Of Lingering Larger Views…

The Awakening

(“History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which
I am trying to awake.” Ulysses, James Joyce)

And if you go far enough
and live long enough,
you shall come at last
to where the remaining bodies
are excavated below
empty malls and coliseums.

There you will find a truth
windy and decomposed
unlike any small sorrow
you have personally known.

The great human record:
the archives of deconstruction.
The Auschwitz of Nicolai Ceausecu.
The bloody shoe-closet of Imelda Marcos.
Chernobyl and the killing fields
of Bosnia, Hiroshima and Waterloo.
The long, inhuman legacy
of ego, fear, greed
and testosterone.

On a good day, madre
the sun may shine on your garden
and you shall hear birdsong
and feel the rhythms of imagined desire:
blue/green, or so it goes…

Enjoy your latte moment.
You’ve earned it, love.
Put jam on the unthinking
scones of ignorance.
Pretend and above all pray
to something larger and better
than this or your self.

Pray that some walls will
remain standing after all
you’ve ever said or not done.
Ponder for once now
the pillars and dreams
of the multitudinous dead.

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Winter Returneth to E-Town Today…

A poem for a cold bitter morning…

First day, paper route/January, grade 5

It all went well
till I got to the end
of Thompson Drive
which ran out of houses
at the edge of the prairie.

518 was next on the list
but Thompson proper
ended in the 400s.
In -30 I trudged aimlessly
back and forth on Ness
pondering the glitch:
a customer without
an actual house.

Some 15 minutes later
I noticed a black spot
150 yards away
across the barren field.
Could that, irrationally,
be it? It was north
of the 400s after all.

The Arctic wind blew–
unforgiving from the north,
lifting snow to sting and freeze
my unscarfed face,
but I got there.
The iron numbers frostily
on the house: 518.

And was welcomed by
a bent, suspendered man
with thick green glasses:
Mr. Steele. Francis or Frank
as his wife called him.
She was Dorothy or Dot
in that last year before
the old guy’s death.

They insisted I step in
and sat me by the window
with a hot drink
looking back at civilization.
They were grateful
I had come bringing
news of the world
(albeit late).
The “new carrier”.

I sat and listened to them
quietly argue for 20 minutes
till my feet had thawed.
The old man was nice
and congenial.
She did what he told her to,
but I wouldn’t have trusted
her edges for a minute.

Another strange beginning
that winter of yore,
being taken in abruptly
to their so-isolated life.
I wondered after
how they survived,
and plodding back,
I realized why
the last carrier
had quit the route
after Christmas tips.

(“There is only one story–
the story of your life.”
-Northrop Frye)

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Marvellous CD/DVD Collection by the Late Glenn Gould

The monogrammed blue box. For any real aficionado of his work. His best work and then some.

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St. Pat’s 2018 Memory

Crème de menthe on Oreo ice cream–decadent delight!

St. Pat’s cupcakes–yum!

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Snowed In

Edmo– First 3 Mos. in a Nutshell

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Low Comedy/Slapstick at Its Absolute Best

The Golden Age of Comedy, the first of two films included on this precious DVD, came out in 1957 when I was in grade 2 and played theatres everywhere including Winnipeg, my hometown. My Dad was a big fan of the old slapstick comics and this was the first time that anyone had done a compilation of the old time comics. He felt it was important enough to take me out one evening to see this delightful show and introduce me to all the comics he used to enjoy in his own youth. This was the perfect comedy entertainment for kids in the ’50s every bit as it was in the time of my Dad’s youth.

This was a real privilege for me as it turned out and I was magically introduced to Laurel and Hardy, Will Rogers, Ben Turpin, Harry Langdon, and the Keystone Cops. I had terrific time and subsequently became a Laurel and Hardy fan through my elementary school years. These guys were, indeed, The First Kings of Comedy.

Robert Youngson wrote and produced this classic plus his follow-up When Comedy Was King (included here) featuring Fatty Arbuckle, Charley Chaplin, Charley Chase, Buster Keaton, and Laurel and Hardy again. This DVD collection is expensive and hard-to-get, but worth every penny if you want to see broke people up everywhere at theatres of the 1920s and ’30s. A lost art preserved by Youngson and now, briefly available, on DVD for those viewers who’ve never seen the like or are looking for broad belly laughs that translate into any language. Highly recommended.

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Fake News on Google

Celine Dion cancels Las Vegas residency for three weeks!

(Let’s give Trump one credit for popularizing one needed term in assessing media news today.)

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The Continuing Relevance of Sherlock Holmes

“The Devil’s Foot” episode in the great Granada DVD set is so relevant to today with its references to chemical poisoning (the UK spy poisoning) and to allowing higher justice to have its way (Trump and maybe Trudeau today).

