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06 May

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Rather than go bonkers over Trump and his minions defying Congress and the Constitution while lying lying lying, or the carnage in Venezuela spilling onto the rest of the continent, or so many other choices for driving one up the wall and through the ceiling, I had to do something positive. Fast.

29 Apr

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As April, Poetry Month, comes to a close, this will be my last posting of a poem instead of prose on the blog (for a while, at least). Throughout the past month, I've chosen poems of mine that are about the making of art, specifically poetry, itself. That's true, too, of the work below.

22 Apr

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This year during April (designated by the Library of Congress Poetry Month), I've been offering us all a break from prose, instead devoting the blog to some of my older poems—specifically poems about the making of poetry itself, even though these two below diverge slightly from that theme. The first, a light verse (growing darker) piece titled, "On the Watergate Women," was written in the 1970s but seemed ripe for revisiting this particular week, although some younger readers may want to look up now forgotten names that are indelible for those of us who survived this kind of national trauma before. The second, "Lithographers," does return to the theme of creating art but the metaphor is visual: print-making. The arduous process of "making" is the same, however, and "Lithographers" is about the forging of art and, not incidentally, the forging of love. ON THE WATERGATE WOMEN Maureen Dean, wearing persimmon summer silk, sits...

15 Apr

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PIECING (for Lois Sasson) “Sometimes you don’t have no control over the way things are. Hail ruins the crops, or fire burns you out. And then you’re just given so much to work with in a life and you have to do the best you can with what you got. That’s what piecing is. The materials is passed on to you, or is all you can afford. But the way you put them together is your business. You can put them in any order you like. Piecing is orderly.” – An anonymous woman quoted in The Quilters: Women and Domestic Art Frugality is not the point. Nor waste. It’s just that very little is discarded in any honest spending of the self, and what remains is used and used again, worn thin by use, softened to the pliancy and the translucence of old linen, patched, mended, reinforced, and saved. So I discover how I am rejoicing slowly...

08 Apr

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During April, Poetry Month, each week this blog will offer one of my poems about poetry and art. "I believe that in this physical, space-time world of our experience there are things which do not fit the grammatical scheme of expression. But they are not necessarily blind, inconceivable, mystical affairs; they are simply matters which require to be conceived through some symbolistic schema other than discursive language." —Susanne K. Langer Why, caring as I do for trees, am I condemned to poetry? why compelled to serve a life sentence stuttering this syntax of...

01 Apr

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For the record, let me be clear. I would give up my US citizenship if it meant I ever had to vote for Donald J. Trump. If the only opposition to Donald J. Trump from the Democratic Party or any other political party was a platypus, I would be among the first to wear buttons proclaiming Duck Billed Platypus for President! Who can better bring us together? An egg-laying mammal! An amphibian! An ancient, fuzzy, refuse-to-go-extinct creature with a duckbill that’s a study in uniting contrasts? You get the point. That said, I’m in need of a vent about the would-be Democratic candidates, more of whom pile on each day. Let me specify. I’m in need to vent about the boys. Oh. I should also say upfront that I believe strongly in the right of any American citizen to run for any office, including the presidency, law permitting. This is not about...

25 Mar

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It’s the chamber at the center of the labyrinth, the mystery hidden in plain sight. It’s the intersection toward which all intersectionalities converge. It’s where male supremacy and white supremacy are exposed as always having been the same thing. It’s reproduction.

18 Mar

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I’ve been so historical and serious in these posts recently that I thought it was time to move into the present—but only after this quick postscript to my previous three-part meditation on Suffrage(s): Check out MonumentalWomen.org to learn about the women—a diverse group—who have already committed themselves to creating a Women’s Rights Trail in New York, building (literally) on the completion of their previous campaign for the Stanton-Anthony monument in Central Park. Now back to the present—and while this isn’t quite about What I Did Over Spring Break, it could be subtitled What I Learned Over Spring Break. Or relearned. It all started with an email out of the blue, from someone at the great haute couture institution of fashion, the legendary House of Dior in Paris. I am not generally your haute couture fashion type—although I clean up pretty good and can be presentable if required. But then this email...

25 Feb

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This is the third and last installment of a three-part meditation on women’s suffrages—plural. Parts One and Two examined the tortured twisting path of suffrage in this country, which always prioritized white, Christian, land-holding, property-owning males. Contrary to all the national mythography, the record shows historical hostility toward women and toward those men who were poorer, or “foreign.” That is, unless they were useful: Native Americans whose land and lives were for the taking, Africans abducted and forced here into enslavement, Chinese “imported” to build railroads and infrastructure and then no longer welcome, and so on. Women? Servants of the indentured, slaves of the slaves. In Parts One and Two, I tried to offer consciousness-changers that have meant much to me and that I recommend as sources for self-education about a legacy with which we are both burdened and privileged. The burdened part—well, see above. The privilege comes in, for every American, because the Framers (white, propertied, highly flawed males) nonetheless shared an impossibly impractical, aspirational vision that had not been put to the test of practice anywhere, ever. They knew that realizing that vision in reality would be a continuous, arduous task. The phrase "To form a more perfect union” in the Preamble to the Constitution reveals a diplomatically cautious James Madison trying to affirm the vision and not insult the original 13 states yet acknowledge the endless road ahead. So that was the goal of Parts One and Two. Now it’s time to get personal.

18 Feb

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In last week’s blog post, I tried, albeit superficially, to show that the century-long movement for women's suffrage, which finally won the vote for (some) women in 1920, took place in a context and country where originally only white, Christian, property-owning, land-holding males possessed the franchise—and they weren't particularly eager to share it with anybody who didn't meet those identifying qualifications. The ignorance all of us—female and male, people of color and white people—have been infected with is painful and  poisonous, but lancing and draining it will also hurt, as that requires an honesty to which we apparently as yet only aspire. Honesty means I have to start this week with two corrections. First: last week I ended with a quote from Congresswoman Ayanna Pressley of Massachusetts, who said she wore white to the State of The Union speech in honor of Alice Paul and the suffrage movement but also carried a kente...