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As he pleased

In an argument with Vera Brittain (whose Testament of Youth is the best account of WWI by a woman who was in it), Orwell writes:

"Why is it worse to kill civilians than soldiers? Obviously one must not kill children if it is in any way avoidable, but it is only in propaganda pamphlets that every bomb drops on a school or an orphanage. A bomb kills a cross-section of the population; but not quite a representative selection, because the children and expectant mothers are usually the first to be evacuated, and some of the young men will be away in the army. Probably a disproportionately large number of bomb victims will be middle-aged. On the other hand, 'normal' or 'legitimate' warfare picks out and slaughters all the healthiest and bravest of the young male population....


"Perhaps when the next great war comes we may see that sight unprecedented in all history, a jingo with a bullet hole in him. The immunity of the civilian, one of the things that have made war possible, has been shattered. ... I can't feel that war is 'humanized' by being confined to the slaughter of the young and becomes 'barbarous' when the old get killed as well."

from As I Please 25, his column in the British left-wing Tribune, 19 May 1944

I have nothing to add except—. No, I have nothing to add.

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My day

I knew I would hate myself if I didn't go to class, so I got on my bike & went to the dojo. Michelle looked at me & said, You look like you could use a hug. My day got better from that moment. All the sad-mean news of the week kind of washed away. A little.

Class was fun: Kaicho divided us into 3 groups of 7 to do synchronized kata. He told our group to do something unique, so we faced different directions—& didn't kick each other. I couldn't not laugh, though that's a no-no in karate: we're supposed to keep a straight face no matter what. Saw some folks I like who hadn't been around for a while.

I'm listening (streamed from the NY Public Library) to a terrific album called A Whiter Shade of Blue: White Country Blues 1926-38: think Jimmie Rodgers.


I finally made an appointment for an eye exam.

Johnny's on his way here to read Chaucer.

The weather is lovely, far more a perfect June day than the crawly heat we usually get in July.

And I got another hug from Michelle after class.

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Summer pleasure

Today, I was told, was supposed to be the best day of the year, with the most energy & insight.

What I got was an invasion of waterbugs & 3 rush deadlines.

Maybe tonight will bring amazement.
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Helping Eileen

I sat in her truck double-parked.
Drivers cursed.
She carried down stuff for a week
in Provincetown.

We drove around the block.

Then she carried it all back up
and stayed home.

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I am an ignorant American

My friend Mercè is visiting for a few weeks from Barcelona. Her first language is Catalan, and she is fluent in Spanish, French, Italian and English. I believe she can get around in a few more. She translates American thrillers into Spanish & is also a simultaneous translator.

She said simultaneous translating demands such complete concentration that Read More 
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YAI! YAI!

So happy that many of our YAI students participated in the interdojo karate tournament. They love being part of Seido, & I'm always cheered (& relieved) that they are welcomed so warmly. I worry that the regular students—many of whom have physical and mental issues of their own, I know—don't appreciate how hard these guys struggle to learn, retain & practice their material. They have class at best 2 times a week, which is tough enough. That plus all the challenges they face daily, such as just getting around. By far the most rewarding thing I do is spend an hour a week with them as an assistant teacher in the karate program at YAI.

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Moral equivalency

I have been seeing outraged & detailed posts by friends about the (terrible!) murder of a Palestinian teenager—but not a word about the (equally terrible!) murders of 3 Israeli teens.

Why is that? Are they aware that 2 of the 3 people who murdered Muhammad Abu Khdeir are mentally ill? that those men were arrested & indicted? that they were quickly & loudly condemned by most Israelis?

Do they know that many Palestinians celebrated the abductions & deaths of Gilad Shaar, Eyal Yifrach, and Naftali Frenkel, that there has apparently been no investigation & no one has been arrested, that Palestinian radio stations played songs gloating about the kidnappings and calling for more, that the mother of one of the prime suspects said that if her son committed the crime, she would be “proud of him”?


