanctimonious
right-wing politicians profess their deep love
for the very same country
they continue to undermine
for political purpose,
the day after left-wing dingbats
join their radical-right counterparts
in finding government
behind everything from post office closings
to the traffic ticket they got
after they were caught on camera running a red light,
to the intrusive government ban
against copulating
on main street, to the provision of polio immunizations
to the children of Taliban controlled
backwaters of Afghanistan, I mean, you name it,
from male menopause to hairy moles
on women's noses,
all due, according to these people,
to the machinations of the fascist/socialist government and their coterie
of bureaucrats,lawyers, sociologists, sex advice counselors,
and Fox/MSNBC liars, commentators and scoundrels
exerting mind control over the ignorant
mainstream who would rather get their news from
supermarket tabloids who at least understand
the important things like who's getting divorced
because they refuse to engage in sex play
involving diapers and feathery paddles,
and the latest of Lindsey's alien encounters
and who can blame them,
when everyone lies and nothing can believed,
why not believe the most scandalous
and interesting options
let's face it,
I got my periodic rash of virulent ravings
from that right-wing, fascist fellow this morning,
the most anti-American of all the people I know
who hid behind
the American flag, the flake who takes it
upon himself
to berate me for my sanity
and I have to admit
it does shake me to know that this fellow
who used to be a pretty good poet
could descend into such determined madness
making me want to just rant and rant
like I was a crazy
as he is
The truth is, this week's anthology,
Till I End My Song
, does not have very many poets that I like all that much. Their more traditional, formalistic style is not the kind of poetry that excites me.
I have found some poets that appeal to me though, often poets I never knew before, like this one.
Louis MacNeice
was born in Belfast, Northern Island in 1907 out of a Protestant Anglo-Irish family, son of a bishop of the established church. He attended Oxford, became a teacher of classics, married and divorced, then settled into a happy second marriage and a career of writing for the BBC. He died in 1963 of pneumonia at the relatively young age of sixty-five. This poem was written a year before his unexpected death.
The conductor's hands were black with money:
Hold on to your ticket, he said, the inspector's
Mind is black with suspicion, and hold on to
That dissolving map. We moved through London,
We could see the pigeons through the glass but failed
To hear the rumors of wars, we could see
The lost dog barking but never knew
That his bark was shrill as a cock crowing,
We just jogged on, at each request
Stop there was a crowd of aggressively vacant
Faces, we just jogged on, eternity
Gave itself airs in revolving lights
And then we came to the Thames and all
The bridges were down, the further shore
Was lost in fog, so we asked the conductor
What we should do. He said: Take the ferry
Faute de Mienux. We flickered the flashlight
And there was the ferryman just as Virgil
And Dante had seen him. He looked at us coldly
And his eyes were dead and his hands on the oar
Were black with obols and varicose veins
Marbled his calves and he said to us coldly:
If you want to die, you will have to pay for it.
And who among us hasn't been here - another old poem from
Always to the Light
What a dismal poetic life I have, reduced to memorializing stuff like this.
trade with North Korea
I need
to talk to someone
at the headquarters of
my credit union,
I'm not sure where but I'm thinking
in North Korea...
to assist me
in this endeavor
I have a 3-inch stack of paper
which included,
when it was sent to me,
the name and telephone extension
of the person I need to talk to
now that I need to make the call
I have searched through every
one of the 3-inch stack of papers
ad found everything intact,
except for the single page
that includes the name and
telephone extension of the person
I need to talk to
it is nowhere to be found,
not in the 3-inch stack of paper,
not anywhere near the 3-inch stack of paper,
not anywhere in, on, or around my desk,
not in the den by the TV,
not in the bathroom reading rack,
not even, goddammit,
in the refrigerator, where lost things
often turn up...
this happens to me all the time
simple things made difficult
because I can't keep track of diddly-squat,
all my diddly-squat being stacked high in closet
corners, making the simplest act of
record retrieval
and archaeological expedition, pith helmet
and lantern required
I blame it on no longer having a secretary
to keep track of my diddly-squat,
but the truth is, even with a secretary,
diddly squat retrieval was most often a lost cause
the truth is,
I'm a 69-year-old man
who has lived most of my life
with the abandon of a college sophomore,
a big-picture kind of guy, leaving behind
with every step, a crush of detail I'll
vaguely remember
but never find again,
and will again
and again
pay the price of my inattention
don't sweat the small stuff -
that's been my motto
there are grander things to occupy
my mind, that was my opinion
that worked better when I was younger
and my mind less calcified -
I could remember stuff better
and could often get away with faking it
but, no more
today, again, the diddly squat
has come home to roost
and the rest of my day will be spent
trying to call someone in North Korea
whose name and telephone extension
I do not know
and I don't speak Korean,
North or South
Small Congregations
is a book in my library with poems by
Thylias Moss
. The book was published in 1993 by The Ecco Press.
Moss, writer, experimental film maker, sound artist, playwright and author of a number of volumes of poetry was born in Ohio in 1959 and educated at Syracuse University, Oberlin and the University of New Hampshire.
I think this is my first time in this book. Great good stuff, quiet poems mostly and this, described as a Klansman's daughter witnessing a lynching.
The Lynching
They should have slept, would have
but had to fight the darkness, had
to build a fire and bath a man in
flames. No
another soap's as good when
the dirt is the skin. Black since
birth, burnt by birth. His father
is not in heaven. No parent
of atrocity is in heaven. My father chokes
in the next room. It is night, darkness
has replaced air. We are white like
yet lack light. The God in my father
does not glow. The only lamp
is the burning black man. Holy
burning, holy longing, remnants of
a genie after greed. My father
baptizes by fie same as Jesus will.
Becomes a holy ghost when
he dons his sheet, a clerical collar
out of control, dundee Mills percale,
fifty percent cotton, dixie, confederate
and fifty percent polyester, man-made, man-
ipulated, unnatural, mulatto fiber, warp
of miscegenation.
After the birth, the man is hung as if
just his washed shirt, the parts
of him most capable of sin removed.
Charred, his flesh is bark, his body
a trunk.No sign of roots.I can't leave
him. This is limbo.This is the life after
death coming if God is an invention as were
slaves. So I spend he night, his thin moon-begot
shadow as mattress; something smoldering
keeps me warm. Patches of skin fall onto me
in places I didn't know needed mending.
Plentiful rain and, except for a couple of days, unseasonably cool weather made it beautiful here through early summer, yards and pastures full covered in deep green grass and flowers of every color. It is discouraging to watch it all wilt away as our regular hot and dry summer returns.