Holmes travels to Cornwall to recover from a pending nervous breakdown and is called to illuminate a bizarre episode at a nearby far estate where one woman dies and two brothers are driven mad overnight with no discernible cause, followed by a similar death by the remaining brother who reported the first crime. Nothing is what it seems to be and Holmes reveals two crimes and nearly dies himself in the process.

A very good script, the usual solid British acting along with Cornish atmosphere, and two special effects scenes at the core of the mystery. Certainly one of the weirdest episodes in the Holmes’ story canon and this adaptation works well right down to a satisfying just deserts ending the viewer will have little difficulty in agreeing with.

The Holmes stories continue to be timeless like all good literature of the forgotten past. This series is one of the best UK tv series ever done with the most definitive Holmes’ portrayal of all time by Jeremy Brett.

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Full Circle: Looking Back at an Unseen, Unknown Future

(5th birthday, August 31, 1954, Winnipeg, with Jeanne’s cake–the latter still an annual tradition)************************************************************************************There is much we can not foresee, especially at a young age such as:

-wearing glasses beginning from grade 7 on

-acquiring diabetes 2 at 48

-surviving a near-fatal asthma attack in hospital at 30

-being hit on the jaw by a baseball bat at age 9 and surviving without stitches or professional medical attention

-driving and owning a car some day

-losing control of a car in a snowstorm, spinning around and ending up in a ditch, right side up, uninjured at 25 on a highway in northern Alberta

-owning a house

-getting married and having two kids, long grown-up, both happily with partners

-being a grandfather to two grandsons

-being a teacher for 30 years (I was unaware what a teacher was at this age); teaching about 5 thousand students (what’s a student?)

-going to something called university

-writing 50+ plus books (I did not own any books then); the books selling over a million copies (what’s a million anyway?) and being re/used by about 4 million kids; presenting to thousands of teachers (what’s a teacher? what’s a presentation?)

-owning and losing two good, faithful dogs

-falling in love with music and learning to play guitar and singing; knowing that music would become a sustaining, inspiring, pleasurable pastime

-fronting several groups from 1968-2003 that played for tens of thousands of people

-acting in and directing drama (What’s a play?)

-ever owning a fair number of books and movies (I’d only seen 2-3 movies at a theatre by this point. What’s a VHS, a DVD, a camera, a tape recorder? B & w TV had just come to Wpg. I assumed “Howdy Doody” would always be broadcast on tv.)

-having many friends (none at this moment, though, on Thompson Drive), ‘losing’ most of them along the way, being down to a few close ones at age 68

-ever being as old or older than my parents at age 5

-ever leaving my grandmother’s Thompson Drive house to move into our first house on Wallasey Street

-ever going to school (beyond my past part-time kindergarten), let alone spending 48 years in schools

-knowing there were other places in a very big world, including Alberta and Edmonton where I would one day settle; only knowing Winnipeg as the centre of my life till 1970 A.D.

-not knowing about something called hockey–something I would one day play and watch a lot of good hockey in color over the years

-having no clue at that point how life would have been different if I had been born earlier, later, somewhere else, or never born, or born into a different social class

-not knowing there were such things as individuals, that I lived in a society, that my childhood imagination and curiosity would stand me in good stead for another 63 years.

-not knowing that imagination, creativity, music, and language would become the four principal defining aspects of my life

-not knowing that so much would depend on learning to read and a yet-to-be-developed interest in print books; that these interests would lead to three distinct careers as a teacher of literature and language, a writer and editor, and a poet

-not knowing that there was a discrete thing called words or language that I would go on to explore in depth from age 17 on

-not knowing that my established dreams, dreaming, and romantic sensibility would direct my life and love choices, my uniqueness, and the eventual drift and development of feelings, thoughts, expression, and consciousness

-not knowing that my only-child freedom would continue for years and that I would later have as much freedom from 52-68 as I had at age 5

-not knowing that there were truly a zillion unseen possibilities as there have turned out to be, especially in personal development, people, Nature, and love

-not knowing that the flow of my days would continue, mostly unhampered or unlimited for another 63 years

-and not knowing that–much like this picture–that momentary gifts would continue to be special to me, and that my life would be largely consist of gifts of myself, later culminating also in an acceptance of the many kind, generous, reciprocal gifts of others

………………………….

Blake called this state Innocence. Others have called it Inexperience, Ignorance, or Naivete.

Does anything remain of the five-year-old above? Yes, of course. All the essential qualities, characteristics, personality, and sensibility. All there. Still.

 

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Albert Einstein:

“Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.”

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