Is there something I'm missing here? Or is it the double standard it looks like? Are they defending murder because they criticize occupation? Are they suggesting (or saying) that it is OK to kill some children because they disapprove of their parents? When they posted especially gory details that are, they said, not being revealed in the press, I wonder how, then, do they know these details? Is it simply that they are willing to believe any violent or vicious act by a Jew? Can they just not bring themselves to be furious about Jews getting killed?

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Moral equity

I may not own my apartment or the building it's in, but having lived there for 37+ years gives me moral equity. It's my home. It belongs to me emotionally, physically, atmospherically—just not legally.

I say this thinking about how my neighborhood, the East Village, has been eaten up by real estate interests, driving out poor and working and middle-class people. Many of my friends are harassed by their landlords, who would love to "renovate" their apartments then lease them for 3x or 4x as much rent. How can that be right?

 

Those of us who have lived here since the '60, '70s & early '80s can tell you that there were a lot of scary blocks and buildings. We came here to be poets, musicians, artists, and paying a hundred bucks for a place to live meant we had time to devote to our art & not just make the rent. We were also, inadvertently, the cutting edge of gentrification.


We should get to stay in our homes.

That said, my landlord is great & not trying to get us out at all. He's carried almost every tenant, often for months, without once trying to evict anyone.

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Unsleeping couple

I also like to look at pictures of Johnny & me.
Here we are, right now.
Not here, in Brooklyn.
Not right now, a week ago.
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Sleeping cat

I just think it's a good idea to look at Buster a lot.
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Cauliflower Heads

"She was happiest in Umbria and the spookier parts of Tuscany, where you felt the romance these people craved was not the romance of love but the romance of poisoning each other with undectable toxins."

This sentence by Francine Prose makes me feel that if I'd written it, I could eat bonbons for the rest of my life.

I bet she doesn't feel that way at all.  Read More 
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Church going

If you're a synagogue- or church-goer, you have something in common with others who are observant, never mind the specific religion. Because I like to go to shul, I like to go to church. Yesterday it was the East Village's Middle Collegiate Church, which is right around the corner. Wow, that was some dynamic preaching! And some singing! Did they all come down from the Metropolitan Opera &/or Broadway to hit the hymns?  Read More 
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Shakespeare in the Park-

(pause) -ing Lot
(That's how I was told to say it: Shakespeare in the Park      ing Lot.)

Our oldest grandchild, Celeste, is an intern for them this summer; her ambition is to be a stage manager.

So we went to see Twelfth Night. Sadly, the DOT is selling the lot so this is their last season here. It's fun to see a theater work with almost nothing, strictly for love—amateur in the best sense.

After, we got interviewed for Japanese television, because Johnny was wearing a t-shirt with Shakespeare's picture & the legend "Will Power." He said we've been coming for 20 years. Free, outdoors, New York event: what's not to like?

We saw every play by Shakespeare at the Public from 1987-97 (by buying the whole package in advance). Joe Papp promised to kiss everyone at the last production but sadly, he died in 1991. We saw Al Pacino, F. Murray Abraham, Anne Meara, Cynthia Nixon, Milo O'Shea, Kevin Kline, Jerry Stiller, Christopher Walken, Mandy Patinkin, Christopher Reeve, Alfre Woodard, Joan Cusack, Gregory Hines, Michelle Pfeiffer, Raul Julia, Morgan Freeman, Helen Hunt, Denzel Washington, Andre Braugher, Bill Irwin, Patrick Stewart, Jeffrey Wright, Vanessa Redgrave and more in the complete Marathon. Yeah, wow.

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Homesick

When I see pictures of South Dakota roads, I feel such longing.

Local buildings, trees, wildlife don't do it for me. Not even the house I grew up in.

It seems relatively easy to take competent photos of dramatic places. We're all Ansel Adams, our eye trained to take a good nature photo.

Is this scene appealing if you don't already love the prairie?

Is this scene beautiful to those who don't know what the air smells like in Minnehaha County? who don't know what's beyond the horizon? Read More 
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Chaucer

Very excited to start our new read-aloud long poem: The Canterbury Tales. Johnny has resisted because I want to read it in Middle English and he prefers modern English. We finally figured out a compromise: his turn, it's the Neville Coghill translation, while I'm stumbling through the original. In a day or 2, I'll be sailing along; Middle English is English.