Suggests all sorts of uncomfortable parallels.
tender, passing blossoms
early July
and the dry days begin,
late this year,
but the time has come
the wet days
of early summer,extended
spring, have passed,
but their mark remains
most every hue
you might think of
in the hot summer wind
with each new dry day
a slow and certain death
of color, a passing we mourn
as the shadows of a blander, browner
world begin to overtake us
like us all,
colorful youth
decays to return to the dirt
that made us
tender, passing blossoms
are we all,
our time to shout the colors
of our lives in days of wet,
our time to fade
when the days turn to dry...
but, how wonderful those bright and colorful days we remember even as the dark approaches
The next poem from the anthology is by
James Agee
, not among my favorite poets, but, in my opinion, one of the most unjustly under appreciated novelists of the twentieth century.
A poet, novelist, and screenwriter (
African Queen
The Night of the Hunter
, to name just two, Agee died in 1955 at the early age of forty-five. One of the most moving films I've ever seen was based on his book,
A Death in the Family
, published after his death,
To Walker Evans
Against time and the damages of the brain
Sharpen and calibrate. Not yet in full,
Yet in some arbitrated part
Order the facade of the listless summer.
Spies, moving delicately among the enemy,
The younger sons, the fools,
Set somewhat aside the dialects and the stained skins of
feigned madness,
Ambiguously signal, baffle, the eluded sentinel.
Edgar, weeping for pity, to the shelf of the sick bluff,
Bring your blind father, and describe a little;
Behold him, part wakened, fallen among field flowers shallow
But undisclosed, withdraw.
Not yet that naked hour when armed,
Disguise flung flat, squarely we challenge the fiend.
Still, comrade, the running of beasts and the ruining heaven
Still captive the old wild king.
Here's another old poem from
Always to the Light
I hate summer, except for this.
long-haired girls
in sandals
and sun-
and brown shoulders
bare to the season
brief summer
Here's another short summer poem from
Always to the Light.
thunder and lightning
all night
but little rain
this morning
the sun -
in a clear patch
surrounded by
black clouds
is shining on me
like a spotlight at the grand ballet
the star of the show,
that's me,
it's my day to
Next from my library I have this wonderful poem by
Dana Gioia
from his book
The Gods of Winter
, published by Graywolf Press in 1991.
Born in Los Angeles in 1950, Gioia published his first book of poetry in 1986, and when this book was published he had earned his B.A. and M.B.A. from Stanford University and an M.A. in Comparative Literature from Harvard University. He was a business executive and a translator and anthologist of Italian poetry.
Since the book was published, he has served six years as chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts, and, in 2011, became Professor of Poetry and Public culture at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles.
Planting a Sequoia
All afternoon my brothers and I have worked in the orchard,
Digging this hole, laying you into, careful packing the soil.
Rain blackened the horizon, but cold winds kept it over the Pacific,
And the sky above us stayed the dull gray
Of an old year coming to an end.
In Sicily a father plants a tree to celebrate his first son's birth -
An olive or a fig tree - a sign that the earth has one more life to bear.
I would have done the same, proudly laying new stock into my father's
A green sapling rising among he twisted apple boughs,
A promise of new fruit in other autumns.
But today we kneel in the cold planting you our native giant,
Defying the practical custom of our fathers,
Wrapping in your roots a clock of hair, a piece of an infant's birth cord,
All that remains above earth of a first-born son,
A few stray atoms brought back to the elements.
We will give you what we can - our labor and our soil,
Water drawn from the earth when the skies fail,
Nights scented with the ocean fog, days softened by the circuit of
We plant you in the corner of the grove, bathed in western light,
A slender shoot against the sunset.
And when our family is no more, all of his unborn brothers dead,
Every niece and nephew scattered, the house torn down,
His mother's beauty ashes in the air,
I want you to stand among strangers, all young and ephemeral to you,
Silently keeping the secret of your birth.
I seem to be stuck in a political/rant rut, this one from last week.
I write my daily poem first thing in the morning,usually before 7 a.m. - going where my mind takes me. This is were it's taking me these days, even as I'm determined to find a new rut to get stuck in.
I used to write some pretty funny poems. Would really like to do that again.
to sit out politics
until the next election
what with Obama almost completely
Jimmy Carterized
by the Republicans in Congress
and radicals and airheads
of all kinds, bumperstickers
posing as people, product of some vast
NAS, CIA, KGB, Chinese/Venezuelan
stupidity machine,
like Egyptian liberals,
thinking elections
count only
when your side wins,
all those proto-Egyptians infesting
the American countryside
so what's the point
of being for anything since there's nothing to
be for that has any chance of offering
the fulfillment of completion,
awkward foreplay, constantly sliding into second base
without ever the climax of the job done...
this is what happens...
I'm turning into one of those bumpersticker people
who spout their ignorance
in six words or less
right out the window beside me
there is a beautiful
going on,
to my eyes, numb to all my human senses,
appreciation of a blue-sky, green-meadow
like a ghost ship drifting
on an uncharted sea
by a fog of political pollution
a time for purging
a time
to let the locusts
on them all
a time to let the pot
without me
Next from
Till I End My Song
Elizabeth Bishop
, another poet I admit to not knowing before.
Born in Massachusetts, her father died in 1911, the year she was born and her mother permanently institutionalized five years later. Raised, in succession, her elderly grandparents of both her mother and father, she suffered from childhood wit asthma. After graduating from Vassar in 1934, she went abroad fro three years, becoming increasingly involved in literary life, publishing her first book of poems in 1946.
In 1951, Bishop began a long term relationship with Brazilian intellectual Lota de Macedo Soares, living together with her until Soares's suicide in 1967. Returning to the United States in 1970, she taught at Harvard and, in 1976, published her last volume of poetry, dying three years later in 1979.
Caught - the bubble
in the spirit-level,
a creature divided;
and the compass needle
wobbling and wavering,
Freed - the broken
thermometer's mercury
running away;
and the rainbow-bird
from the narrow bevel
of the empty mirror,
flying wherever
it feels like, gay!
And here's another from the eBook.
This is one of the stories that just couldn't be made up. Instead, just as I saw it.
and in this corner
I was thinking
of writing a "y" poem today,
y not, I thought,
it's Sunday afternoon,
nothing else
going on,
but then I pulled up behind
a man and a woman
in a blue Ford pickup
who were stopped at a red light
beating the crap
out of each other,
like windmills
in the limited space
of their truck cab
until the light turned green
and they moved into there respective
corners and drove on,
until the next red light when
they started beating the crap
out of each other again -
for three lights I watched
this slug fest unfold
until they turned and
I needed to go on straight
but nearly stayed with them anyway
just to see how it all turned out...
