Wednesday, November 30, 2011

My 2 First Parodies



I think the first parody that ever occurred to me was the top one, a response to an album of Emily Dickinson poems that my mother purchased and played for us when we were in grades school. It was horrible . . . This woman with a sickly sweet voice, much like a female Mr. Rogers, recited Dickinson's poems. After listening to the record a few times, I turned to my sister and said, I think I want to throw up! Do you?

The second is a parody of Dickinson's "I'll tell you how the sun rose/ A ribbon at a time. The steeples swarm in amethyst, the news like squirrels ran./ The hills untied their bonnets . . ."
The parody came to mind when I was in high school- with my mother for one of her weekly visits to the beauty parlor. I remember thinking of the steeples of curlers in Aqua Net, the mouths ran and ran, their heads in bonnets . . .

Those were the days of sets, perms, and big hair.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Parodies again










I drew these for the Best American Poetry blog for the week I blogged with Nicole Santalucia. I posted them a bit ago, but I thought I would post them here again. I love parodies.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Eye to Eye

Today, the last day of Thanksgiving break, the last day my son
is home . . .
I wish he lived closer. I wish my daughter lived closer, too.

My son is a computer science graduate student, so I thought I would post an example of his work here:

eye to eye

This is a short animation that Jimmy
and friends made when they were at CMU.

from Borges and I

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Our Wonder World: The Noble Ideals of Americans


Then there is this quote from Robert F. Kennedy in 1968--when he was seeking the Democtratic presidential nomination.

"Our Gross National Product now is over 800 billion dollars a year. But that Gross National Product counts air pollution and cigarette advertising, and ambulances to clear our highways of carnage. It counts special locks for our doors and the jails for the people who break them. It counts the destruction of the redwood and the loss of our national wonder in chaotic sprawl. It counts napalm and counts nuclear warheads and armored cars for the police to fight the riots in our cities. It counts . . . the television programs which glorify violence in order to sell toys to our children. Yet the GNP does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriage, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials. It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country. It measures everything, in short, except that which makes life worthwhile. And it can tell us everything about America except why we are proud to be Americans."

From Justice, What's the Right Thing to Do? by Michael J. Sandel, p. 262

And I thought making money is/was the American ideal.
Times, I guess, they are a-changin'.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Where did the grasshoppers go?


Now that I am blogging about bugs, I have a question.

There used to be so many grasshoppers on the farm during the summer months. But now when I visit in the summer, I don't notice any. What happened? Is there a pesticide that wiped them out?

The Bug of the Night


When my daughter was in first grade, my mother sent her a bug shirt for her birthday. It was a huge shirt with all kinds of insects on it, and it quickly became her favorite sleep shirt. She liked to pick her favorite bug-of-the night before going to sleep from "Grandma's bug shirt."

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Narcissus Daffodil


Another flower that reminds me of my mother . . . She loved to tell the myth of Narcissus and Echo. The story of Echo always gave me the creeps, of a woman with no voice of her own, with no other wish than to love a man who was only interested in himself . . .

Monday, November 21, 2011

Jack-in-the-Pulpit


My mother, 94, has been very sick. We thought she might not be with us much longer last week, but she has rallied. Still, she says she is not sure she wants to hang around much longer.

An avid nature lover, hiker, gardener, she has spent so much of her life trying to educate anyone who will listen about the birds, flowers, trees, rocks, and more. Two weeks ago, when she walked slowly on her canes around the garden, she pointed out every tree, bird, bush and flower and asked me if I knew their names.

This drawing is of the Jack-in-the-Pulpit. As a girl, I always loved it when she pointed to Jack, the stalk under the hood of his pulpit.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Blog Trolls


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troll_(Internet)

This Wikipedia article is one of several articles on the Internet that does a good job of describing blog trolls. It seems there are more trolls on poetry blogs lately, just as there are more poetry sites on the Internet that have viruses, including the site famouspoetsandpoems.com.

The general advice, when dealing with trolls, is simply to delete them quickly. Do not respond. And definitely do not click on their links.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Full Stop Interview with Nika


My niece, Nika, a young and talented writer and reviewer, recently interviewed me for the literary blog Full Stop.