 

A Canterbury Tale is a great film, though nothing to do with Chaucer.

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Kara Walker's Subtlety

One wouldn't think something made of 80 tons of sugar could get anywhere near the word subtlety, & I would never have come up with that description on my own. A subtlety, I learned, is a sugar sculpture, created in the olden days for special occasions and the tables of the wealthy.

Kara Walker's majestic subtlety is a Brancusi sphinx that is 75.5' long, 35.5' high & 26' wide, displayed (through July 6) at the old Domino sugar factory in Brooklyn, which was in use from 1882 through 2004. Her installation is subtitled: "A Subtlety or the Marvelous Sugar Baby an Homage to the unpaid and overworked Artisans who have refined  Read More 
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The Pig War II

I liked both of these pictures but can't figure out how to use both in one blog post, so this is a gratuitous addition.

The Pig War is big news on the West Coast, I suppose. In fact, there's a San Juan Island National Historic Park, and Hopworks Urban Brewery in Portland makes a beer called Pig War White IPA that it describes this way: "Our White IPA uses Hard Red Spring Wheat grown on our San Juan Island farm exclusively for Hopworks. This specialty grain imparts a rich, biscuity malt character and signature wheat beer haze. Northwest hops add layers of fruity, floral flavor and crisp bitterness. A truly refreshing twist on a tried and true favorite."  Read More 
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The Pig War

The 1859 Pig War was between the United States and the British Empire over the boundary between the two in the Northwest, specifically at the 49th parallel in the San Juan Islands, which lie between Vancouver Island and the North American mainland. It was set off when an American settler shot and killed a British pig he caught in his garden. When British authorities threatened to arrest the assassin and evict his countrymen, they ran to George (Pickett's Charge) Pickett.

Both sides eventually agreed to joint occupation. Today the Union Jack still flies above the British Camp and is raised and lowered daily by park rangers—making it one of the very few places without diplomatic status where  Read More 
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Brotherly love

I was thinking about the Dixon Brothers and the Blue Sky Boys, which led me to think about the many sibling acts throughout popular music, particularly (I think) in country music. A quick look on my iTunes turns up the Louvin, Stanley, Neville, Mills (yuk), Delmore, Isley (Shout!), Allman, and Everly brothers (et al!), plus the Peasall and Secret Sisters (who in fact are sisters). There’s also the Carter sisters, the Carter brothers & the Carter family; Brian, Dennis & Carl Wilson: the Beach Boys; and the McGarrigles (+ various Wainwrights), who might be the best of them all. Man, I just love families making music together. Something about those close harmonies.

The Myers Sisters have a funny little song called “Little Red Rooster,” on a compilation called The Art of Field Recording. I’d had the idea that that was all there was to them, but I just found out they were 3 or 4 elderly sisters from North Carolina/Georgia who put out at least one album: Music from Apple Pie Ridge (which I just bought). Their harmonies are so close that they sometimes sound out of tune.


I don’t have their records but: Brian Wilson’s daughters Carnie & Wendy of Wilson Phillips, the WWII-era Andrews sisters and the ones who were on Lawrence Welk—the Lennons. The Carpenters, Osmonds, Jackson 5. And OK, the Von Trapps.

Lots of bands call themselves “brothers” but are they? Not the Blues, Flying Burrito, Howlin’, Righteous, or Doobie Brothers. Twisted Sister? (I met Dee Snyder at the Sturgis Motorcycle rally a few years ago; without the hair, I had no idea who it was.)

I read that when the Bolick brothers came to a recording studio for an audition they heard the Dixon brothers & were so freaked by their intensity that they ran away. However, they went on to do OK as the Blue Sky Boys (& were a big influence on the Everly Brothers, who in turn were a big part of early pop music), so who knows.

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The man I don't love

He is wearing sandals.
He is wearing white jeans.
He is wearing rolled-up white jeans.
He has expensive sunglasses.
He is blond.
His hair is in a bun.