I was thinking the woman
was ahead on points,
whap! whap! whap!
the guy upside the head
over and over again, while he, hampered
in his mobility by the steering wheel,
missed as often as not - not hardly
a fair fight, but then they rarely
ever are in the field of domestic
relations - especially when he's
a little bitty guy and she's
big as a house
no sympathy for the guy from me
he should have known better
than to start
Next, from her book,
Rivers of Salt,
I have this poem by
Shirley Kaufman
. The book was published by Copper Canyon Press in 1993.
Born in 1923 of Polish immigrant parents, Kaufman was a translator as well as a poet of her own work. After earning a B.A. in English Literature, she worked for years in advertising. In her 40s she became interested in writing and obtained an M.A. from San Francisco State University. In 1973, she moved to Israel, publishing over the years numerous collections of her own poetry as well as translations of Israeli poets.
By the Rivers
That spring he was fourteen,
sun on the walls, stale air
sweet in Bergen-Belsen for the first time,
he told me he thought of the nurse
who held him when he was small.
He found a corner
where they did not catch him:
rush of the brilliance and the heat
and no one there. He opened his clothes,
hunched over his wasted body,
and made it spill.
The poem wants to look forward, not
back, but out there as far as it can see
are ruins: body of Abel body of god body
of smoke. And no recognizable
child to mourn.
So it begins with longing.
Or with fear, that old dog
stinking beside it, scabby and blind.
And all the time the future
is pushing up uncalled for
under the cold ground, or gliding down
like the firs snow, wet syllables
that melt and soak up the darkness.
The poem wants to get out of
where it is. But is instructed
to remember. In shameless daylight.
By the rivers of salt.
Another new poem from another new day. Out of the rant rut, at least for a while, but still a far ways from funny.
in the old days
of my grandmother,
my father's mother, a sour woman,
at least when she was old, which was the only time
I knew her, thinking of growing up
with that pinched, disapproving face always
looking over my shoulder
explains a lot...
on the other hand, my father's
father, a large white-haired old man
all that I ever knew, a gentle smile on his face
in the only picture, a gentle, kindly man
from what everyone who knew him
says, a town merchant
when all six of his brothers were out in the unforgiving hills
ranching, mostly cattle, a few sheep too, at a time
when almost everyone had a couple of sheep
in their backyard
this little Texas-German town,
built though stubborn application of a Protestant ethic
based on propriety and hard work,
surviving in this harsh land
of dry, hot summers and cold icy winter nights,
making peace with Comanche warriors
always overlooking from the hills
a small town of second and third generation
German immigrants who kept to themselves through
two bloody wars against the country
of their ancestral roots...
we can never be
where or when we weren't
which leaves us to wonder about past times
and places,
just as I wonder
at the relationship
of these two people who in their old age seemed so oddly matched
perhaps it was the differences
that drew them together,
but, I knew them only in their differences, old, near
the end of their lives, having never seen
any picture of them as a young man and woman,
not even knowing if such a picture exists
so, maybe it was not latter differences
but the similarities revealed by such a picture...
a picture of the sour old woman
from the day when she was a strong frontier beauty,
a small woman;
attracted to the old man
when he was a tall, fair-haired boy,
a shy, handsome man with soft merchant's hands
perhaps it's true
that sex
trumps all, carrying to the end
a love and a marriage
lasting more than 50 years
perhaps youth and sexual attraction
carries it all past the first blush of desire,
surviving until the end the remembered passion,
almost unimaginable to those of us
who see only the husks
left by time
I have a poem by
James Merrill
, the last this week from the anthology
Tell I End My Song
Born in 1926 in New York City, son of the co-founder of Merrill Lynch, Merrill contacted AIDS and died in 1995 at the age of sixty-nine after a long and distinguished career as a poet and author.
Days of 1994
These days in my friend's house
Light seeks me underground.To wake
Below the level of the lawn
- Half-basement and cool through the worst heat -
Is strange and sweet.
High up, three window-slots, new slants on dawn:
Through misty greens and gilts
An infant sun totters on stilts of shade
Up toward the high
Mass of interwoven boughs,
While close against the triptych panes
Rock bears witness, Dragonfly
Shivers in place
Above tall Queen Anne's lace -
More figures from
The Book of Thel
by Blake
(Lilly & Worm,Cloudlet & Cold of Clay)
And none but drinks the dewy Manna in.
I shiver next, Light walking on my grave...
And sleep, and wake.This time, peer out
From just beneath the mirror of the lake
A gently mile uphill.
Florets - the mountain laurel -float
Open mouthed, devout,
Set swaying by the wake of the flatboat:
Barcarole whose chords of gloom
Draw forth the youngest,purest, faithfullest,
Hands crossing breast,
Pre-Raphaelite face radiant - and look,
Not dead, O never dead!
To wake, to wake
Among the flaming dowels of a tomb
Below the world, the thousand things
Have risen to if not above
Before day ends:
The spectacle, the book,
Forgetful lover and forgotten love,
Cobweb hung with trophy wings,
The fading trumpet of a car,
The knowing glance from star to star,
The laughter of old friends.
I miss my old dog Reba, the subject of this poem, but my new dog Bella is a worthy successor.
Bella is a shy dog (we think she may have been abused in the past). She bonded immediately and exclusively with me; her interest in other people limited to watching them closely to make sure they're not out to harm me in some way.
She is not usually a dog given to frolic and play. But I found her game this afternoon. In the back yard with her after doing some concrete work, I set out to water the flowers and she immediately tried to fight the water as it came from the hose. For about 30 minutes she chased the water as I waved the hose around. I don't think I've ever seen her have such complete and uninhabited fun and she did not want to quit. I finally had to dry her off and put her inside the house so I could finish watering without her in the middle of it.Turns out she also likes the toweling off process just as much as did Reba.
I'm a dog guy - doesn't take much to get me talking about my dogs, like this.
we have a rainy day
we have a rainy day
and the dogs
are frightened by the thunder
and want to hide under the bed
but I'm sitting out in it
getting wet as a beaver
and loving every minute of it
I'll dry the dogs off
with a big fluffy towel
even though I'm the wet one
not them
but they love being rubbed down
in a big fluffy towel, playing
hide and seek,
sticking their noses out
to see if we're still playing
and I'll pretend I don't see them
then jump on them
and roll them around inside the towel
and they will near
wet themselves
with fun,
scary thunder forgotten
until next time
(The other player in this game was "Peanut" a very stupid chihuahua about whom the less said the better)
Last from my library this week, I have this poem by
Thomas Crofts
. It's from his book
Omnibus Horribilis Poems (1987-2007)
, apparently self-published in 2007.
