8.29.2020 – sunset evening star

sunset evening star
tide as moving seems asleep
I turns again, home

Adapted from:

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

Crossing the Bar By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

8.28.2020 – I first lied when I

I first lied when I
smiled – lie was in the smile
truth behind the mask

Are you gonna see me when light gets dark? 

The sun goes down over Gramercy Park 

And it’s become easy to hide pieces away 

Making up someone in the hope that you’ll stay 

‘Cause I’ve been trying to be everything I think you want me to be 

I’ve been doing all the things that I think you wanna see 

I’ve been trying to fulfill you with your every need 

Now you’re falling for a person that’s not even me 

Said you’re falling for a person that’s not even me 

Alicia Keys – Gramercy Park

8.27.2020 – easy shots to take

easy shots to take
at who rose to prominence
different era

Not sure where I am going with any of this but I was thinking of Dorothy Parker.

I don’t often spend any time thinking about Dorothy Parker.

And aside from the wonderful, “What fresh hell is this?’ line that she was noted for saying when the phone rang, I am not sure I know much of her work.

On the other hand, if I was known for being the author of the line, “What fresh hell is this?” when the phone rang I would die a happy man.

But I digress.

Ms. Parker has always been there as someone someone should read.

She wrote criticism and commentary for any number of magazines and newspapers.

She co-wrote the screen play for the movie A Star is Born starring Lady Gaga which was a remake of the movie starring Barbara Streisand, which was a remake of the movie starring Judy Garland, which was a remake of the movie starring Janet Gaynor.

It was for the original version with Janet Gaynor that earned Ms. Parker an Oscar Nomination in 1937 for Best Adaptation.

I recently watched a bio-pic about her titled, Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle.

The Vicious Circle being the group of writers and critics who gathered at the Algonquin Hotel in New York City to sit at their famous round table in the hotel’s restaurant.

It was a who’s who of the wits and writers of American in the 1930’s.

It might have been as if the best of the best of the casts and writers of Saturday Night Live met for lunch each day/

I put Ms. Parker into the GOOGLE and came across an article titled, VEIL OF LAUGHTER, a review of the movie, by Randy Sue Coburn.

In this article which seemed to be more of a defense of Ms. Parker than a review, and maybe it was as it was written by one of the movies co-writers.

Ms. Coburn included this paragraph.

From that point onward, Parker’s output dwindled, but she remained an icon for young women who dreamt of breaking into journalism and dazzling all the men around them. Several years after John Keats’s less-than-empathetic biography of Parker appeared in 1970, however, one such woman, Nora Ephron, devoted her column in Esquire to denouncing Parker as a role model, promoting the comforts of sisterhood over the dubious distinction of being the only woman at the table. As much as I probably agreed with Ephron then, this now seems an easy sort of shot to take at someone who rose to prominence in an entirely different era.

The writer then goes on to point out that, “In Parker’s heyday, few starkly personal literary novels were being written by her “sisters.” One of these was Zelda Fitzgerald, and we all know what happened to her.”

But I was struck by the line, “this now seems an easy sort of shot to take at someone who rose to prominence in an entirely different era.

When I was in college I had wonderful professor who constantly banged on three themes.

Clarity, Compassion and ‘avoid present-mindedness’.

More than once papers written for this guy came back with bright spirals in thick red magic marker all over a page with the text, “I AM COMPLETELY LOST” written on it.

He would yell at us, “YOU ARE THE EXPERT HERE. so take YOUR READER by the HAND!”

He invoked compassion.

We as students of history were ready to blow George III, George Brinton McClellan or George Bush out of the water with all the sanctimonious self righteousness that college students seem to have great supplies of.

“YOU KNOW THIS ABOUT THEM, but WHAT DON’T YOU KNOW ABOUT THEM that might change your point of view?”, the professor would challenge.

He was very proud of me when I pointed out that General William Howe might have been reluctant to wipe out George Washington at the Battle of Long Island after witnessing the slaughter at the Battle of Bunker Hill along with the fact that that the General’s older brother, George Howe, had been killed in the French and Indian War leading an attack on Fort Ticonderoga.

And he warned and warned against a sense of what he called, “Present Minded-Ness.”

All the things we take for granted today, even something as simple as clean fresh water, was not the norm 200 years ago.

He cautioned us to not make judgments or hold folks to a standard of today that didn’t apply back in history.

So looking back in time, where to start.

I have no problems with taking down Confederate monuments that aren’t part of historical battlefield parks.

But what then.

As Ms. Coburn writes, there are a seems to be a lot of an easy sort of shot to take at someone who rose to prominence in an entirely different era.

I remember the last time I was in Cooperstown, which was a long time ago, and there was a sign outside the Hall of Fame that stated something along the lines that the information in the plaques honoring the members of the Baseball Hall of Fame was correct at the time of the members induction.

I think this mostly had to due with naming Babe Ruth the all leader in Home Runs and Ty Cobb the all time leader in stolen bases and such like.

Maybe we just need signs all around the United States that some things are there and the way they are because it was correct at the time.

I can’t say that is a good idea.

I do agree there are some things that need to come down.

There are some people who don’t need to be remembered.

At the same time, the signs at the Concentration Camps say ‘Never Again’ and ‘Never Forget.’

