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A Year of Poetry – Day 242

BREEZES blowin’ middlin’ brisk,
Snow-flakes thro’ the air a-whisk,
Fallin’ kind o’ soft an’ light,
Not enough to make things white,
But jest sorter siftin’ down
So’s to cover up the brown
Of the dark world’s rugged ways
‘N’ make things look like holidays.
Not smoothed over, but jest specked,
Sorter strainin’ fur effect,
An’ not quite a-gittin’ through
What it started in to do.
Mercy sakes! it does seem queer
Christmas day is ‘most nigh here.
Somehow it don’t seem to me
Christmas like it used to be,—
Christmas with its ice an’ snow,
Christmas of the long ago.
You could feel its stir an’ hum

Weeks an’ weeks before it come;
Somethin’ in the atmosphere
Told you when the day was near,
Didn’t need no almanacs;
That was one o’ Nature’s fac’s.
Every cottage decked out gay —
Cedar wreaths an’ holly spray —
An’ the stores, how they were drest,
Tinsel tell you couldn’t rest;
Every winder fixed up pat,
Candy canes, an’ things like that;
Noah’s arks, an’ guns, an’ dolls,
An’ all kinds o’ fol-de-rols.
Then with frosty bells a-chime,
Slidin’ down the hills o’ time,
Right amidst the fun an’ din
Christmas come a-bustlin’ in,
Raised his cheery voice to call
Out a welcome to us all.
Hale and hearty, strong an’ bluff,
That was Christmas, sure enough.
Snow knee-deep an’ coastin’ fine,
Frozen mill-ponds all ashine,
Seemin’ jest to lay in wait,
Beggin’ you to come an’ skate.
An’ you’d git your gal an’ go
Stumpin’ cheerily thro’ the snow,
Feelin’ pleased an’ skeert an’ warm
‘Cause she had a-holt yore arm.
Why, when Christmas come in, we
Spent the whole glad day in glee,
Havin’ fun an’ feastin’ high
An’ some courtin’ on the sly.
Bustin’ in some neighbor’s door
An’ then suddenly, before
He could give his voice a lift,
Yellin’ at him, ‘Christmas gift.’
Now sich things are never heard,
‘Merry Christmas’ is the word.
But it’s only change o’ name,
An’ means givin’ jest the same.
There’s too many new-styled ways
Now about the holidays.
I’d jest like once more to see
Christmas like it used to be!

— Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Speakin’ O’ Christmas

Christmas Suggestions

Well, we’re getting into the home stretch of the marathon that is Christmas preparations, and the deadline for having something shipped to you without having to resort to hypersonic transportation is fast approaching.

I thought I’d point out a few authors who have put out excellent works this year, and whose books will make great presents.

  1. Jim Curtis – If you’ve never played “6 Degrees of Jim Curtis”, you’re missing out.  He’s been there, done that, and has the witnesses to prove it.  His “Grey Man” series follows a West Texas law man and his family as they work through life, war, and love.
  2. L. B. Johnson – Mrs. Johnson is one of the best literary writers I know of.  She paints with words, and you quickly find yourself immersed in the emotions and settings of her work.  She has the distinction of being the only author to make Girlie Bear and me both laugh and cry.  The Book of Barkley and Saving Grace are autobiographical works that have a prominent place on my bookshelf, and I’m enjoying her latest work, Small Town Roads, as well.
  3. Kelly Grayson – If you’re looking for the quintessential Southern story teller, Kelly Grayson is it.  He has re-released his book, “En Route“, and it will make for a great book to read in front of the fire.
  4. Cedar Sanderson – Cedar is a master at creating worlds and exploring the fun to be had in them.  Her Pixie for Hire series grabs you and keeps you moving until the last page.  If you’re looking for a quick read, her Warp Resonance short story collection will certainly fit the bill.
  5. Peter Grant – Grant is a man who has literally seen the elephant, and come home to tell the tale.  His Maxwell Saga will remind you of the golden age of pulp fiction.  His Laredo War series expands on the Maxwell universe as his characters try to throw off the yoke of oppression.  Going in a completely different direction, Brings the Lightning is set in the American west after the Civil War, and I’d compare it favorably to Zane Grey.  Finally, his memoir of being a prison chaplain, Wells, Wire, Bars, and Souls, gives us a peek into what life working in a prison is like.  Any of these will fill hours of reading.

 

Finally, even though it’s on pre-order, I’d like to suggest the short story anthology, Freedom’s Light. I’ve been honored to have one of my short stories included with works from Nick Cole, Brad Torgerson, and many other talented writers in this book.  Proceeds from the book will be donated to FIRE, a civil rights organization active on university campuses nationwide.  It promises to be a great read.