Anne Marie Slaughter: Diplomacy and Iran


The article is here

I was interested in the section of her article that compares nuclear development to a football game.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Anne Marie Slaughter: Peaceful Intervention in Syria




There are always so many conflicts going on, it's hard to wrap my mind around them all. Syria continues to baffle me, the courage of the people who protest despite the violence.


http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2011/11/how-the-world-can-peacefully-intervene-in-syria/248321/

Sex Education


My mother had a habit of comparing us girls to heifers, especially if it was a topic she didn't want to talk about. She liked to say she timed all of our births for spring, just as she did with the cows. Your father, she would add, was a good bull.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Eureka



No eureka moments yet . . .

This reminds me of a Dear Professor entry inspired by a physics student who didn't like the labs or experiments.

Dear Professor,

You keep running around the classroom,
monitoring our experiments
and checking our work,
hoping we'll get it . . .
Like maybe we'll have some kind of
eureka moment.
Do we look like Archimedes in the bathtub?

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Bathing in Your Brother's Bathwater


from Southern Comfort, "Bathing in Your Brother's Bathwater"

It wasn't just the bathwater this nun considered dangerous. It was also the towels men dried themselves on.

I was thinking about the role of religion in sex education because my daughter works for a Catholic aid organization, and she was telling me about the NGOs that are dedicated to global population and reproductive issues, NGOs like PSI, Population Services International, and DKT International, which were both started by Phil Harvey, a businessman who began a mail-order condom business and a sex toy industry. Profits from his business help fund his work with AIDS, reproductive heath, malaria, and more.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Parodies


I am posting parodies on the Best American Poetry Blog today -- as a finale for a week of guest blogging with Nicole Santalucia.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Bed Making Class


There is a photograph of a few girls and a teacher smoothing a bed with this caption in Wonder World, Volume VII.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Contagion


I am guest blogging on Best American Poetry's blog this week. This is one of the poems I featured there today. The poem reminds me of the film, Contagion, or what I have heard of it. I am not sure why anyone would want to watch a movie about the spread of deadly disease.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Writers' Fear



After posting the Juan Ramon post below, I had a few friends contact me and say they feared their manuscripts were the unloved ones . . . that they were Juan Ramon. I suppose we all fear that our manuscripts and books are unloved children, sent out into a cold and heartless world. Sigh.

Ham


When I think of ham, whether it's Green Eggs and Ham, or just any old ham, I think of how my mother paid for my eye surgeries with Christmas hams. And by letting the doctor use my eyes for his research. I was, she said, a good specimen.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

I Do Not Like It, Juan Ramon


What do you say when a dear friend and talented writer shows you his or her latest manuscript, and you aren't thrilled?

Friday, November 4, 2011

Questions about International Aid Work




This is an old photo, from El Salvador.
I am still trying to understand how aid works, how it works well and not so well, and why. I am still thinking about the article in the entry below . . .

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Food for Peace



As many of you know, Suzanne is in Kenya, working in development. I learn a lot from her, as you might imagine.

Although it is not the major focus of her work, I often ask her about the famine. One of the major issues that confronts relief organizations is how food aid does and does not work well. There is a great article about it which Suzanne pointed out to me . . . I will quote from it and then link it below.

"America’s biggest food aid program sits in the farm bill because the program was originally designed as a way to get rid of surplus agricultural products to keep prices high. But seeing food aid through the lens of domestic agricultural means there has never been serious consideration of how to make food aid more effective."

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/11/01/how-to-feed-the-hungry-faster/?ref=opinion

Remembering American History


I hated history class when I was in grade school. The history books were so boring . . .

When I was in 3rd grade, our teacher left suddenly, and we were given a substitute. Poor lady. No one did any work for her. I would draw pictures of what she called "our American heroes" instead of doing reports. I think I informed her that this was an option allowed by our REAL teacher.

I remember drawing a picture of Paul Revere. I drew a little boy and wrote underneath: Paul Revere before his midnight ride. And then I added--he didn't even own a horse yet.

My father said my Paul Revere should at least wear a hat and long hair. I wasn't sure if he had a hat yet, or a ponytail, but just in case, I drew two pictures, one with the hat and a ponytail, one without.

Years later, when I think of Paul Revere, I think mostly about that weird hat.

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