Sunday, May 09, 2004
Review of 'Both' by Douglas CraseRupert was disinherited by his father over his relationship with Dwight. For his part, Dwight had slightly less than half a million dollars, enough to generate an income of about $29,000 a year. Out of this, Dwight subsidized poetry by Frank O'Hara -- and Chester Kallman, Kenneth Koch and John Ashbery.
check out chris
murray's tex files
... old alphabetical chaucer... new blog
poem... good stuff all around...
Tribune: Mothers must encourage all to reject violence
by Laurie Hasbrook
May 9, 2004
-- Mother's Day 2004. My 6- and 8-year-old sons, under their father's
supervision, will "surprise" me with breakfast in bed,
handmade cards, lots of hugs and kisses and promises of perfect
behavior and brotherly cooperation in the year to come. I'll bask
in that simple joy of spending the day together as family.
I am acutely aware, though, that
for mothers with sons or daughters in Iraq, this day will be one
of tremendous longing and anxiety. For mothers whose children
have died in Operation Iraqi Freedom or in the occupation, Mother's
Day will be a day of grief and mourning, a day of loss that those
of us who have not suffered the death of a child can never fully
comprehend. Many Iraqi mothers also know this loss.
The cruelties of war led Julia Ward Howe to write
in the original Mother's Day Proclamation of 1870: " . .
. `Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn All that we
have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience. We,
the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another
country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.' . .
. `Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.'"
As a mother raising sons in a
country whose government is using the deaths of its young people
in war to extol the virtues of sacrifice, honor and devotion to
family and country--as do all governments in time of war--I have
never been so acutely aware that war, far from being a necessity
in a terror-plagued world, is a foreign policy failure that actively
contributes to terrorism.
is a challenge, while our politicians and military leaders masterfully
weave a national narrative that gives military service God's imprimatur,
to say loudly and clearly that I will not raise my children to
be killers. Teaching my sons the distinction between being willing
to die for their beliefs as opposed to being willing to kill for
them is difficult in a culture that melds the two.
As I grieve for the families who receive word that
a beloved son or daughter has been killed overseas, I reaffirm
my commitment this Mother's Day to help build a world in which
all violence, whether it is individual or state-sponsored, is
Saturday, May 08, 2004
Unlimited review of The New York Poets edited by Mark FordPerhaps it is this idea of
friendship as something inspiring, shaping and enduring that finally
holds the collection together. Though each of these writers has
a very distinct and compelling style, their work as a whole is
frequently sustained and defined by a striking sense of companionship,
and one of the main successes of Ford's anthology is that it manages
so well to capture this.
the link and the article just below comes
via a member of an email discussion list... i print the whole
thing here because it's only available for a fee online... i know
this seems to make me guilty of some copyright infringement...
but for now i'll claim "fair use"... cuz i believe that's
what this is... and wait for a call from their lawyers...
the story is just too important...
and odd to me... because i saw the film on abc weeks ago... i
saw these guys get killed... through the night-vision lens it
was like a scene from any number of action movies... but here
it was... i saw these guys get killed... and i put it away in
that drawer where all the useless stuff goes... "how horrible"
i must have thought... "well that's war" i must have
thought... "nothing to be done"... and i hate myself
for having that reaction... this, i guess, is what someone hopes
will become of any ordinary person's outrage... where is mine?
how have i become so numb? "well, tom, we have to be numb
or we'd just go crazy... because there's nothing any of us can
do about it all... this killing is out of our control... see the
bigger picture, if you will..." etc. etc. etc.
is it possible that i could be that gunner pulling
that trigger to kill those guys... yes of course it is... that
i wasn't is just an accident of history... how do i know this
about myself? i just do... i knew back in '68 that if i abandoned
myself to the system, there'd be no hope... i would have abandoned
my soul... i would have followed orders... so i refused that war
and reject all the others since and to come not because of some
high principle or ideal but for the simple sake of my own physical,
moral and spiritual survival... i knew that i would not be able
to prevent myself from doing horrible things if i were ordered
to do them... so i did whatever was necessary to keep me out of
the situation... in the old church we used to call this "avoiding
the occasions of sin"... nowadays it's called "being
a pussy"... so be it... i like cats
of wounded men being shot censored by TV
By Robert Fisk, Middle East Correspondent
The pictures are appalling,
the words devastating. As a wounded Iraqi crawls from beneath
a burning truck, an American helicopter pilot tells his commander
that one of three men has survived his night air attack. 'Someone
wounded,'' the pilot cries. Then he received the reply: 'Hit him,
hit the truck and him.'' As the helicopter's gun camera captures
the scene on video, the pilot fires a 30mm gun at the wounded
man, vaporising him in a second.