A Year of Poetry – Day 241

Pack, clouds away! and welcome day!
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air, blow soft, mount larks aloft
To give my love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I’ll borrow;
Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing,
To give my love good-morrow;
To give my love good-morrow;
Notes from them both I’ll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, Robin Redbreast,
Sing birds in every furrow;
And from each hill, let music shrill
Give my fair love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow!
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves,
Sing my fair love good-morrow;
To give my love good-morrow,
Sing birds in every furrow.

— Thomas Heywood, Love’s Good-Morrow

A Year of Poetry – Day 240

Cover me with your everlasting arms,
   Ye guardian giants of this solitude!
   From the ill-sight of men, and from the rude,
Tumultuous din of yon wild world’s alarms!
Oh, knit your mighty limbs around, above,
   And close me in for ever! let me dwell
   With the wood spirits, in the darkest cell
That ever with your verdant locks ye wove.
   The air is full of countless voices, joined
In one eternal hymn; the whispering wind,
The shuddering leaves, the hidden water springs,
The work-song of the bees, whose honeyed wings
Hang in the golden tresses of the lime,
Or buried lie in purple beds of thyme.
— Frances Anne Kemble, Sonnet

Musings

  • Second grade girls can go from sweetness and light to raving tribalists in the time it takes for a teacher to announce that a girl will be going head-to-head with a boy in some contest or another.
    • Ever watch a Raider’s game at home where they pan the camera across the fans to show the people who show up looking as if they wanted to sack San Jose?  Those guys have nothing on the young ladies in Boo’s class.
  • Boo’s Christmas Pageant went well.  I have, however, had to veto plans for him to take up hand bells as an instrument after he and Irish Woman watched older students perform.
  • An airline decided to invite the wrath of the Irish Woman last night when they decided to leave Dulles Airport without enough fuel to get to Cincinnati in the weather.
    • According to Irish Woman, the flight attendant was handing out pretzels like it was the Last Supper as they made their way back to Virginia.
    • While they waited to be refueled, Irish Woman was trying to find a service that would deliver pizza and beer to the airport ramp.
    • She’s fine, by the way.  The airline got them to Cincinnati and she got a hotel room to catch a few hours of rest before driving home.
  • You have to love Kentucky weather.
    • Two days ago, it was cold enough that I gathered up the outside cats and deposited them in a large kennel in the basement so that the poor little murder mittens wouldn’t freeze.
    • Yesterday, it was almost 40 degrees warmer, and I was <this> close to not taking a jacket to work.
    • Last night, we had some serious thunderstorms.  It sounded like somebody was dropping a load of bombs on Louisville from our house.
    • This morning, I wore my heavy coat and had to contend with several patches of black ice on the way to work.
    • Whoever said that weather changes don’t impact arthritis pain can kiss my fuzzy butt.

A Year of Poetry – Day 239

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

— Christina Georgina Rossetti, In The Bleak Midwinter

A Year of Poetry – Day 238

The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.

The shepherds came from out the north,
Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs–
They had not any gold.

The wise men came from out the east,
And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
Did glorify the night.

The angels came from heaven high,
And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
The host of heaven sings.

The kings they knocked upon the door,
The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
To hear the song begin.

The angels sang through all the night
Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
Before the song was done.

— Sara Teasdale, Christmas Carol

NRA Statement on Designee for the Secretary of the Interior

Below you ‘ll find the NRA’s statement on Secretary Designate Zinke, who has been chosen to head the Department of the Interior under the Trump administration.  Personally, I’m still forming my own opinions on the new cabinet, but I like what I hear so far about Congressman. Zinke.

 

NRA Statement on Nomination of Ryan Zinke to Secretary of the Interior
Fairfax, Va.— Chris W. Cox, executive director of the National Rifle Association’s Institute for Legislative Action, issued the following statement on the nomination of Congressman Ryan Zinke to be the Secretary of the Interior:“On behalf of our 5 million members, we commend President-Elect Donald Trump for nominating Congressman Ryan Zinke of Montana to be our next Secretary of the Interior,” said Chris W. Cox, executive director of the National Rifle Association’s Institute for Legislative Action. “The sportsmen and women of this nation have long waited for an Interior Secretary who understands the need to preserve America’s outdoor heritage for generations to come. Ryan Zinke will champion those traditions with the devotion of a true outdoorsman while serving as our next Secretary of the Interior.”

A Year of Poetry – Day 237

I remember the temple, this route I’ve travelled before,
I recall the bridge as I cross it again.
It seems the hills and rivers have been waiting,
The flowers and willows all are selfless now.
The field is sleek and vivid, thin mist shines,
On soft sand, the sunlight’s colour shows it’s late.
All the traveller’s sorrow fades away,
What better place to rest than this?

— Du Fu, Travelling Again

Regaining Trust

Over at The Federalist, Mollie Hemingway discusses ways that the national press has lost the trust and confidence of middle America, and suggests ways they can begin gaining it back.  Her suggestions and thought process are excellent, and I suggest everyone check it out.