Crofts teaches medieval English literature at East Tennessee State University. Published frequently in various poetry journals and chapbooks, this is apparently his first full book
Tennessee Morning
corporate book shop
no substitute for a good library
corporate. search engine
this morning is all
smiling sickly unawares
mindful of time and toys and toiletries.
high sugar.
voices spiral upwards
your search for "bonus" produced
no results
corpus porcus
questioning beasts
their many requests
for information
the sun cuts through the trees
at last
making small reflective bats
taped to my computer screen
really come to life
heart reheated bacon smell
mediated turtle secrets, small
reticulated dragon
thinking for all of us now
Here's the last old poem for the week from my third eBook,
Always to the Light
. It's another coffeehouse observational, the kind of thing that comes from my constant watching and eavesdropping on people. So much more interesting I think, than the weightier stuff I often think I should, as a serious (in my own mind) poet, be doing.
dreams of wet
with very large feet
orders a latte,
flexes her long
in her flip-flops
as she waits, hums
with the lean, rangy body of an athlete,
blond hair with a look of chlorine burn
hangs down her back in pony tail
a swimmer
is my guess, very active in her sport,
maybe professional -
the look of a fish
out of water
good swimmers get when forced
to make their way on dry land
amidst us dirt people
I can tell she is one of those
of wet whenever
My last new poem for the week, easing, at least a little, toward some humor.
hat trick
I wore
western boots
most of my life, in fact,
for forty or fifty years, boots
were the only kind of footwear in my closet
and I like to wear western shirts,
nice designs, with snaps for buttons,
no fringe though, a little bit too Roy Rogers
for me...
and jeans, Levis mostly, when I was a kid
and now, if you see me someplace
that's not a wedding or a funeral you can be sure
I'm wearing jeans
jeans at my age - can't imagine my father
wearing jeans - the only me my age wearing jeans
that I can remember from when I was a kid would be
the guy down at the dairy
milking cows
in his bib overalls...
never wore any kind of jewelry
except for my wedding
ring, which I thought was kind of cowboy
of me, you know, riding the herd,
chasing down the dogies,
rolling the ring on my finger,
thinking of the lil' miss back home
while sitting around the camp fire
crackling as the cows
moan and moo under the starlight...
not the gold chain around my neck, not me,
definitely not cowboy, the Italian version of Roy Rogers
and I always wanted to wear a western hat...
but whenever I put one on
I imagine everyone snickering, laughing at me
easy for me to imagine that,
since I snicker and laugh myself
at the image of me in a cowboy hat
leaving me in a kind of existential despair
as the Texas cowboy
whose head won't accommodate a cowboy hat
without becoming an object
of ridicule
to the true sun-cured, leather-worn set...
I guess it's time to give up on my cowboy fixation...
a poet now
and not a cowboy,
maybe I could wear a beret
but wait,
imagining that makes me snicker and laugh too
so might as well go with a bowler
if the effect of any head wear
is going to be comic
all I need
is a skinny guy
to be my Laurel...
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The councillor made the comments when during a motion to have a left turning lane installed at Grattan Street/Market Square leading up to the N80.
The motion was proposed by Cllr Alan Hand, who was informed in a reply from PJ Dempsey of the roads department that there is not adequate room for a lane, nor is there any funding available.
"During peak times the traffic is blocking up and a filter lane would sort it," Cllr Hand said.
He said that whenever there is a football match on or ploughing championships, the traffic accumulates right the way back. His party colleague, Cllr Caroline Dwane added that there is a huge bottleneck on the road at school times. Cllr Hand suggested shortening the traffic island in the middle of the road to accommodate the new lane, but Cllr Kathleen O'Brien said she felt the road was "okay" and that the traffic island provided a good "stepping stone" for people to cross.
"You can't have two lanes without a pedestrian crossing, we should put in a crossing as well," opined Cllr Willie Aird, adding that the council had not looked after the people of Grattan Street properly.
Cllr Hand said he would appreciate it if PJ Dempsey could re-explore the matter. "Safety has to be an issue," he said.

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A Spanish real estate agency's half-year report shows that property prices and transactions have increased in the country's key cities and coastal locations.
Lucas Fox International Properties calculates that in the 12 months to June 2016 prices in Barcelona's Eixample district increased by around 10%.
Average prices across the whole city increased by 4%, while average rises of 6% and 8% were recorded in Madrid and Valencia respectively.
In the year to June, Lucas Fox recorded a 40% increase in completed sales across all regions.
The average value of the firm's transactions increased by 5% during the same period.
The firm says that the sale of new homes has soared in Spain in the past year, accounting for more than 40% of its total sales.
"Thanks to increased planning approvals in Barcelona during 2016, our new development portfolio has grown significantly. It currently consists of more than 280 million Euros of property which will provide more than 300 homes within the next 18 months, and a further 1000 homes with the value of 650 million Euros planned for the next 3 years," explains Alexander Vaughan, Lucas Fox co-founder.
Lucas Fox's report sets out that demand among investors is on the rise thanks to attractive property prices – which are still 30-35% below the 2006 peak in some regions – and low interest rates.
"With tourism data set for yet another record-breaking year, we expect that Spain's second-home destinations will continue to attract demand for this kind of product from both foreign and national investors," adds Vaughan.
Overseas investors accounted for around 70% of the firm's total sales in the last year, down from 83% the previous year.
UK buyers represented 10% of Lucas Fox sales with the rest of Europe (mainly France and Scandinavia) accounting for 30% of overall purchases.
The firm has recorded a significant rise in the proportion of buyers purchasing for investment – 28% in the first 6 months of 2016, compared to 17% in the same period in 2015.
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I think it helps that I LOVE her and she is my celebrity lady crush. Let's review: she is getting more gorgeous the older she gets; she is married to a CRAZY HOT dude who is younger than she is; she used to get to make out with Clooney and GET PAID TO DO SO; she and Intern George are still friends; she CURRENTLY gets paid to make out with Josh Charles, who I've loved since he was in Dead Poets Society and I was in high school; she is on perhaps the one show on network TV right now which treats a woman's relationship with the other women in her life with the same importance that it treats her romances, and which has at least three women on it whose characters are defined in part by the fact that they rule at their jobs, and which also employs Jason Street, Alan Cumming, Mr. Big, Grams, Gary Cole AND Michael J Fox (who — I'm calling it right now — is winning the Emmy next month). In other words, you should probably pick up The Good Wife, and I am also, in all honesty, considering buying whatever Fancy Magic Face Elixir she's shilling for L'Orealancomebellarins.
