3.30.2025 – be called on to give

be called on to give
last full measure could never ..
understand, define

Adapted from this passage:

The road ahead was long, and it was to lead them to worse than they had had: to Fredericksburg and Chancellorsville, to Gettysburg and the Wilderness, to the sickening meadows at Cold Harbor and the squalid trenches around Petersburg; to the ultimate misery and bleak wisdom that lie at the end of all the roads of war.

They were on their own now, fighting for something they had not been asked about; they had made the victory through which the war had been given its lasting meaning, and now they would have to go on to the end of it, marching doggedly to the dark fields where they would be called on to give the last full measure of a devotion which they themselves could never understand or define.

From Mr. Lincoln’s Army: Army of the Potomac Trilogy, Volume One by Bruce Catton (Doubleday & Company, inc., Garden City, NY, 1951).

I find it hard to accept that the last full measure fought for during the American Civil War was going to end up where we are today.

Maybe our turn is coming to sum a last full measure of devotion to something we cannot understand or define.

3.29.2025 – ruined game – they think guys …

ruined game – they think guys …
don’t know [expletive] about
[expletive] … well

“The guys, who don’t know (expletive) about (expletive), according to a lot of basketball people, they finish Sunday and then they have Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and they play Saturday,” Auriemma said. “But there’s a lot of people in the women’s basketball community that think they’re smarter than that. So whoever came up with this super regional stuff — and I know who they are — ruined the game.

Geno Auriemma, The University of Connecticut Women’s Basketball Coach commenting on the NCAA Women’s Tournament super regional schedule in a press conference on March 28, 2025.

In commenting on word play, I have not thought about how EXPLETIVE should figure into the count when composing a haiku.

I know I know I know, Haiku is more about what American kids learned in 3rd grade, a grouping of 5 -7 – 5 syllables …

But you can read my What Is … section for a discussion on that and what I do.

Bottom line, my blog, my rules so end around back to using expletive …

Does it count for 4 or for the 1 or maybe 2 or even 3 syllables of the expletive that was deleted.

As I mentally try to fill in the blanks, I am sure that I am coming with more and more coarse terms than Coach Auriemma used.

And counted expletive for 4.

As for use of language, Mr. Bill Veeck would say, if you want to limit your vocabulary to about seven words, use profanity.

However as Mr. Mark Twain said, there are so damn few words everyone understands.

Like the cook said, when Admiral Halsey called him out to thank him a great dinner, “Ah horseshit Admiral, You don’t have to say that”

3.28.2025 – like a tired man —

like a tired man —
wind tapped boldly answered —
entered then within

Adapted from The Wind — tapped like a tired Man by Emily Dickinson

The Wind — tapped like a tired Man —
And like a Host — ”Come in”
I boldly answered — entered then
My Residence within

A Rapid — footless Guest —
To offer whom a Chair
Were as impossible as hand
A Sofa to the Air —

No Bone had He to bind Him —
His Speech was like the Push
Of numerous Humming Birds at once
From a superior Bush —

His Countenance — a Billow —
His Fingers, as He passed
Let go a music — as of tunes
Blown tremulous in Glass —

He visited — still flitting —
Then like a timid Man
Again, He tapped — ’twas flurriedly —
And I became alone —

I am so tired.

A sofa to the air is just about right.

I have no bones to bind me and I let go music as blown in tremulous in glass.

Along in again all inside my head.

3.27.2025 – otherness of what

otherness of what
may have happened millions of
years ago come gone

Adapted from the quote of Geoffrey Rush where he says:

I’m just completely obsessed by the otherness of what’s out there. Everyone says one day they’ll suddenly go: “There’s been definite communication with beings or creatures or overdeveloped insects that went into a different direction. They’re making contact with us.” The magnitude of it all! But that may not even happen. It may have happened millions of years ago and come and gone.

In the article, ‘Geoffrey Rush on Pirates, Pinter and pugs: ‘Just be happy we evolved on this bit of rock’ by Catherine Shoard on March 27, 2025.

I’m just completely obsessed by the otherness of what’s out there.

Everyone says one day they’ll suddenly go: “There’s been definite communication with beings or creatures or overdeveloped insects that went into a different direction. They’re making contact with us.”

The magnitude of it all!

But that may not even happen.

It may have happened millions of years ago and come and gone.

As Mr. Fermi would ask, “Where are the von Neumann machines?”

Which pointed folks in the direction that if there WAS intelligent life in the universe, why had they not developed the type of machines predicted by John von Neumann and that those machines should have been here by now.

According to one website, “A Von Neumann Machine is defined as a computer system that follows the von Neumann architecture, characterized by a centralized control unit, primary memory for storing instructions and data, an arithmetic and logic unit for operations, and a register bank for storing intermediate results.”

In other word, they built, regenerated and sustained themselves, making them the perfect means of space travel.

Since they didn’t show, they hadn’t been built.

Since they hadn’t been built, there was no intelligent life.

Then again, perhaps as Mr. Rush puts it, it may have happened millions of years ago and come and gone.

Or maybe, the fact that they have been to Earth and leave us alone proves just how intelligent the life forms out there really are.

3.25.2025 – knowing that time stops

knowing that time stops
when heart stops walk off the earth
into the night air

Marching by Jim Harrison

At dawn I heard among birdcalls
the billions of marching feet in the churn
and squeak of gravel, even tiny feet
still wet from the mother’s amniotic fluid,
and very old halting feet, the feet
of the very light and very heavy, all marching
but not together, crisscrossing at every angle
with sincere attempts not to touch, not to bump
into each other, walking in the doors of houses
and out the back door forty years later, finally
knowing that time collapses on a single
plateau where they were all their lives,
knowing that time stops when the heart stops
as they walk off the earth into the night air.

As printed in Jim Harrison: The Complete Poems by Jim Harrison and Copper Canyon Press.

As it says in the preface – or epigram – or prologue or as it is labeled, Editor’s Note:

Poetry, at its best, is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.

Jim Harrison