and most European television stations censored the tape off the
air last night on the grounds that the pictures were too terrible
to show. But deliberately shooting a wounded man is a war crime
under the Geneva Conventions and this extraordinary film of US
air crews in action over Iraq is likely to create yet another
and British personnel have been trying for weeks to persuade Western
television stations to show the video of the attack. Despite the
efforts of reports in Baghdad and New York, most television controllers
preferred to hide the evidence from viewers. Only Canal Plus in
France, ABC television in the United States and the Canadian Broadcasting
Corporation have so far had the courage to show the shocking footage.
UK military personnel in the Gulf region have confirmed that the
tape is genuine.
mounted beside the 30mm cannon of a US Apache helicopter on patrol
over central Iraq on 1 December, first picks up movement on a
country road, apparently several hundred metres from an American
military checkpoint. A lorry and a smaller vehicle, probably a
pick-up, come into view and a man - apparently unaware of the
hovering helicopter - is seen moving to a field on the left of
the screen. He is carrying what seems to be a tube with a covering;
it may be a rocket-propelled grenade. One of two helicopter pilots
is heard to say: "Big truck over here. He's having a little
pow-wow." The driver of the pick-up looks around, reaches
into the vehicle, takes out the tube-shaped object and runs from
the road into the field. He drops the object and returns to the
truck. The pilot then radios: "I got a guy running, throwing
a weapon." Another pilot, or a ground controller, instructs
him: "Engage - smoke him."
this point, a tractor arrives close to where the man from the
lorry dropped the object in the field. One of the Iraqis approaches
the tractor driver. The Apache pilot opens fire with his 30mm
cannon, killing first the Iraqi in the field and then the tractor
driver. The camera registers the bullets hitting the first man.
All that is left is a smudge on the ground.
The pilot then turns his attention to the large
truck, opens fire and waits to see if he has hit the last of the
three men. The third man is then seen crawling, obviously badly
wounded, from his cover beneath the blazing truck. The pilot reports:
"Wait. Someone wounded by the truck." An officer replies:
"Hit him. Hit the truck and him."
The video tape shows that the incident took four
minutes, during which the two helicopter pilots - whose names
are listed as Nager and Alioto - expended 300 high-velocity cannon
rounds at their targets. The tape shows that the first 15 rounds
missed the men. One of the pilots says: "Fuck, switching
to range auto." The tape then documents the firing of four
bursts of 20 rounds each at the three men.
The pictures, apparently taken through thermal-imaging
cameras, leave no doubt that the pilot knew his third victim was
wounded and crawling along the ground - and that whoever gave
him the order to hit him also knew this.
Coming only days after the appalling photographs
of Iraqis being tortured and humiliated by US troops at Abu Ghraib
prison near Baghdad, the new pictures can only further inflame
Arab opinion throughout the Middle East. It is common Israeli
practice to kill wounded enemies from the air; a devastating helicopter
assault by Israel on a Hizbollah training camp in Lebanon 10 years
ago was accompanied by a series of attacks in which pilots sought
out wounded guerrillas as they hid behind rocks in the Bekaa Valley
and then fired at them.
film, while it shows men acting in an apparently suspicious manner,
does not prove they were handling weapons. The occupation authorities
in Baghdad chose to keep the incident secret when it occurred
in December. Watching the video images, it is easy to understand
jigto call the actions
those of Saddam and his henchmen
or now of we "liberators"
amen to that, sister...
Friday, May 07, 2004
current events send me back to elaine
scarry's the body in pain:
the torturers, the sheer and simple fact of human agony is made
invisible, and the moral fact of inflicting that agony is made
neutral by the feigned urgency and significance of the question.