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Newfoundland commemorates 1942 marine disaster
203 died when 2 U.S. Navy ships sank, while survivor escaped with story of hope
Southern Newfoundland communities are commemorating the 70th anniversary of one of the province's worst marine disasters.
Two hundred and three people died on Feb. 18 1942, when two U.S. warships, USS Truxtun and USS Pollux, were caught in an icy winter storm and ran aground off Newfoundland's Burin Peninsula, near the towns of St. Lawrence and Lawn.
There were 186 survivors.
The guests of honour are the families of former sailors on the two ships, but there are fewer of them now than when the last major anniversary was held.
More than 70 visitors came from the U.S. on the 50th anniversary in 1992, but fewer than 10 came this year.
Over the years, many people whose lives were affected by the tragedy have visited the community, including American Carl Janucha, who came to learn more about his father.
Ed Lewis, one of the survivors of the tragedy, had kept the ordeal from his family until he returned to St. Lawrence two years ago.
"I lived the whole thing over and over every night of my life," he said.
The story of one survivor, Lanier Phillips, has been celebrated internationally and become part of mythology of Newfoundland — told repeatedly in plays, books, radio and television documentaries.
He was taken to a home and given a warm bath. As he tells the story, women there gave him a rough scrubbing, trying to remove what they thought was oil from the ship because they didn't know his skin was black.
He said once people realized he was black, they still treated him like anyone else.
Phillips, who experienced racism growing up in the southern United States, said he was overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity of people in Newfoundland. He credits the event with changing his life and teaching him that racism could be overcome.
After Phillips was rescued, he had a 20-year career in the navy and became an active member of the U.S. civil rights movement.
Phillips, who was in St. Lawrence for this year's ceremonies, credits the people of St. Lawrence for his success.
"Had it not been for the people of St. Lawrence, I would have had no family," Phillips told CBC News during a 2008 visit to the area.


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Bravo! I'm right there with you! I will never, and I mean NEVER, buy a HP product again! This issue has cost me many hours of frustration and annoyance for a product that is only 2+ years old.
My Gateway desktop lasted 12 years... yep, 12 YEARS!!
Good luck with your new purchase!
I have recently been experiencing the same problems (after about 2 trouble-free years), and decided that, rather than continue the struggle, I would invest US$5 (including next day delivery) via Amazon Japan to purchase a USB Wifi Adapter, which just plugs into a USB slot. It's very small (almost exactly the same size as the wireless mouse USB thing). There were several options, but I went with a TP-Link 150Mbps Wireless N Nano USB Adapter Model No. TL-WN725N. This cost me a shade over US$5 (Yen 695 at the current exchange rate, including free delivery), and there was an even cheaper one available. Also comes with a 3 year guarantee.
Plugged it in and I was online immediately after entering the password for my wifi network. It came with a disc but I didn't even need to use it to download a driver.
I will continue trying to rectify the problem but at least I can do it online (and without using a landline).
Sorry, not US$5, but US$6! In the US, I can see them for less than US$8 (also with free shipping). Not a lot to pay to get rid of a headache . . . .
03-22-2017 08:19 AM - edited 03-22-2017 08:38 AM
PragmaticS (POST #13!) held THE solution to all my problems. VIOLA! POOF! Simply solved.....I, Sir have been through HEL* trying to get this Realtek RTL8188EE 802.11 bgn Wi-Fi Adapter connection "thing" fixed. i hope people with this irritating horrible problem (including support techs!) find and heed your elegent and simple solution. You're a genius! Consider yourself patted on the back and taken for a friendly beer.
All my thanks.
04-13-2017 02:48 PM - last edited on 04-13-2017 02:53 PM by Omar-E
Hi everyone. I also unchecked the default box that "allows the computer to turn off this device (wi fi adapter) to save power". It worked for a couple of weeks and now I'm back to where I started,... Not connected and no connections available although my Kindle (which I'm on now) and my cellphone can connect to my Wi-Fi without any problems.
I called HP Corporate office and asked to speak to a case manager in light of the fact that many others are having this issue and HP refuses to acknowledge or correct the problem. The case manager was a very nice woman however the best she could do for me is send out a 'recovery media' for about $60. I told her that if I was going to spend any money, it would be for a differnt laptop - different brand altogether Apparently they don't care.
Sorry folks, wish I had better news to share.
I noticed that the HP Corporate phone number was removed from my previous post. I guess the moderators don't want HP consumers calling and getting answers. Isn't that called censorship? Another reason to purchase a different brand. Lovely HP, just lovely!
I am having the same trouble ..losing my internet access all the time lately ..twice today ..other person next to me having no trouble ..They do NOT have an HP 😞
Sorry judibug13 but I doubt you'll get any help from HP. I took the suggestion from a previous post and bought the TP-Link 150Mbps Wireless N Nano USB Adapter Model No. TL-WN725N from Amazon. I believe it was around $10 but ever since I plugged it in, I'm on Wi-Fi all the time; no dropped connections.
When I finally get around to buying another laptop, you can be sure it won't be another HP.
Good luck with your Realtek Adapter... it's a REAL pain!
Realtek RTL8188EE - Problems from new.
I bought an HP Pavilion 14-n055sa fitted with the same WFi module, and it never semed to connect to any WiFi for long, even one a couple of feet away. When I travelled away, I always had to take a USB WiFi adaptor and 5M of CAT5 to do anything at all. I use Windows (preinstalled) and Ubuntu in a HDD-DVD caddy . Ubuntu WiFi reception was the same, and the same for any 'Live' OS's I tended to use.
This was really tedious, so that one day I resolved to find the problem with a few pci-e WiFi adaptors I had lying around. Nothing seemed to improve and this made me extremely sad.
Recently I found some spare antennas from an old scrap laptop and connected the leads and was amazed when everything poped into life, with good signal from neighbours around. So it seemed the antenna was broken, which meant a full disassembly ..
The antennas are small etched pcb's stuck behind the LCD either side of the camera. When I pulled the antennas off the back of the lid I noticed somthing shining on the adhesive of one pcb. Attached to the black antenna was a piece of wire approx 4mm, which I don't recognise from anywhere. This was obviously shorting out the RF signals of the WiFi.