After reading through her piece, I thought I’d make a couple suggestions of my own:

 

 

Quit lying to us

I quit watching CBS News, which I had made my primary national news source for my entire life, after Dan Rather reported false stories about George W. Bush’s military service.  I had made watching Walter Cronkite a part of my day when I was in kindergarten, so it was quite a habit to break. Since then, none of the national news outlets have impressed me.  I find few outright lies, but there is a heck of a lot of selective reporting, verbal shading, and refusal to report anything that hurts the politics of “our side”.

We come to the news for facts so that we can make good decisions.  If we can’t trust the information you give us, we’re going to go somewhere else for those facts.  Want to know why so many people are taken in by fake news sites, including ones that aren’t meant as satire?  It’s because we’ve found we can’t trust the ‘real’ journalists to tell us the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.  If you lie to us, only tell half the story, or outright ignore important events, then you will continue to lose us.

Stop devoting a large part of your efforts to entertainment and trash

When I was young, the nightly national news mentioned movies maybe twice a year, and one of them was Oscar Night.  Tabloid journalism was only found in disreputable magazines and newspapers, and human interest got between thirty and sixty seconds out of a half-hour program.

Now, I am bombarded with vignettes about the special meaning of the latest blockbuster art house movie, coupled with ‘news’ about the antics of entertainers and their hangers-on.  Bonus footage is given to any female with large breasts or an ass that looks like a question mark, or a male with a bit of scruff on his chiseled features and a sardonic smile.

There are literally millions of websites devoted to trash reporting and entertainment news.  Quit trying to draw the eyeballs of the disinterested by dragging programming down to that level.  If you want to be taken seriously, do serious work.

Overuse of hyperbole and histrionics is not helpful

First, Reagan was sitting up all night, plotting how to subvert our freedoms and start a nuclear war.  Next, Bush was working to put us all under the thumb of a New World Order.  Clinton was going to send in black helicopters to murder us in our sleep, while George W. Bush was sending an entire generation of men off to create an American empire to enrich his friends.  Obama has been the root of all evil for the last eight years, while Donald Trump is either a greedy bumbler who will ruin the republic, a stooge of business and foreign interests, or a mastermind genius manipulator who is looking to set himself for life as God Emperor of the White States of America.

In between that, we have “ICE AGE! NO, ACID RAIN! NO, GLOBAL WARMING! NO, CLIMATE CHANGE!” as well as “ILLEGAL ALIENS! CRACK ZOMBIES! WELFARE QUEENS!”  splashed across newspapers, websites, and news broadcasts.  Every politician that stands in opposition to a journalist’s politics is worse than Hitler, or a communist, or a socialist, a crypto-fascist, or a secret Muslim.

Meanwhile, I’m shutting off my television and looking for alternate websites to get my news.

Y’all have been shouting at us so much that I’ve lost the ability to hear those frequencies anymore.  When you need to shout about something because IT’S ACTUALLY IMPORTANT, I won’t hear you. Learn to use your inside voice.

Draw a bright, hard line between news and editorial work

A lot of the journalists on the national platforms (cable news, major newspapers, websites) have lost the integrity of putting what they know on page 1 and putting what they think about what they know on page 6.

“Senator Backwash, who has not answered questions on when he stopped beating his wife, questioned the Assistant Junior Under Secretary for Corn Sexuality Studies during a long, tense, intrusive series of meaningless questions into the crucial necessity of researching the mating habits of the Lower Missouri River Corn Weasel.” has become a common way for someone to say “Senator Backwash posed several difficult questions to a representative of the Agriculture Department during yearly budget hearings.”

Journalists are, even if they’re not overtly trying to move an agenda, going to be influenced by their own beliefs and prejudices.  They’re human, after all.  But if a reporter can’t be honest enough to separate their activism from reporting the facts, then they should leave news and go into punditry full time.

If I have to work to separate the facts from the advocacy, you’ve gone a long way to losing me as a consumer.  If you lose me as a consumer, you lose me as a possible receptive audience for when I want to hear your advocacy.

Take a good, hard look at the pool of journalists in your organizations and start creating a diversity of opinion

Diversity of race, religion, national origin, gender, sexual orientation, and belly buttons in or out can add richness to any organization.  But when your product is information, you have to add diversity of thought as well, or all you’ll put out is pablum and screed.

If all you have on your staff are rock-ribbed, Kool-Aid drinking conservatives or Ivy League liberal arts majors who can quote from both Das Kapital and The Collected Wisdom of Woodrow Wilson,  then your echo chamber is indeed vast and comfortable.  When I want to read or watch news and commentary about a controversial topic, I don’t want to hear 90% of the message going one way, with a token whack job from the other side brought along for comic relief.  On a panel of five people, two should go one way, two should go the other way, and one should reflect me, who is in the middle trying to figure out the facts and what they mean.

 

Anyway, these are just my suggestions.  Go and check out Mrs. Hemingway’s article, and let me know what you think in comments.