tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post7009110357686412802..comments2024-03-27T07:30:21.457-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: [Our sociopath]Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-89631531753714599862019-08-08T09:53:53.952-04:002019-08-08T09:53:53.952-04:00speaking of government lakes
https://www.janeyole...speaking of government lakes<br /><br />https://www.janeyolen.com/letting-swift-river-go/<br /><br />speaking of poets one hasn't met yet - <br /><br /><b>Bear River author Shalan Joudry's <i>Generations Re-merging</i> is a collection of poems exploring cultural issues encountered by Mi'qmaq women in a modern context.</b><br /><br />Mourning song<br /><br />i arrived empty-handed<br />at the door of my brethren<br />having failed the foresight of service<br />offering then only the peaceful nature<br />of ordinary things<br />like sadness<br /><br />i imagined feeling pitied<br />standing there looking in<br />elephantly out of place<br />and yet i held my space<br />there among my sisters<br />i sat stiff and hip-joined<br />merging with their mourning songs<br />that precede death<br /><br />i obey this kind of power<br />not because they are wise<br />but because they are holy<br /><br />when it was my turn to lead<br />my voice faltered<br />abandoned me<br />so that there were only the drums<br />singing<br />for a whole verse<br />we let the beats resound in the room<br />the vacancy of chant like a failing body<br />the song beating against the walls<br />of such a structured place<br />wanting free<br />like spirit<br />on its way out<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b></b>mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-2648220672690247922019-08-08T09:35:36.849-04:002019-08-08T09:35:36.849-04:00since tate blurbed berman the "government lak...since tate blurbed berman the "government lake" link seems likely<br /><br />when i thought of a government lake my own association was to quabbin reservoir, memorialized in jane yolen's <i>letting swift river go</i><br /><br />http://prism.scholarslab.org/prisms/5b0cc47c-9e90-11e5-a4f6-005056b3784e/visualize?locale=en<br /><br />berman's "no one deserves to be called what's-his-face" reminded me of a time 30 years ago i encountered in a professional context the long-time boyfriend of a young woman i was attracted to - we both were aware of our potential rivalry - i had hoped he was a jerk - in practice he was not a jerk<br /><br />i could not separate her from him, despite quoting paracelsus to her - i had read it in something by erich fromm - about how some things ripen early in the year, like strawberries, and others much later, like grapes - there was a considerable gap in our ages<br /><br />just as well - she married him, later divorced him, later married someone else - she and her second husband were registered as owners of a corporation in their state with a name extremely similar to an energy extractive corporation operating in other states - i hypothesized they had done this with the goal of selling the name to the real firm if it wanted to set up operations in their state - i thought this clever but slightly underhanded - but hey, this is the future - you got to live it, or live with it, or get out of the way <br /><br />and speaking of the future, and the past - in preparation for my hoped-for return to the old country i have only visited, not lived in, i was looking for relevant documents among my late father's stuff, and came across my grandmother's high school diploma - from a school in the u.s. - her given name there had an "e" at the end i had never seen before - at that time, a century ago, in many ways boston was the de facto economic and cultural capital of the maritime provinces<br /><br />missus charley has not yet unequivocally endorsed my vision of our future in this new location - she repeatedly urges me not to overidealize this foreign country - i am keeping my feet on the ground by reading about the complexities of obtaining various visa statuses, permanent residency, permission to work, required days to be spent in-country, how a person cannot leave the country while an application is being processed [say this word with a long "oh" - although privacy is pronounced there as we do it here]<br /><br />and speaking of our sociopathic overlords - i described a 2010 experience of mine at<br /><br />https://www.blckdgrd.com/2014/07/eight-for-fourth.html?showComment=1404498415434#c1948557542929502841<br /><br />i sent this text to my north-of-the-border cousins recently, and one replied "how clairvoyant and honest you were in the piece you wrote so many years ago" - nice words, but overstated, of course - it is not clairvoyance to see what is rubbed into your face<br /><br />may the creative forces of the universe smile in the general direction of the continent of north america and all its present inhabitants, no matter their race, creed, color, national origin, mother tongue, socioeconomic status, gender identification and preference, if any, and even their degree of wokenessmistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-50816408716518443532019-08-08T07:44:12.132-04:002019-08-08T07:44:12.132-04:00Our sociopath
overlords weigh my every
neigh varia...Our sociopath<br />overlords weigh my every<br />neigh variable<br />algorithms bot<br />universal ping for fart<br />this poem dispensed hence<br />BDRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06557941385560728052noreply@blogger.com