From Memory

“The Second Coming,” poem by W. B. Yeats, http://www.poetryfoundation.org.

Yeats, like Shelley in “Ozymandias,” associates folly and tyranny and self-aggrandizement with the desert lands. That happens to be where the trio of stern monotheisms were “revealed”: I’m the Only One, etc. Joan Didion borrowed a phrase from the poem for the
title of her book of essays, “Slouching Towards Bethlehem.” In Yeats’s poem, the monster traversing the desert sands “moves its slow thighs.” That understated way of describing its locomotion is packed with power. It conveys spooky massiveness along with portent and menace. Everything in this short poem vibrates with resonance for me. I’ve carried it in my head effortlessly for years. (I have to periodically refresh others I’ve memorized by reciting them over the kitchen sink!) Yeats ends with a query similar to that of Dorothy Parker, who is said to have asked regularly, “What fresh Hell is this?” Also, the poem reminds me of Ezra Pound’s comment: “Literature is news that stays news.”

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“Shirtless”

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Didactic Doggerel

Space-Ball

Note: Merkanooka is in Australia. Seguin, a town in Texas, is pronounced “suh-GHEEN.” Turley is in Oklahoma.

A space-ball fell from nowhere on Namibia,
A place more noted for a fossil tibia.

Another one, the Merkanooka ball
From Gemini, no mystery at all,

Held water for the astronauts to drink.
This latest one I don’t know what to think.

A Turley lady got a noggin-knock
From sky junk happily not hard as rock.

The Phobos-Grunt Mars probe that has been stuck,
A fourteen-ton colossus out of luck,

Will make a very hard landing not far
From where I hope that only oceans are.

A Delta rocket needed a latrine,
And dropped its waste from Saudi to Seguin.

A nuked-up Russian bird ran all amuck
And slammed the Arctic like a hockey puck.

This litter from the heavens makes me mutter:
How on earth to dodge the rain of clutter?

The slogan of Texas, “Don’t mess with me,”
Excludes the mess from space, apparently.

The only remedy I know of, fellas,
Is carrying some mighty stout umbrellas!

References:
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/45770560/ns/today-today_tech/t/mysterious-space-ball-
crashes-down-namibia-grasslands/#.TvSRPTUS2Ag
http://www.space.com/9708-worst-space-debris-events-time.html
http://www.ndtv.com/article/world/man-escapes-as-satellite-piece-crashes-through-roof-
160651

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“Physical person”

Law school was where I first met the term “physical person.” It puzzled me initially: What person would not be “physical”? That started my education about the bizarre legal fiction that asserts corporations to be people with rights and privileges similar to yours and mine. Its latest twist is the 2010 “Citizens United” decision. That’s context for this somewhat coldblooded, but astute, quip by Timothy Egan:

“A corporation will never be a citizen until you can execute one in Texas.”

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Tentative Signage

Kinda There –>
<– A Little Bit Yonder

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Happy Words

Alabama Law, 1839:
“An Act to Suppress the Evil Practice of Carrying Weapons Secretly”
Adverteasement For Staying Powder:
“Taters, Maters, Boodang Pudd’n, Black Strap ‘Lasses”

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Happy Words

Better heathen I.
Find your niche and scratch it.
Chainsaw of life.
Sucker the needy.

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Idle Doggerel

When a man named Bakker
Meets his Makker
He’ll get ice cream and cakke
In the Lord’s Accre.

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Happy Words

Me neither. You too?
Go ahead, make my tea.
“If you can’t be funny, be interesting.” (Harold Ross)
Your what?

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Signage

Been Rode:
Ain’t –>
<– Done

Poppy:
Seed –>
<– Cock

For:
Given –>
<– Bidden

Away:
This –>
<– That

Do:
Nothings –>
<– Gooders

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