Seemed like sabotage to me ... But now working just fine, although not as good a signal as the antenna from the old laptop tests. Ho hum .. I'll just have to live with it ...!
A job done well ...!! But I'm still not happy that I had to go to this length to fix it.
PS. Why doesn't Windows work as well or fast as Ubuntu .... ? I even donate it's so good.
08-09-2017 07:22 AM - edited 08-09-2017 07:29 AM
I had same problems described here about 1.5yrs ago when my Hp Pavilion 17 was still under warranty. Through the Best Buy where it was purchased, I had it sent to the Hp service center in KY. It came back with a note on the service request that "no issue could be found" .....YET....... the problem was FIXED!!!! Hmmm, interesting, no? I have no idea what the Hp service center did to fix it as they didn't acknowledge the problem, but they did something since we know that simply a ride in a truck from NJ to KY does not solve an issue with a laptop!
The problem had remained 100% fixed for 1.5yrs. Absolutely no internet disconnects for all that time. Then Viola! started happening again at the same rate as before. Snooping around in device manager, under the Realtek adapter's "EVENTS" tab. I found that on June 3, 2017 (exactly when the connection problems started again) events listed are:
Device install requested.
Device migrated.
Device configured (netrtwlane.inf).
Device started (NTWlanE).
Device installed (netrtwlane.inf).
Then on June 22, 2017 listed is:
Device service added (RTWlanE).
Device service added (vwifibus).
Given the fact that this is when my issues started again, I can't help but think that somehow, whatever Hp did to fix the problem was "undone" by these events listed above.
I am thinking if I rollback the adapter, potentially undo the events in June, it will take me to the configuration where Hp had fixed it (even though they don't admit they did) ???
I looked into System Restore and found that no restore points go back far enough to undo the June changes.
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The Stolen: An American Faerie Tale
Bishop O'Connell
Harper/Voyager Impulse 2014
Reviewed by David T. Wilbanks
The Stolen by Bishop O'Connell begins when Caitlin's little girl is kidnapped by evil fairies. Now she must accept help from a mysterious, troubled warrior and his elf friends or she may never see her child again. If this sounds like grounds for a fantasy novel, it is, only this one takes place in the here and now and therefore should be considered "urban fantasy".
The story moves along at a brisk pace, oriented more toward action and adventure than much deep character development. Even though this tale takes place in Boston and not the Deep South in ways it brings to mind the TV series True Blood–minus the softcore porn, and substituting evil goth fairies for vampires; one of the warrior's friends is even an elf that runs a nightclub. The whole thing is steeped in fairy lore and much of the resulting terminology adds to the fae flavor. Don't worry though; even if you don't know a word of Irish or Welsh, most terms and phrases can be taken in context and should not hinder smooth reading. Besides, there's a handy glossary in the back for reference. Add a couple wizards, including one who turns out to be close friends with our heroine, more varieties of fae, and a demon or two and you have yourself a fun ride into the fantastic.
Not bad for a debut novel and judging by how it ends there may be more later. The Stolen is recommended to any fairy freak or urban fantasy fan wanting to spend a few pleasant hours.


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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
I apologize for my lack of activity over the last week or so. Work and other activities sucked up my time, which was not all that fun. I'm looking forward to returning to Albia and watching everyone grow up some more! I expect to have an update over the weekend, or at the very latest, early next week. Seems like everything that needed to be done crept up on me, but I would rather be fully engrossed in C1 than have it running in the background. I do enjoy keeping a watchful eye on everyone and following their lives closely!
Moe posted a great question in response to my last post about Olennia's mutation. With only two infertile males in the world, the females pretty much have no chance of becoming pregnant. I plan on exporting Noric and hatching a male Norn from the hatchery. I hate to do it, since he is the oldest remaining Norn, but he will be returning to the world after the male-to-female ratio is a little more proportionate. Actually, it's the fertile male-to-female ratio that matters most! Rafin might also be exported so that there will be two fertile males in the world, but I'm hoping that just one can do the job! What a position he'll be in: The lone male to associate with five or six fertile females! That's quite the life.


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My Nina and Nino gave Ben and I some snacks for the plane ride back to CA. There were gingerbread bites…
and chocolate covered cranberries espresso beans. The company messed up and put espresso beans NOT cranberries in the package!!! Ha! I was disappointed, but Ben loves choc covered espresso so it worked out. Isn't that weird though??
I wasn't sure what I wanted for lunch so I just threw some stuff together… broccoli and carrots with hummus and leftover chickpeas.
My light lunch left room for a big snack 🙂 I microwaved a pear with cinnamon and sugar. Then, I put that on top of cottage cheese and added almonds and chocolate chips. YUM!!! I went back for more chocolate chips and PB after this pic.
That snack let out the snack monster and I ended up munching on pieces of a granola bar and bread with PB too. I don't know why.?
Dinner included toast with butter (since I was making some for Ben and kept eating his, I figured I ought to just make my own).
and a big salad with spinach, onions, roasted broccoli and chickpeas. There is a lot of green going on today!
I have to get rid of the chocolate chips in my house since I keep grabbing handfuls of them. So, I made peppermint bark. I'm not the biggest fan of candy canes so I'm hoping this will deter me from eating too much of it.
I am super tired, but I may try and fight it so I can watch an episode of Lost before bed 😉


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Windows refresh feature doesn't allow you to create custom refresh points like Windows System Restore does. Instead, Refresh creates a Windows Installer Image to help it restore settings to default state. This script demo shows you the option to create a custom refresh image to restore your custom PC settings in Windows 8.
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Querciabella D.O.C.G. 2008 Chianti Classico,
$25.99, 92 points, was bought by Ben at the WineconneXtion and shared with a few of us.
Deep bright Cranberry color and a youthful clear rim, with an aroma of spice, earth, and a hint of butterscotch.
Flavors of tart cherry and red fruit within a medium body of good acidity and tannin made for a delicious partner to my Greek-style veggie-meatball super-sub.
The finish was long on spice with a bourbon hint of heat.
Okay, OK, I exaggerated when I said, "my faith is restored in. . . Chianti Classico." For the most part, I love these wines and am not timid when buying them.
Salute to buoni amici e buon vino!
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Vertigo sufferers and sticklers for plausibility will want to give Man on a Ledge a miss, but if you've a head for heights and a nonchalance about gimmicky plots then you'll probably get a rush from this contrived action thriller. Be warned, though, the plot really is contrived.