Sad to say it seems we NEED those reminders.

In the Old Chapel at the United States Military Academy at West Point, NY there are granite shields for all 14 of George Washington’s Generals.

One shield is blank.

No names and no dates.

It is a plaque for General Benedict Arnold.

A reminder for a story and a man that all you need to hear is his name to know why it is blank.

So there you are.

Back to Ms. Dorothy Parker.

They say she felt that if only she could write like a man.

Here is her poem, “Inventory:”.

Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

Four be the things I’d been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.

Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

I guess she does okay as who she was.

When Ms. Parker died in 1967 she left her estate to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr, with the note that if anything happened to Dr, King, her estate would go to the NAACP.

Ms. Parker’s ashes were buried on the grounds of the NAACP Nation Headquarters in Baltimore, MD under a circle of bricks in memory of the Algonquin Round Table.

Royalties on her writings are still paid to the NAACP.

I am not sure I am aware of better way to go out of this life.

She was known for her wit and comments are the current passing scene.

Today she would be on a panel on CNN.

And what might she say?

This fits.

“You can’t teach an old dogma new tricks”

8.21.2020 – an inheritance

an inheritance
undefiled and unfading
imperishable

Reading my Bible last night I ran across a wonderful rhythm of words in 1 Peter 1:3-4.

I was especially stuck by the line, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading.

Imperishable.

Undefiled.

Unfading.

The simple majesty of that line of words, like a string of Battleships in a column smacked me in the head and said, use these words in tomorrow’s Haiku.

This morning I went looking for the Verse in the Bible Gateway because I wanted to copy and paste the text.

Why type when you can copy and paste.

I am a web guy after all.

But I couldn’t find the passage.

I read through 1 Peter (ONE PETER would say the some folks).

Then read through 2 Peter (TWO PETER would say some folks).

Searched for a 3 Peter even though I knew there wasn’t one but that might be a surprise to some folks.

And read them over again.

Non of the words seemed to echo what I had read the night before.

I grabbed my nightside Bible.

Its a small New Testament I got from the Gideon’s at a street fair in Suwanee, Georgia a couple of summers ago.

I like it as I can hold it right in front of my nose and read without my glasses.

Flipped through the pages to find those words and there they were.

Imperishable, undefiled, and unfading!

Then I remembered.

My wife and I chatted with the Gideons for a bit and told them that we had both worked at Zondervan in Grand Rapids.

I told them that as Zondervan Webmaster, I had helped put the New International Version (NIV) of the Bible online.

And there was the mystery.

I had expressly asked the Gideons if they had an English Standard Version (ESV) of the Bible.

The Gideons looked at each other and then said to wait and one feller dug through some boxes and came up with one.

And in the ESV the verse reads: Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you.

In the NIV, the verse reads: Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. This inheritance is kept in heaven for you

Not to be left out, the King James Version reads: Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you

What one do I like best?

Well I am thinking that a MASTER TRANSLATION might be interesting.

I mean.

Use all the words.

An inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, unfading, can never perish, spoil or fade, incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not away.

Interesting that it works.

Majesty of the words.

Majesty in the words.

8.18.2020 – The truth about toilets

The truth about toilets
certain level of pretence
all have to use them

A part of the book Forrest Gump that didn’t make it into the movie was the repetition of the phrase, “I got to pee.”

From Forrest’s first High School Football awards banquet to his campaign for United States Senator (more scenes from the book that didn’t make it to the movie) Forrest finds himself in front of a crowd and blurting out, “I got to pee!”

The missing campaign for Senate always bothered me.

Especially as the silly running back and forth across the county WAS NOT in the book.

The phrase, “I GOT TO PEE” became the meme of his campaign.

It took over the election dialogue to the point that Forrest’s opponent for Senate had to make a speech where he proclaimed, “I GOT TO PEE TOO!”

My life has been a life lived having to pee, waiting to pee, worrying about where I would be able to pee and NEVER EVER talking about it.

And I cannot understand why?

Everyone has too pee.

So what is the big deal about not admitting it?

One summer on a family trip across the upper peninsula of Michigan, I had to pee.

I was maybe 9 or 10 years old.

I was sitting in the front seat of the station wagon where my Dad had the air conditioning one full blast.

Boy did I have to pee.

My Dad pulls into this little UP gas station with a RESTROOM sign on the corner with an arrow pointing around back.

I was out of the car and around the corner in about 2 seconds.

Ran so fast everything was a blur.

I was thrilled that there were RESTOOMS, not the roadside latrines I was expecting.

I hit that door, pushed it open, slammed it shut behind me, locked the door and relieved myself as they say.

Then I heard my brothers voices.

I could hear them through the wall.

I couldn’t understand where they were.

They had to be in the other restroom.

Then I distinctly heard my brother Tim say, “where do you think Mike is?”

I figured out where I was.

And I wasn’t in the Men’s Room.

But enough about that.

I was struck by this story in today’s Gaurdian.

Tokyo’s public toilets may be transparent – but at least they’re building some.

If the headline doesn’t get you, the photo should.

And they next time you got to pee, remember this.

So does everybody else.

As the article states, “What’s more interesting about those Tokyo toilets is that they were commissioned in the first place. A city authority that spends money on public toilets? To anyone in the UK or US, this is an extraordinary concept.”