For the prisoner, the sheer, simple, overwhelming fact of his
agony will make neutral and invisible the significance of any
question as well as the significance of the world to which the
question refers. Intense pain is world-destroying.
both in its structure and its content, is converted into a weapon,
deconverted, undone. Made to participate in the annihilation of
the prisoners, made to demonstrate that everything is a weapon,
the objects themselves, and with them the fact of civilization,
are annihilated: there is no wall, no window, no door, no bathtub,
no refrigerator, no chair, no bed.
... but it's mostly just a rehash of all the
cat stuff here...
to speakerboxxx/the love below... reminds me of... my age...
also listening to lots of low...
lucinda williams... a bit of morrissey...
the cat... doesn't much like canned food..
and i can't blame her... the stuff stinks... but i'm not quite
sure how to do it... how much? when? i put a little dolop in her
dish and she lets it sit... or i come back and she has eaten a
little... smooshed the rest around in the dish... maybe it's just
the getting used to... once she realizes that this muck is all
she gets... she'll adjust... maybe
where else but in blogville
(see the links in million poems)
would i ever find myself
seated next to Bob Mould
where else? strange... what a wonderful world...
Thursday, May 06, 2004
today is BIG TEST day... the ap literature
exam was given this morning... so we'll see... i had two guys
in class period b... one in period d... and here i am in period
f... with one... listening to lucinda williams' world without
tears which just came in the mail... listening to the loud teacher
talk in the lounge across the hall... wondering about the cat...
the cat... i picked her up during
lunch... the vet is putting her on canned w/d... she's been eating
the dry... i've also got to cajole her into eating this here Laxatone
(jam-packed full of all kinds of tasty petroleum by-products)...
they shaved her butt...
she was once an elegant beast.. beautiful from all angles... but
now you'd only care to meet her head-on... my funny little baboon-butt
cat... they say it'll grow back... but in which lifetime?
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
it was a constipated cat... who was so completely out of sorts
these past few days... there's the x-ray... seems a cat can hold
a lot of poop... old cats more often than younguns... but not
without some serious discomfort...
vet calls to report a successful enema... she's overnight at his
place... to be retrieved tomorrow...
so... thanks to the universe for the occasionally
ach... cat to the vet this afternoon...
hasn't eaten or pooped in two days... has no energy for anything...
cries when i try to pick her up... hides behind the dresser or
under the bed... the book says this might be a hairball obstruction...
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
this... the recent weekly quote from
the john gardner
John Gardner... from
interview with Heide Ziegler, 1978:"Definitions of happiness
are always pretty largely unconscious, unfortunately. Philosophy
comes along when it's needed to justify what everybody is doing
already or else to figure out what's wrong. Existentialism was
around for a long time, but it was only when the French underground
was living an impossible life in which the odds were overwhelmingly
against it that suddenly existentialism became a pervasive philosophy.
Because existentialism tells you a wonderful lie--which is that
you can do something today that violates all history; that you
can reverse your own momentum; that your own past has nothing
to do with what you decide to do today or tomorrow; you can change
it all. Or the history of the world has nothing to do with what
tomorrow gives the world. That's a wonderful theory--if you are
a French existentialist in the underground, where because of history's
momentum--the odds--you haven't got a chance. If you believe,
you die happy. But it's a lousy theory except in that situation.
Well, all the philosophies that we have developed have developed
out of real-life situations. Plato comes after the events which
bring him about; he's a necessary response."
reading Paul Celan with the worldlit
the original goes
bei der ich zu Gast
gewesen sein werde, ein Name,
von der Mauer,
an der eine Wunde hochleckt.
World to be stuttered after
in which I will have been
sweated down from the wall
a wound licks up high.
to be stuttered by heart
shall have been a guest, a name
from the wall
a wound licks up.
i have no german... so am stuck
with the two seriously divergent translations...
Monday, May 03, 2004
for Godot -- Act 1ESTRAGON:
Use your intelligence,
Vladimir uses his intelligence.
... because it reminds a teacher of his
own shortcomings... because it didn't have to be this way...
how much really bad poetry can a person
be expected to write... to read... ? (a cry from the depths)
it's a frosted morning... still full
of birdnoise... and two young deer who think we might be friends...
one tries to follow us... i ask dom if i can keep it... he is
not amused... we are kind of quiet this morning... not that there's
anything wrong with that... what is that bird?
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