7.6.2023 – deep embarrassment

deep embarrassment
only after did I learn
of the monument

I recently read of a video that captured a tourist in Rome carving his initials into the bricks of the Colosseum.

The tourist in question has announced that, “It is with deep embarrassment that only after what regrettably happened did I learn of the antiquity of the monument.”

The feller made the effort to take a trip to Rome.

The feller made the effort to see the Colosseum.

But he couldn’t tell you why he made the effort or at least that the effort was not made due to the antiquity of the monuments that fill the City of Rome.

I am reminded of the short piece,

One of my favorites was “Demolition of the Cathedral at Chartres” in comedian Steve Martin’s book Cruel Shoes.

Mr. Rivers was raised in the city of New York, had become involved in construction and slowly advanced himself to the level of crane operator for a demolition company. The firm had grown enormously, and he was shipped off to France for a special job. He started work early on a Friday and, due to a poorly drawn map, at six-thirty one morning in February, began the demolition of the Cathedral at Chartres.

The first swing of the ball knifed an arc so deadly that it tore down nearly a third of a wall and the glass shattered almost in tones, and it seemed to scream over the noise of the engine as the fuel was pumped in the long neck of the crane that threw the ball through a window of the Cathedral of Chartres.

The aftermath was complex and chaotic, and Rivers was allowed to go home to New York, and he opened up books on the Cathedral and read about it and thought to himself how lucky he was to have seen it before it was destroyed.

7.4.2023 – people determined

people determined
correct what perceive to be
injustice, error

Now, some 180-odd years later, we can say that the proof of the pudding is in the eating.

We’ve made it.

And not because we have not come through some rough, indeed perilous, times.

The history of each of the amendments to the Constitution, including the first ten, our Bill of Rights, is invariably the story of a self-governing people determined to correct what they perceive to be injustice and error.

In fact, one might say that each amendment added to the Constitution was an attempt of the American people to expand and extend the blessings of self-government and its manifold benefits to an ever-wider circle of our citizenry.

John Henry Faulk wrote that back during the Watergate Era.

He wrote:

“… the office is invariably bigger, more important, and a lot more permanent than the officeholder.

The powers that go with the highest office in the land, the presidency, are awesome indeed.

But they belong to the people, all the people, still.

The man who holds that office and forgets whom those powers really belong to does so at his own peril.

As we have seen.”

What Mr. Faulk would have made of what is going on now is interesting to ponder.

Yet all I can come up with is that I understand why the Children of Israel “By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, When we remembered Zion.

During Watergate, Mr. Faulk wrote, “Now what’s causing all the confusion?

Why, the fact that we’ve got a prominent citizen, a man that has held the highest office in the land, suspected of some felony crimes.

But, he’s so prominent and held such a respected office, that we don’t know whether he even ought to be indicted, let alone made to stand trial.

More than that, it’s going to hurt a lot of people’s feelings if he is put through the wringer.

It’s going to hurt a lot of folks’ feelings if he ain’t.”

And that was all based on Watergate.

As Former President Obama said of Mr. Trump and the battle of the birth certificate, “Remember when we thought that was as crazy as he would get?”

It all reminds of something else Mr. Faulk wrote in his Pear Orchard series:

… you know, that there worries me a heap. By God, it seems that people don’t quite know what it’s all about no more. Them that talks loudest is the ones that seem to know the least.

All quotes from The uncensored John Henry Faulk by John Henry Faulk, 1985, Austin, Tex., Texas Monthly Press.

This is the flag I ordered through the office of Congressman John Lewis before he died.

I have a certificate that the flag once flew over the Capitol Building of the United States of America.

It used to mean a lot around the world.

… used to.

It used to stand for an American people eager to expand and extend the blessings of self-government and its manifold benefits to an ever-wider circle of our citizenry.

… an ever-wider circle of our citizenry.

It can again.

7.3.2023 – send these, the homeless

send these, the homeless,
tempest-tost to me, lift lamp
beside golden door

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door

Emma Lazarus (July 22, 1849 – November 19, 1887) was an American author of poetry, prose, and translations, as well as an activist for Jewish and Georgist causes. She is remembered for writing the sonnet “The New Colossus”, which was inspired by the Statue of Liberty, in 1883.

The above is from Wikipedia.

The words are still a part of the mythology of America.

I hope this myth dies hard but so many seem to want it.

7.2.2023 – of course we are loaned

Of course we are loaned
this life, suddenly one day
it is overdue

Of course we are loaned this life, then suddenly one day it’s overdue.

This is a little tight and nifty but so was Rochefoucauld.

I fully expect to make a long walk to Virgo to see the clusters of a trillion stars. I wonder how they counted them?

I had worried about reaching the year 2000, at which I’ve been successful.

All my dark dreams about dying young like so many in my humble trade never happened.

Hundreds warned me I was going to die young from smoking and drinking but I disappointed them.

From the essay Courage and Survival by Jim Harrison in The Brick.

One of Jim Harrison’s last published works.

I quote a lot.

That’s the whole point of this blog and these haiku.

To point out the wonderful word combinations that real writers accomplish in print and bring to the attention of my vast audience.

I don’t like to change the original word order of anyone’s work.

I especially don’t like to change the original word order just to make in my American grammar school haiku rhythm of 5 – 7 – 5 syllables (and yes I have read all the arguments about this and that Japanese sound patterns and English syllables are not necessarily equivalent but its my blog my rules and my rules say a haiku, for the purpose of this blog, follows the 5 -7 -5 pattern so there) but I did in this case and the change made quite the impact.

Mr. Harrison wrote: Of course we are loaned this life, then suddenly one day it’s overdue.

Which, due to the 5 – 7 – 5 rule, I hammered into:

of course we are loaned
this life then suddenly it’s
one day overdu
e

In a way, I liked that.

I like that a lot.

Suddenly, it’s one day overdue.

Overdue or just one day overdue, when we are talking about the loan of life is the same and yet it isn’t.

Just one day …

Can I have just one day more …

One more day …

Just one day or not, life has no amnesty day or forgiveness policy.

I have to wonder if Mr. Harrison would have liked and I can say, with pretty much solid confidence, he would NOT.

Famously he refused to talk to an editor for years who dared edit something he wrote.

With that in mind, I stayed with the phrase and worked it into:

Of course we are loaned
this life, suddenly one day
it is overdue

I had to split the contraction of it’s to it is.

Mr. Harrison still would have rolled his eyes.

But there it is.