Sam Worthington's Nick Cassidy is the eponymous hero, an ex-cop turned escaped convict, who is trying to clear his name of a $40million diamond theft that was pinned on him by Ed Harris's slimy tycoon. That's why, having bust out of custody, he's standing on the 21st floor window ledge of a Manhattan hotel, threatening to jump. As a ghoulish crowd gathers below and NYPD negotiator Lydia Mercer (Elizabeth Banks) tries to talk him down, Nick's true purpose becomes apparent (to the viewer, at least). His plight is a ruse to divert attention while across the street his brother Joey (Jamie Bell) and Joey's sassy girlfriend Angie (Genesis Rodriguez) are getting on with the second stage of Nick's plan to prove his innocence, a fiendishly complex heist that involves wriggling through air shafts, dodging alarm sensors and other Mission: Impossible-style feats of daring, feats which at one stage naturally require the lithe Angie to strip to her briefs.
Back on the ledge, Worthington's underwhelming screen presence leaves the film teetering on the brink, though co-star Banks gamely tries to bring some spark to their exchanges. Fortunately, the bickering by-play between livewires Bell and Rodriguez keeps us engaged as the convoluted story unfolds, as does Kyra Sedgwick's sly cameo as a cynical TV reporter. If it weren't for them you might feel like joining the mob on the sidewalk yelling 'Jump!'
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Post 2015: Pruning the Spruce
Harping on about holiday decorations before the Thanksgiving Turkey is even stuffed should be the preserve of Macy's design teams and tinsel factories. But a recent event at CGD had me thinking about Christmas trees.
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Harping on about holiday decorations before the Thanksgiving Turkey is even stuffed should be the preserve of Macy's design teams and tinsel factories. But a recent event at CGD had me thinking about Christmas trees.
One thing we emphasized in the Karver/Kenny/Sumner paper on MDGs 2.0 was that the MDGs are far better remembered, and have been far more influential, than the rest of the Millennium Declaration from which they were drawn. We suggested that was because the MDGs were easy to understand, self-evidently important, numerical and time bound, and we called for any follow up goals to keep those vital features. That point seems to be w
Last week saw the opening meeting of the High Level Panel on the Post-2015 Development Agenda –AKA the HiPoPoDomAe. That's the body set up by the UN Secretary General to mull what follows on from the Millennium Development Goals. There's a brief round-up of some of what was said here. Reports of the discussion, some wonderful meetings in London two weeks ago, and recent interventions from Ben Leo at the ONE campaign as well as the WEF Global Agenda Council on Benchmarki
One of the Rio Summit's all-to-few accomplishments was language in the outcome declaration about an intergovernmental process to develop Sustainable Development Goals. An "open working group" of 30 nations nominated by the five regional UN groups will come up with a list by September 2013.
Despite protestation from all sides that there should be only one development agenda post-2015, the Rio process continues on what appears to be a parallel, overlapping track. Not least that's because the Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs) are facing the same issue as the process to come up with new Millennium Development Goals (MDGs) –everyone with a sectoral agenda is arguing that their topic is vital to sustainable development. Many of them are surely right. But if poverty
I've spent the last few days immersed (drowning?) in MDGs 2.0. First, CGD hosted a discussion of Washington-based folks interested in the issue (thanks to ODI's Claire Melamed for headlining), and then I went to New York for a meeting organized by UNDESA and UNDP –the Experts Group Meeting to Support the Advancement of the Post-2015 UN Development Agenda. We met, we supported, we grouped and agendized. It was very interesting indeed and I'm grateful to have been invited
As we look ahead to 2015 and the potential for a new round of MDGs, there's a growing chorus of people arguing that, given how much the world has changed since 2000, the new set should look completely different from the last lot. The 2000 vintage was about rich and poor countries, focused on where donors would help recipients, based on the DAC Development Targets (which drew in turn from a range of UN Conferences). In a world with large emerging donor-recipients like China and India, where poverty levels are declining and
As we ramp up to 2015 and (maybe) a new set of Millennium Development Goals, people are proposing things to include: universal energy access, freedom from violence, a learning goal, stronger language on sustainable development


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Its been a busy winter with a lot of work done between myself and Darren on the rs2k,where do I start with it all. We pulled all the suspension "Gaz coilovers" off it for a good overhaul and at the same time uprated the springs to suit better cornering for 2013 along with some helper springs to stop the springs dangling about on full extension, I was pretty amazed how diabolical the rear top locating idea is with gaz coilovers for the Escort mk6,just flopping about between the ford oversized rubber locater designed for the standard spring, we modded some b&g coilover top mounts and slid them on all Darrens work and now I`m happy the springs will stay in the right location.
We decided on more weight saving, its always a good thing and cheap to do, so finally the headlight setup was ditched along with rear lighting and all the indicator setup, blanks were fashioned into place at the front and everything sprayed up in the ash black along with quite a bit of the wiring loom, we also installed a better air intake to a lower position in the front bumper feeding the 2nd air box snorkel. Not stopping there we also did another mod with the dash board by chopping it in half and taking all the heater garbage out with a complete mod of the dash insert, the dash was then sent off to www.southwestflocking.co.uk for Lee to do his magic on what was left with a relocation of the gauges and along with ditching the stalks on the steering column it all now looks so much neater and more weight saved.
We always planned on going over to 16″ wheels for 2013 so we have put this in place and bought a brand new set of Speedline Corse flow formed racing wheels, these fit perfect to the hub bore of the escort so no fiddly spigot rings although I could only source these in 42 et offset so we will be running 3mm spacers to bring them out in the arches a bit. At the time of writing I am just in the process of ordering up the super soft Avon slicks that hopefully will last the joint drives on the hills as these only last 2 to 3 mins before over heating, for sprints we will be using the toyo 888`s in 17″ we used last year.
We are also going over to a dished new steering wheel so we can push the column back into the dash for more strength, to be fair this wheel was way old as coming from Darren's Evo 5 and was getting to the stage of looking polished lol.
On ditching all the ford heating and blower system we have added a floor fed system to keep us cool in the summer, air being fed from passenger side aiming up under our crash lids ,it does get so hot in the cockpit in the sun waiting around for your start with much door waving involved.
I`ve purchased a new rear spoiler but at the moment I`m undecided weather to fit it,all will be revealed if I do,no other airo kit has been added at this time.
The exhaust has had a bit of weight saving gone about it with a rather clever design by Darren, we now run a side exit system through the nearside of the car, old rear bumper carboned over.
