|(Blake’s Ancient of Days)|
Sorry I haven’t posted any new poetry in a few weeks. Work-weary. This story about William Blake is appropriate:
“Blake never lost his link with the common people, or the men who work with their hands; and however high the flights of his imagination, he remained, all his life, a humble engraver working for his bread, with the skill of his hands. It is recorded that, when no money remained to pay their simple household expenses, Mrs. Blake used to set an empty plate before her husband at dinner-time and that he would then turn (with the remark ‘Damn the money!’) from his prophecies and visions of other worlds, and take up his graver to work on some humble task.”
–from an essay by Kathleen Raine
Tebowing–the act of bowing on one knee, fist on forehead, to thank or beg God for some victory over the opponent.
Kapernicking–the act of kissing one’s own bicep, in praise of one’s God-given skills.
Armstronging–the act of cheating and lying one’s way to the top.
Te’oing–definition still to be determined.
So–here’s the series of events as I see it. I posted a poem on January 10, 2013, one inspired by an essay by Wendell Berry. On January 11, 2013, just one day after my post, Mr. Berry spoke at a Baptist college conference and came out in favor of fair treatment of gays, including the right of gays to marry. Soon after the report of Mr. Berry’s speech made the rounds, conservatives (religious and political) immediately distanced themselves from Mr. Berry, afraid (I suppose) of catching some germ that would turn them into homosexuals. (Why, in the accompanying photo above, is Mr. Berry surrounded by so much “wood”? is this a subliminal message?) Many of the arguments made against Mr. Berry focused on his supposed mental state. Comments such as “he’s gone crazy,” it was his “Grandpa Simpson moment,” he’s “off his rocker,” he’s “lost it,” summed up the substance of the logic against Mr. Berry.
I have come to suspect that this entire reaction is a hidden anti-poetic agenda against my poem. So here, in front of Gawd and ever-body, on this blessed day of January 18, 2013, I publicly come out and say . . . I stand by my poem as written.
I’m posting this one to show my oldest daughter that I really don’t mind Chris Thile’s singing (though I still think he is a far better mandolin picker than singer). This is a remarkable song, featuring artists at the top of their game.
This is a wonderful video, beautiful harp playing by one of the best in Ireland. Great setting, sound good, the choice of music perfect–slow and meditative in the beginning, ending with something you can move to.