If he'd had a fanny pack, I might have hit him.
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Fireworks!

Fireworks are like birthdays. You grab ‘em as they go by or you don’t, and if you miss them, that’s it, the carousel doesn’t wallop you around again anytime soon. Look up! Look up, they’re bright, surprising, free, and like my niece said when she was 3, about pink, they “mean nothing.” They mean nothing the way cumulous clouds, or a poem in a bus, or spaghetti with oil and garlic mean nothing—or everything. Hating birthdays is like hating fireworks is like hating all the little joys that give life beauty & mystery.

Fireworks were invented in China, no later than the 7th century, and China is still the largest manufacturer and exporter in the world. They use noise, light, smoke and floating materials (such as confetti) to get effects. They may burn with flames and sparks of many colors.

Philip Butler, who married into the Grucci family, said in the National Geographic that after 30 years in the business the closest he can come to explaining the human attraction to fireworks is that  Read More 
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International day

Aya brought me green tea KitKat from Japan, I bought a loaf of "rustic" olive bread at Eataly, & I had lunch with Liz at a Persian café, where I had a beet burger. What might the afternoon and evening hold?

Update: Cassandra & I went to the Ukrainian Museum, around the corner on 6th Street, where I saw fipple flutes, a bandura and heckling combs, plus an exhibit on Taras Shevchenko, their national poet, artist & prophet.  Read More 
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World War I centenary

No discussion of WWI is complete without noting that it was a war fought by all strata of society, including the educated and rich. One reason many of us still feel so connected to this war is that we have so much eloquent writing by participants, including one of the greatest novels of the 20th century, Ford Madox Ford's tetralogy Parade's End.

So many artists died or served: French sculptor Henri Gaudier-Brzeska, English poet Wilfred Owen ("Dulce et Decorum Est"), Hemingway, Vera Brittain (Testament of Youth), Robert Graves (Goodbye to All That), JRR Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, A. A. Milne, Somerset Maugham, Ralph Vaughan Williams, Gustav Holst, Henry Moore, Wyndham Lewis, E. M. Forster, Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, Edmund Wilson, John Dos Passos, e. e. cummings, South Dakota painter Harvey Dunn, Georges Braque, Fernand Leger, Jean Cocteau, Otto Dix, Max Ernst, Paul Klee, Walter Gropius. The list is impossibly long.

Apollinaire (who was trepanned;  Read More 
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In his head

Many years ago, I was on a long subway ride, in a not-crowded car. I was writing in my notebook and could feel that the guy standing in front of me was directing attention my way. Being a young poet, I assumed he was trying to read what I was writing, and I hostilely  Read More 
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James Polk

Up until this morning, all I knew was that he was a 19th-century president, the 11th, in fact. Now I know all sorts of scintillating tidbits:
* NC-born, TN-raised James Knox Polk was elected to the U.S. Congress at 29, where he served for 14 years, including two terms as Speaker of the House.
* He was the Democrats' dark horse candidate in 1844, when more well-known candidates Martin Van Buren, John C. Calhoun, Lewis Cass, James Buchanan and Thomas Hart Benton couldn't muster enough support. He beat out the Whig candidate Henry Clay by promising to encourage westward expansion. He favored Texas statehood and the acquisition of the Oregon Territory. "Although critics expressed concern that aggressive expansionism might lead to a war with Great Britain or Mexico and might destroy the tenuous balance between free states and slave states, a majority of Americans accepted Polk’s vision of a continental nation" (from the website of the James Polk Home & Museum).

* During his single term (a campaign pledge), 1845-49, Texas became the 28th state, America annexed the Oregon Territory (Fifty-four Forty or Fight!), the Mexican-American war resulted in Mexico ceding New Mexico and California, and an independent Federal Treasury was established.
* He believed that the greatest threat to republican government was the growing power of money and of a "moneyed aristocracy." In a speech in the House, Polk warned Americans against what he called the "despotism of money," and predicted that if not checked, the power of money would soon "control your election of President, of your Senators, and of your Representatives."
* His wife, Sarah, is credited with starting the use of “Hail to the Chief” as the presidential anthem. She outlived her husband by 42 years, making her the longest widowed first lady in American history.

