Haiku or Poem-a-Day

Curbside
tree carcasses
piled unceremoniously
next to the garbage bags
having fallen from grace.
no smell remains
as they lie in their limpness.
Next day a few flattened branches
and scattered needles
rest on the damp sidewalk.
1/14/09


List Found in Bag
Gas
OJ
Donuts
Then circled: french horn
and
accordion file
Underlined: exam materials
and, circled again,
garbage can.
1/14/09

Get Out of My Way
Snow like in
a Christmas Card.
But in January
Bad moods, traffic snarls
and no thought of joy prevails.
No trace of goodwill towards
anybody.
1/15/09

ARC
Philly snow and ice
t-shirts, coffee and boxes
detritus and dust.
1/19/09

January 20
Barack’s day (ours, too)
a fresh start, new beginning
with woes, war and worse.
1/20/09


For Ray
Ray the negative
one who criticized from love
death with no goodbye.
1/22/09

Katy
Can’t learn by reading
period three, art history
but she wants an “A.”
1/23/09

Reception
Morning at Ellen’s
loft talking of our art and death
while chewing on cake.
1/24/09


Phone Call
Elizabeth in
bed with bionic hip; she
asks me now I am.
1/25/09

Anger/Hurt
I left without a
goodbye even though I heard
shuffling slippers.
1/26/09

Light at the End of a Long, Long Tunnel

Finally I am allowing myself some hope, some happiness. The New Yorker cover this past week said it all with such simplicity: The red tunnel is dark and at the very end is a tiny opening of blue.
I didn't allow myself to be lulled into thinking that exit polls or surveys meant anything, since I believe that racism is alive and well in this country. I haven't had the stomach to call all of my sisters from their redneck parts of Illinois (Chicago is scary to them), but I did break down and call one of them just before the election. She had already pre-voted for McCain/Palin. I asked her about Palin's suitability and got a "She reminds me of me!" I mentioned the money she took for working away from the office and was told "I didn't hear anything about that." We didn't get into Africa being "a country" or the fact that she couldn't name a single paper she regularly read.
How she could vote against her own best financial interests amazes me.
I asked her about the last eight years. She somehow doesn't hold W. or the Republican Party responsible for any of it. How can she be related to me and seem so completely out of touch? And the other two sisters are even more conservative politically.
But I'm with the winning team for a change. My son reminded me that when Clinton got elected for the first time, I was driving and had to pull off the road to cry because I told him it was the first time in his life that he had a good president (He was born in 1980...). I had forgotten that moment, but I'm sure it's true because I've been teary-eyed this whole week.
A lot rest on Obama's shoulders, but if anyone can muddle through this mess, I think he can. It almost makes one want to believe in God, but then again, I look at these nutty evangelical sisters of mine and realize my folly in entertaining such a notion.

Immediate vs. Delayed Gratification

What good is it to be right? I remember how much I respected Jimmy Carter because he told the truth and didn’t sugarcoat the problems our country faced. The majority of Americans preferred the Hollywood Ending, which was more fun and full of immediate gratification. And thus you had Ronald Reagan and his “feel good now” message, which removed fiscal oversights and planted the seeds for the jungle we are in now.
Immediate Gratification is a need that we as a country have to get over. I am often reminded of a research project that took place in the 1940s or 1950s. A researcher met with preschool age or Kindergarten age children. There was a marshmallow on a plate. She said “I have to leave the room for a brief time, if you can wait to eat our marshmallow until I return, you’ll get another one.” The reward was double, yet many children gobbled up the treat right away. The hidden camera showed that others tried to distract themselves by singing or getting up and moving around the empty room. A few stared longingly and some gave in and grabbed it and others were able to wait. Some thirty or forty years later, the researchers questioned the members of the study on things like happiness and contentment, finances, career satisfaction and relationships. There was a direct correlation between being able to delay gratification as a child and adult.
But we are the country that could rather lipo our fat rather than diet. We charge things we can’t afford on our credit cards and live beyond our means. We buy houses we can’t afford and then are surprised when the people who have lent us the money go under. Their bonuses and golden parachutes are funded by the poor slob taxpayers who are underwriting this debt.
We are not smart as a country sometimes, and that is why I worry that the sugary McCain-Palin ticket (“Tax Cuts!” “Huge Tax Cuts for the Richest People!!” “Bigger Deficits!!” “Drill, Baby< Drill!!!” “Cuts to Silly Programs Like Head Start and the Like!!!”) doesn’t prevail.

New Poem

Salvation Army Skirt

Your history
is written into this skirt
with its tear from the gate hook,
the elastic stretched out just a bit
at the waist.

I can darn
and know how to sew an L-shaped rip.
I can tighten the waist
and carry on
where you left off.

I Wish I Knew How to Feel Good Again

Is is just me, or are we in a mood/state that is affecting many of us? I don't see any good news coming from anywhere. Even the Olympics were tainted with a murder, underage competitors and a government crackdown. Bush is ineffective, as always, and we still have a messy war we didn't need to get into, stock market woes, mortgage woes, joblessness on the rise, a huge national debt and Palin as a possible next President. This has become a very stupid country. We are so worried about gays marrying and yet we can actually have people in power who think that global warming is not man-made.

I grew up with born-agains. They never got out of their miserable existences because they rationalized that everything was God's plan. My dad couldn't control his violent behavior and my mom couldn't leave. "God is testing me" was her mantra. She was so indoctrinated she was able to witness her children getting beaten up over nothing. I still have a startle mechanism that makes me jump in the air if someone walks in a room and simply says something while my back is turned.

A born-again truly thinks we are headed for an Armaggedon--indeed, they welcome it. They believe God is on our side and that non-Christians (read: most of the world) are going to Hell and that is God's Plan, too. They believe in predestination and therefore what is the use of trying to end human suffering or treating animals better? We don't need abortion rights, a cleaner planet or scientists who think the world is more than 6,000 years old.

If I dwell on this, I will get more depressed. It's enough to make me want to leave or at least hide my head under something. I actually went online to see if my Landed Immigrant status in Canada was still in effect. It's not, but it looks like they would at least consider having me back.

So I'll write a few checks to my candidates of choice and hunker down at school and in my studio, trying to be the best I can be at what I do.

Nature at the New

So the New Museum has Nature in their galleries right now...some of this show is powerful, indeed with the usual ho-hum here and there. For my money, the Herzog film of Kuwait from 1991 is the star of the show. I was riveted. The images are so gorgeous and horrible all at once. I wish I had a remote and could stop and rewind and such. It all went by too fast, not to mention that there was another noisy piece nearby which may it hard for me to hear any dialogue.

I'm currently painting a forest fire, which is going slowly, so destruction is on my mind.

Quick dismissal: Unibomber cabin. And?
Liked: weird, sewn creepy figures, horse going into wall, writhing figure near stairs (although this doesn't probably work in NY as well as elsewhere).
Grossed out: AIDS masseuse mom video. The close up of the feet was truly horrible. How stupid did that artist look with his weeds in his hair in the park and the other antics?

This museum was so missed and I'm so glad it's back. I need indignation as well as quality to fire up my creative furnace.

A Long Summer

I wanted to post daily and of course I didn't get around to it. I've been in my studio, at the beach and getting sleep. But now it's back to business and I'm going to do better. Some recent themes: possibilities, metaphysics, pictographs, babies, devils, water, trees, politics, time.