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Comey talks Russia with senators in closed-door briefing
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Trump pivots to economic message in Boeing visit
Clinton’s staffers are keeping up the fight
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Cruz to Trump: Name John Bolton as national security adviser
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Trump wants a ‘wall’. Border experts want a fence
Jeff Sessions’ team takes over Washington
Under fire, Trump returns to the campaign
Priebus denies collusion between Trump campaign and Russian officials
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from CNN headlines 2/10/17
In the sky she floats,
flooding the shadowed earth
with clear silver light. (Sappho)
Herself to her a Music
as bumble-bee of June. (Dickenson)
That music of my nature,
day and night with dream
and thought and feeling interwound (Browning)
among the litter of a sunless afternoon
having eaten without tasting
talked without communion. (Loy)
Love comes in waves like the ocean,
a sickness which goes on
& on, a hollow cave. (Attwood)
- The Poems of Sappho
- The Poems of Emily Dickenson
- The Soul’s Expression by Elisabeth Barrett Browning
- Human Cylinders by Mina Loy
- Postcards by Margaret Attwood
Wake up you sleep shop heads. Wake now sleep stop.
Make with morning songs sung second to none.
Get up. Get up. Good god, get up a ton.
Stick socks and shoes on feet–sans the holdup.
Last warning. No snoozing here. Coffee’s up.
Don’t zizz on like hell on a hot dog bun
–a blanket sausage/pillowed concoction.
God bless everyone but get the hell up.
Window look, out, toward the sun. Rub your eyes
or whatever you do in the morning.
Sun’s an early riser so so must you
blow a so long kiss to your slumber selves.
And then stretch–sing like a sun a-shinin’.
Suns do sing, sleepsters. And, oh, don’t argue.
God, I did try again to transcend culture
this Thanksgiving–-by not doing it. I knew
it would be difficult with all the fare
FROM FRIENDS, FAMILY,
and well-wishers. Yet, I did intend to amend
myself by not remaining so controlled by
irrational programming of surroundings
AND MY UPBRINGING.
So by throwing out ritual and parade,
I’d have done it. Yes, I know, I KNOW, culture
functions as a foundation for clustering
based on our customized characteristics
–-our false instincts that distinguish us from them
and rests on dissimilarities seen in
OTHER PEOPLE WITH
their cultural characteristics. In our
world, the question has been colliding cultures,
which tend to be more the source of conflict than
Our cultural discrepancies often tend
to be nuanced at best, yet can still end in
disaster. Indeed, Lord, holidays seem to
BE THE BEST OF TIMES
to disallow the shards of Western cultured
dependence. I wanted to deny its grief
this Thanksgiving-–a small but first step–-by not
EATING THE PRESCRIBED
holiday foods, which should have been transcendence
enough for one year, yet it didn’t happen.
And though I have surrounded myself with ritual
humanity so, I did try transcending
Thanksgiving. But you know there’s pumpkin pie?
Still, I tried to better myself. So let me try
AGAIN ON CHRISTMAS.
Wild Songs: Joy Love and Loss by Sam McMichael
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
In Oklahoma, more often than in any other place, everything is a symbol; can’t help be anything but–milkweed, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, wild geese, sky, chickens, coyotes, cows, iambic pentameter, sonnets, pronouns, (even Dylan Thomas here) Fort Cob to Anadarko, Binger to Cache, Albert Camus, yep, monarch butterflies, too. Whether it grows here, flies in, or stumbles in, it is something. Sam puts it this way, “Of course you must use the unrelenting wind and the heat and the cold, the dust storms, the blue northers, the tornadoes…and do it in the rhythm and inflection that Bob Dylan picked up from Woody Guthrie and exaggerated.” In Wild Songs: Love Joy and Loss, Sam reminds us of all that.
Over the years, I have heard Sam McMichael’s poems in venues around Oklahoma and wondered if ever a book was in the works. If prayers are ever answered in Oklahoma, that one has been.
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A person should never stop trying to be: Marilyn Monroe, Madonna, Barbra Streisand, Liza Minnelli, Donna Summer, Joan Rivers, Diana Ross, Lucille Ball, Celia Cruz, Tina Turner, Mae West, Cher, Grace Jones, Marlene Dietrich, Bette Midler, Carmen Miranda, Angelina Jolie, Andy Warhol, Austin Powers, Johnny Depp, Elton John, Michael Jackson, Justin Timberlake, Ozzy Osbourne, or Boy George–those people we see as Drag Queens. Until Ezra Pound in the 21st century makes the list, please, stop telling me how fabulous he is. (or Robert Frost for that matter)
We should never speak
too big till there’s a drag queen
out there being us.
- That one last pair of clean socks before the judgment day.
- One last chewy center Gobstopper on one of Jupiter’s moons.
- A hypodermic needle full of pilgrims heading for America.
If I were just one those three,
I’d be a sunshine world all over the place.
I’d lay my troubles down like an Al Green song stuck
in permanent jukebox play.
I would be an
onion peel, a sink stopper,
a can opener.
Yes, except that only I would be
an onion peel, a sink stopper, a can opener,
a sunshine world all over the place
listening to Al Green
as one of the three items mentioned earlier:
- a clean pair of socks before judgment
- a Gobstopper on a Jupiter moon
- or a hypodermic needle full of pilgrims
heading to America.
One of those.
My favorite of the three is Visuwords™ online graphical dictionary — “Look up words to find their meanings and associations with other words and concepts. Produce diagrams reminiscent of a neural net. Learn how words associate.”
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These two also do the trick and are simpler with less visual flare:
Word Association Lookup — “The project «Word Associations Network» gives you an opportunity to lookup associations with a given word. Word associations arise in the human’s mind when reading or saying a word, or just thinking about the word. In order to retrieve the list of associations to a word, just type in the word in the search panel and press <Enter> key or “Search” button.”
wordassociation.org — “began as an experiment by simon holliday at nameless, and has now become the…
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