He is consistently ranked very high in polls of presidential greatness. In his own day, he was vilified by Lincoln and Grant, which unsurprisingly made him unpopular for generations. Harry Truman said Polk "exercised the powers of the Presidency ... as they should be exercised"; he knew "exactly what he wanted to do in a specified period of time and did it, and when he got through with it he went home." He died of cholera three months after leaving office.

Update: My friend Barbara emailed me that this post resonated with her, especially the Truman quote about Polk's using his presidential powers well. "Growing up in a military family, I heard how awful Truman was, especially because of his firing MacArthur. It took E. T. Crowson, my American history prof in college, to disabuse me of that notion. He said Truman 'saved the office of the presidency' in letting MacArthur go. So, Truman's admiration for Polk made sense."

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The New Museum

Sheesh, it's 3 blocks away but we only went there for the first time today. (Insert obligatory apologia about New York's embarrassment of cultural riches.)

Roof first (always!): cool view: no chairs or I might have stayed up there all day.

We saw:
* Ragnar Kjartansson's Me, My Mother, My Father, and I. His mother spits at him in a video & a bunch of kids lay around on mattresses playing kumbaya guitar
* Camille Henrot, The Restless Earth. Flowers! And complicated videos.
* A secret installation in the back stairs by David Horvitz, bells + he melts & re-blows seaglass.
* Roberto Cuoghi's ancient Assyrian lament (composed by him and played on handmade instruments), called Šuillakku Corral Read More 
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Romona Youngquist

Johnny's off to MoMa, while I'm drinking in Romona Youngquist. She's an Oregon-based artist who probably isn't as popular as she should be, at least not in the high-art world. That might well change, though. Weren't Chandler and Hammett, for example, (considered) hacks until they became (considered) great? It's certainly true that in the 1860s, the French Classicist painter and sculptor Ernest Meissonier outranked and outsold the likes of Manet, Monet and half a dozen other artists whose names we know far better now than  Read More 
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Forever 21

Derek & me, 2000
My heartthrob Derek Jeter turns 40 today. People you don't actually know don't need to actually age.

My friend Pat reminded me that I'd have to pick a new favorite Yankee after this season. She's decided on Jacoby Ellsbury, "sticking with the 2s and the youthful cuteness."

I had better get through the 5 stages first: disbelief, resentment, self-pity, lust, Mark Teixiera. Or maybe—  Read More 
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Love

A friend was recently in Wales, which reminded me to look at the wedding shelf above our kitchen table. My Auntie May (1902-92) gave us the Welsh love spoon on the left, & someone else gave us the less ornate one. Grapes and leaves mean "love will grow."

Traditionally, the love spoon was made from a single piece of wood by a young man to show both his intentions and his practical skills. The earliest surviving example is from the late 17th century, although they are probably much older. That one can be seen at St Fagans, an open-air museum of Welsh life (Urdd Gobaith Cymru) in Cardiff. It might be my favorite museum in the world.

I don't know why people go to England and Scotland but not Wales. I don't know why people go to the Rockies but not the Black Hills.  Read More 
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Vote early, vote often II

I suppose I should have been suspicious when I got a ton of email about Charles Rangel but no robo-calls, flyers or email about Carolyn Maloney or Jerry Nadler (they gerrymandered him away from us but he's still ours!). Turns out there are primaries today in only 10 of New York’s 27 congressional districts. I don't get it. What if I wanted to write in Donald Duck? Is democracy dead?

And speaking of gerrymandering, my favorite U.S. history quote comes from Elbridge Gerry. The Constitutional Convention was discussing whether to maintain a permanent militia. He said, A standing army is like an erect member*: an excellent assurance of domestic tranquility, but a dangerous temptation to foreign adventure.
* I have heard it as "penis," but I think he was more subtle.

I'll probably write in Nadler when it comes time to vote for Maloney.

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