Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Enough with the faux revulsion already

 Will the long, neurotic soak
 by our media in Trump phobia
 be able to accept the voters'
 mandate to desist from driv-
 ing them mad with pettiness,
 or will Americans remain dé-
 luged in faux revulsion with
 each passing drop of a leaf?

 Awakening today, to CNN's a-
 ghast revelation that little
 Donny Thump-Thump challenges
 his commercial property tax-
 es, who should not instantly
 have called in Claude Rains?
 Any moment now the Post will
 pick it up, and denounce his
 lawyers for doing their job.

Which comes first, in assessments
we can't believe in: the high, or
the habit? It should be enough to
be right about Trump. Just sayin'.


Tuesday, October 25, 2016

If the term, pitchers' duel, doesn't scare you

             we can talk 

             for the next week 
             or so, as late as
             the 2nd of Novem-
             ber we'll be giv-
             en our last games
             of baseball for a
             while - something
             we can watch with
             just about anyone

Controlled blaze

    I wouldn't call
    on Speaker Ryan
    to execute this.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Tom Hayden

       Stay with me they say
       as if so constant the
       shore and sea weren't
       illuminated otherwise

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Learning to survive the phony

       He never did impugn
       the perfection of a
       white T. One almost
       wishes he had tried.

       Something must have
       told our Brioni-was-
       ted snark, his very
       coterie would rebel.

       Shall we hazard the
       disclosure: they be-
       long with everyone,
       as much the white T?

       One rediscovers priv-
       ileged classlessness
       in the genius of the
       white T. Who'd quit?


Sampled fruit

The photographer who created
this unreasonably excellent
picture has presented it as
suggesting Sunday afternoon,
manner of Edward Hopper.

The dialogue between the mak-
ing and the depiction of vis-
ual art is present enough in
each of these artist's works,
to portray how familiarly we
associate with created image-
ry, as in this cottage space.

And his reference to another
artist is therefore clearly
one of consciousness as much
as of construction. In this
proposition, the photograph-
er raises the acts of poetry,
in which his dialogue with
the painter is consuming. 

We see it done in words more
often, as a scavenging assem-
blage of almost a parallel so-
ciety, implicit contributions
susceptible of such sampling. 

                         I have eaten
                         the plums
                         that were in
                         the icebox

                         and which
                         you were probably
                         for breakfast

                         Forgive me
                         they were delicious
                         so sweet
                         and so cold

William Carlos Williams
This is just to say

Ivan Terestchenko

American veteran
October 5, 2010

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Getting close

  I'm remembering a campaign
  in which energy received a
  word or two, but it wasn't
  until the President visit-
  ed Florida last week, that
  someone said, sea levels -

                   The cutting-room floor
                   is covered with bladder-wrack
                   the sea wind's film score.

Horse Latitudes
  90 Instant Messages
  to Tom Moore
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2006©

Friday, October 21, 2016

Suppose it were Friday cxviii: Just enough for clapping

The Crown is catching up. The Times reported yesterday that dead persons convicted of crimes invented by British sodomy statutes are to be pardoned. Not sure what this means for Maurice or the greatest operas in the English language, but here's hoping their discretion keeps a seat apart for Oscar Wilde.

E.M. Forster and
  Benjamin Britten

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Right ascending: Hillary Clinton in Las Vegas

Now one can anticipate enormous
animation in post mortems of last
night's debate in Las Vegas, as 
further revealing that unbridled
unfitness of Donald Trump for gov-
ernment in a free society. And no
denial of this need be considered.

But I think historians will turn
to Hillary Clinton's presentation
of herself, on that stage, as the
turning point, indeed the bridal
turning point, in her acceptance
of political responsibility. The
departure from her veiled past
may have been occasioned by the
imminence of her selection, and
it may have been enabled by the
staggering haplessness of her 
nemesis. But it was a shift of
momentous revelation, not forti-
fying so much as introducing a
credibility in relation to that
office, which is incontestable.

I have never heard so untram-
meled, uncribbed, uncrabbed a
defense of unconditional free-
dom of reproductive choice in
the many years since I read 
the words, Roe v. Wade in the
newspaper on the day of its
publication. Splendid it was.
Unexpected, unimagined clari-
ty, yielding no ground to the
prospect of working together
with extraneous authorities,
government only first among
them, to trifle with a right.

No professions of its rar-
ity, no confessions of its
temerity, no concession to
its disparity with dogma.
This was a right embodied.

Here was the unveiling, what
the Greeks call the anakalyp-
teria, of the female being as
human policy, and who could
not exult to see it done be-
fore that gender's foulest de-
tractor ever to be exposed to
light, his intimidations quar-
tering him on prime time TV.

And we have come too far
                      to have that turned back
                      now. And, indeed, he said
                      women should be punished,
                      that there should be some
                      form of punishment for wo-
                      men who obtain abortions.
                      And I could just not be
                      more opposed to that kind
                      of thinking.

This is the diction of a
person prepared to assume
office, not of someone ask-
ing to be given it. Possib-
ly, it is structured by im-
minence, but what lasts is
its resolution. Even deeper,
however, is the genius in
this argument, to turn the
intolerably widely tolerated
Trumpian complaint of dir-
tiness in womanhood, of mat-
ter out of place, as the po-
et and classicist Anne Car-
son has it, against the in-
vasions of retrograde con-
tempt for which he stands, 
in public and in private.
Nasty woman, his soliloquy
meant for the camera, is
engraved now on the escut-
cheon of Republicanism.

The long collusion in Hil-
lary Clinton's career, of
the public to conceal the
private, fell away on that
stage. Was it the power in
the right that brought such
candor to its claim, or the
freedom to declare it as de-
light in being born to it?

Anne Carson
Men in the Off Hours
  Dirt and Desire:
  Essay on the Phenomen-
  ology of Female Pollution
  in Antiquity
Random House, 2000©

Edgar Dégas
Self portrait as a
  young man

Saul Leiter