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Tuesday, April 26, 2022
CHARLEY PLYMELL, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ~
CHARLES PLYMELL
! H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y !
Poet
Publisher
Printer
Native
Born April 26, 1935
Holcomb, Kansas
"The only way to stay out
of trouble is to grow old"
Orson Welles
The Lady From Shanghai
photograph by Mark Reinertson
Charley sent it to me last weekend
Monday, April 25, 2022
RUSSIA ~ UKRAINE ~
"Don't think yourselves better because you burn up
friends and enemies with long range missiles
without ever seeing what you have done."
THOMAS MERTON
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It is unconscionable that while Ukrainians are being slaughtered, NATO members still send hundreds of millions of euros every day to Mr. Putin’s coffers to buy oil and gas. Political leaders who oppose a total halt to transfers to Russia are complicit in Mr. Putin’s war crimes. They are indirectly paying the wages of those who committed atrocities in Bucha. Ending all imports of Russian oil and gas would come at a significant price, but it would be small compared to the continued destruction in Ukraine. Here too, Finland is moving in the right direction, promising to end the country’s reliance on Russian energy imports in a matter of “weeks or months.”
RENE CHAR
The Resourceful Bulrush
I hear rain even when it's not the rain,
Just nightfall;
I rejoice in dawn even when it's not the dawn,
But my own white pulp stirring among the mud.
A child's mouth ruffles me with its teeth.
Love of the silent waters!
The hawthorn has the nightingale.
I have the spells that bind.
__________________________
Rene Char
The Inventors
translated by Mark Hutchinson
Seagull Books, 2015
Sunday, April 24, 2022
Saturday, April 23, 2022
Friday, April 22, 2022
Thursday, April 21, 2022
MURIEL RUKEYSER ~
Poem
I lived in the first century of world wars.
Most mornings I would be more or less insane,
The newspapers would arrive with their careless stories,
The news would pour out of various devices
Interrupted by attempts to see products to the unseen.
I could call my friends on their devices;
They would be more or less made for similar reasons.
Slowly I would get to pen and paper,
Make my poems for others unseen and unborn.
In the day I would be reminded of those men and women
Brave, setting up signals across vast distances,
Considering a nameless way of living, of almost unimagined values.
As the lights darkened, as the lights of night brightened,
We would try to imagine them, try to find each other.
To construct peace, to make love, to reconcile
Waking with sleeping, ourselves with each other,
Ourselves with ourselves. We would try by any means
To reach the limits of ourselves, to reach beyond ourselves,
To let go the means, to wake.
I lived in the first century of these wars.
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Muriel Rukeyser
The Essential Muriel Rukeyser
Ecco 2021
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
BRIAN DOYLE ~
Joey
A while ago I got sick.
It was a thorough and major sick.
Lost use of the old hands and feet,
Which was, as you can imagine, weird.
My kids called the sickness The Thing.
The Thing went on for months and months.
I could tell you lots of stories about The Thing,
But there's only one story that I want to tell you:
Every morning my son got up early to help me
Put my socks on. I would sit on the back stairs
In the dark and he would wrestle my socks on
And neither of us would say any words and I
Still can't think of anything cooler than that.
I have racked my brains and considered
All the possibilities of love and I still
Return to that boy and those socks.
No matter what happens to me,
That happened to me.
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Brian Doyle
One Long River of Song
Little, Brown, 2019
photo: Brian Doyle & his family, 2017











