Oh it’s likely having reached this age, but I keep recalling days when the news attended primarily to events and what programs and bills the government was working on.
Now I keep thinking that it’s all gone the way of those magazines you see as you pass through the grocery line.
45 has let loose a cult of personality about as demented as it can get: lies, obfuscation, evasion are just fine so long as they are used for a self–serving economic policy and a narcissistic end.
Oh, it’s always been there, here and there, bits and pieces. I’m not naive. But there used to be integrity to counter all of this. Tricky Dick. Not everyone Liked Ike. Harry, so sure of himself. But this is not the same. What president of these United States rallies a frightening mob by shouting “BULLSHIT!”
Mom! Get out the soap and wash out that vile mouth for all of us.
You don’t have to follow any tradition to take in how Pastor Sal in our Douglas UCC church closes each service with Bishop John Shelby Spong’s gentle litany: “Live fully, love wastefully, and have the courage to be all you were meant to be.”
The Hidden Permutations of Love
He thought he would build a fence.
Not to keep anything out or in. He’d
make it of stones and branches
piled in the woods out back. He’d
weave the branches. He’d balance
the stones, make the fence
a mixed reminder, two textures,
one holding him to the ground,
one taking him into what
is above. He would sit by
the window and watch her walk
along it, touching the wood and
stone. She would stop to notice
how he had finely fit every rock
and branch, the wind able to move
through each open place. A sparrow
would come, perch long enough
to open a seed. Squirrels would
run along the ridge. He thought
he would plant English ivy,
burning bush, and wedding veil
hoping to see them climb, spread,
entangle, bring out the unnamable
hues of green, see them catch
the light and glisten in the rain.
Published in an alternative form in Practicing to Walk Like a Heron (Wayne State University Press)
You are invited to help us celebrate Jack’s new book, St. Peter and the Goldfinch at:
THE GALA FOR THE GOLDFINCH: A PROTEST FOR GOODNESS
Songs by The Persisterhood Choir
A Conversation: Jack’s Poems with Jazz by The John Shea Trio
Book Signing and Party Time to follow!
DATE: April 5
PLACE: Douglas United Church of Christ, on the corner of Spring and Wall Streets
Please RSVP here to help us plan this event: http://bit.ly/GoldfinchGala
Bring a bottle and a plate if you can, but not if you can’t.
Join the Waiting List for Poetry Trauma, March 20
This workshop is currently full, but usually people drop as the date approaches. Or, if we have enough people join the waiting list, we will schedule it again, inviting the waitlist folks first. Join the waiting list at this link: http://bit.ly/PoetryTrauma
Workshop on March 23 at Grace Episcopal Church, Holland, MI
Jack will lead this workshop, sharing approaches to Writing Personal History at Grace Episcopal Church in Holland, Michigan. Time 10-1:30. Contact the church to sign up.