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WASHINGTON — Was this the face of the mastermind of the Bush administration's alleged torture policy?
David Addington, Vice President Dick Cheney's chief of staff, stared across the table at the members of the House Subcommittee on the Constitution, Civil Rights, and Civil Liberties.
Tough, brittle and utterly self-confident, Addington didn't hide his disdain and most of the Democrats in the room didn't hide theirs either.
Summoned to testify about his role in the Bush administration's policy on interrogating suspects at the Guantanamo Naval base in Cuba, Addington testified for much of three hours Thursday.
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He gave committee members little to grasp if they wanted to prove that he had ordered torture or provided legal rationalizations for it.
An impasse over whether torture was committed
By the end of the hearing the committee and Addington were at an impasse: the Democrats saying that the Bush administration did order torture of terrorist suspects; Addington and fellow witness, John Yoo, who served from 2001-03 in the Justice Department's Office of Legal Counsel, either denying it had or not admitting it had taken place.
The committee may call Addington and Yoo back for a secret hearing to testify about classified matters.Video: Gitmo decision deals blow to Bush
What Addington did not do — to the surprise of some observers at the hearing — was invoke executive privilege and refuse to disclose internal administration deliberations.
What he did do was dismiss an ABC News report that said Cheney had been at meetings to approve specific interrogation techniques.
"I don't know of any such meeting," Addington told Rep. John Conyers, D- Mich., adding he could not say if such a meeting has occurred. "I certainly wasn't at one."
Addington also refuted a Washington Post story that said he'd argued during White House meetings that the president had power to order interrogation techniques that involved torture.
He did say that he had witnessed at least one interrogation at Guantanamo, but added that he did not recall discussing the legality of the techniques with interrogators there.
Faulty memory?
"It's hard to fathom that you would not have a recollection of specific conversations about types of interrogation methods," complained Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz, D- Fla.
At one point, Addington said that he could not discuss specific interrogation methods for the same reason President Bush could not.
He referred committee members to Bush's 2006 speech on interrogation methods used at Guantanamo or elsewhere. To reveal specific methods "would help the terrorists learn how to resist questioning" and "keep information from us that we need."
Addington also said that he had not taken part in the drafting of a now famous Aug. 1, 2002 memo from Justice Department's Office of Legal Counsel (OLC) which gave legal defenses for harsh interrogation methods.
The memo was written, at least in part, by Yoo, who is now a law professor at the University of California, Berkeley.
Interrogators, Yoo wrote, could legally inflict pain on terrorist suspects so long as the pain was not equivalent to the pain associated with death, organ failure, or permanent loss of bodily functions.
Election A to ZThe torture statute Congress passed in 1994 prohibits acts "specifically intended" to cause "severe physical or mental pain or suffering."
Yoo pointed out to committee members that those terms were vague and that Congress had not chosen to offer any more specific legal language. Therefore, he said, the OLC had to do the best it could to figure out the precise legal limits.
Yoo made a less aggressive and self-assured witness than Addington, but he frequently said he could not answer specific questions about Justice Department deliberations because the department had asked him not to.
Yoo often consulted with his attorney sitting behind him, Miguel Estrada, a former Bush nominee to the federal appeals court whose nomination killed by a Democratic Senate filibuster in 2002 and 2003.
At one point Yoo asserted attorney-client privilege, at another, internal deliberative privilege, and at another, said he could not talk about classified matters.
Asked by Rep. Bobby Scott, D- Va., "If U.S. officials tortured people based on your memo, would they be protected if they followed your memo, would they be protected from prosecution…?"
Yoo replied, "The purpose of the memo was to define torture so that people would not commit torture." He added later, "I'm not going around torturing people and the memo does not authorize anyone to torture anybody."
"We were functioning as lawyers, we don't make policy," Yoo told the committee in his opening statement. "Policy choices in these matters were up the NSC, the White House, or the Department of Defense…. We were not in the business of choosing among different policy options."
Veepstakes!By the end of the day, the question was left unresolved of who exactly did choose specific interrogation techniques such as simulated drowning or waterboarding. Yoo said his memo clearly specified drowning as one of the prohibited acts — but he could not add much beyond that.
Will new administration prosecute?
Another unresolved question by day's end: If the next president is Democrat Barack Obama, will he ensure that Yoo, Addington and other former Bush administration officials who allegedly authorized torture are prosecuted?
Obama campaign spokesman Tommy Vietor said Thursday that Obama had not yet commented on the issue of potential prosecution of Bush administration officials.
But asked whether any former Bush officials are likely to be prosecuted by the new administration, Senate Judiciary Committee member Sen. Dianne Feinstein, D- Calif. said, "I actually think there is a possibility of that. And I'm not saying who. The United States has made serious mistakes and that's all I want to say right now."
The risk of possible prosecution has been on the minds of Bush officials since they began to formulate policy after Sept. 11, 2001.
Former Justice Department official Jack Goldsmith, who succeeded Yoo at the Office of Legal Counsel, says in his book "The Terror Presidency," that Attorney General Alberto Gonzales did worry about "...a subsequent administration of a different party prosecuting officials for wartime decisions with which it disagreed."
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Hamrafjället, Tänndalen
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Up on the hill in Hamra lies Rosa village. Guests return here year after year, in summer as in winter. Well-equipped, low-priced apartments with fine views of the area. Near lifts, cross-country tracks, Ski Lodge Tänndalen with a cosy lounge section and attached restaurants.


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post off: if you could live in a catalog, which would it be?
The other day I saw a tweet from a friend and fellow blogger, the mom behind Love That Max, that said "I want my next life to be in Restoration Hardware Catalog." (Like the elegant room, above.) To which I replied, make this one of mine Land of Nod and I'll be happy! With so many design magazines vanishing, and so many catalogs taking on more editorial features, it's no wonder that that retailers have become the main source of decor inspiration in our lives. If so many of them weren't doing such a cracker jack job at it, this could present a real problem. (Think Fight Club and Ikea an you know what I mean.)
But that makes me wonder, if YOU could live inside a catalog which one would it be? Here are few images for inspiration but feel free to mention one not included here!
California Dreaming Who can't imagine lounging around with a book in this sunny, modern house? via Flor
Boho Cozy: Suddenly Ikea doesn't seem so plastic, when its fabric patterns get the rustic English cottage treatment.
Our Kind of Movie Night: Outdoor screenings of family adventures? Sign us up for a Crate & Barrel fiesta.


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