The Poem of as-Samau’al (Mid-6th Century AD): Verses 1-5

1 ‘iḏā-l-mar’(u) lam yadnas mina-l-lu’m(i) ^irḏ(u)-hu | fa-kull(u) ridā’(in) yartadī-hi jamīl(u)
2 wa-‘in huwa lam yaḥmil ^alaA-n-nafs(i) ḍaim(a)-ha | fa-laisa ‘ilaA ḥusn(i)-ṯ-ṯanā’(i) sabīl(u)
3 tu^ayyiru-nā ‘an-nā qalīl(un) ^adīd(u)-nā | fa-qultu la-hā ‘inna-l-kirām(a) qalīl(u)
4 wa-mā qalla man kānat baqāyā-hu miṯl(a)-nā | šabāb(un) tasāmā li-l-^ulā wa-kuhūl(u)
5 wa-mā ḍarra-nā ‘an-nā qalīl(un) wa-jār(u)-nā | ^azīz(un) wa-jār(u)-l-‘akṯar(īna) ḏalīl(u)

The poem starts by positing traits that support a claim to being honorable and to merit good praise. Those traits are upstanding conduct and a capacity for resisting (enduring?) personal injury. Then, responding to provocation voiced by a woman, the speaker launches into an extended glorification of his tribe which comprises the body of the poem.

The translation here is mine. The Arabic text is from A. J. Arberry, Arabic Poetry: A Primer for Students, Cambridge University Press, 1965. There are 22 verses. I’ve chosen to share my version in piecemeal fashion. Each segment will be seen to center roughly on a theme. This first segment deals with the small numbers of the speaker’s tribe.

1 When a person’s good name hasn’t been soiled from depravity, every garment he puts on is handsome.
2 And if he hasn’t borne injustice on the soul, there’s no way for him to be praised for excellence.
3 She insulted us saying we were lacking in numbers; I said to her, “The honorable are indeed few!
4 “Not trifling are those whose vestiges are the likes of us — youth which has scaled the heights, and old men, too.
5 “Tiny numbers don’t impair us when our confederate is powerful, while the confederate of most is puny.

Notes
(Unless otherwise noted, quotations are from Arberry.)
3 She insulted us: “Presumably the taunt was shouted by a woman accompanying into battle the warriors of a rival tribe.”
5 confederate: Following guidance in Lane, referenced by Arberry, I’ve settled on “confederate” in lieu of Arberry’s “kinsman” to express jār(un). The term denotes a person — relative or neighbor — with whom there exists a covenant of mutual protection.

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Sharon Olds: ‘I Want You Hour and Hour in My Line of Sight’

Sharon Olds’s poem is called “To You, from Your Secret Admirer,” and it’s part of the selection contained in Poetry April 2023. It’s the steamiest poem I’ve read since encountering Louise Labé in college French and learning the ramifications of baiser.

You can read the Olds poem here. Want a taste of it?

… I am so tired of not looking at you,
I want to gaze at you with a day-long
gaze. The barriers down! The doors off their
hinges! After coming, and coming,
as if with you, I miss you more.
I want you hour and hour in my line of
sight…

Those exclamation points are stirring! The poem supports a bias of mine that eroticism from the female pen is of a higher order of merit than the average on the scale of things worth paying attention to.

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Sharon Olds: ‘Nothing False Will Be Spoken’

I traversed Sharon Olds’s selection of poems in Poetry (April 2023) fresh in the morning and they entered me fluently, with almost no friction. It’s a rare and wonderful reading experience where POMAG fare is concerned. This has happened to me before with Olds. I seem to rock to this writer’s beat; the poetry in her verse hides in plain sight for me. It’s almost too easy to cherry-pick crystalline utterance from it:

… Nothing
false will be spoken, as if we have promised
each other the truth. I do promise you that,
I love to make you a promise. It is
an eros, and it is a bond — we are not
just flying around like electrons…
(“Golden Shovel: Our Faithfulness”)

A prejudice is an addiction, and it’s
contagious — parents infect their children…
(“Addiction Sonnet”)

… This morning, the story of this country
is being told again,
on the street corners, the story of destruction,
of race, and rage, the law choppers and the
news choppers are chopping…
(“Day of Demonstrations”)

… I love the way
his palms face backwards when he walks, with that cattleman
walk — and the curls at his nape, black
and silver-shot. I love his thick
neck! And the way his 3 o’clock shadow can’t
be told from the dirt he has been working in…
(“Mathematical Love Poem, With a Proof”)

The best cover so far this year. Credit Tré Seals, Cover Artist. The subheading “A Magazine of Verse” is new.

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‘All Good Writers Think They Suck’

My title quotes a spicy remark by Harlan Coben on a British talk show aired on March 24th. He continued: “Only bad writers think they’re good. We all get beat up. We all have impostor syndrome.”

Coben’s comments contrast pertly with his status in the vanishingly small coterie of writers who get rich from writing.

More nuanced is what Nobel laureate Louise Glück has said on the subject:

The fundamental experience of the writer is helplessness… Writing is not decanting of personality… Most writers spend much of their time in various kinds of torment: wanting to write, being unable to write; wanting to write differently, being unable to write differently. In a whole lifetime, years are spent waiting to be claimed by an idea.

Then she says this:

I use the word “writer” deliberately. “Poet” must be used cautiously; it names an aspiration, not an occupation. In other words: not a noun for a passport.

(Louise Glück, Proofs & Theories: Essays on Poetry, The Ecco Press, 1994)

Postcript — Coben continues: “The key is, try to get it down no matter what. Throw it up if you have to. Get a first draft down. Turn off the voice in my head that says I suck… Say to yourself, ‘I can always fix bad pages; I can’t fix no pages.’”

Translation: Embrace the suck.

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Foobar to Fix ‘They’

To automate Spanish verb conjugation with Java code I created variables to hold the gamut of subject pronouns available to English and Spanish. Here were the varieties of “you”:

String youS = null; // “you” singular familiar = “tú”
String YouS = null; //“you” singular polite = “usted”
String youP = null; // “you” plural familiar = “vosotros/as”
String YouP = null; // “you” plural polite = “ustedes”

Note the use of uppercase ‘Y’ for the Spanish polite forms. This suggests to me a way to handle “they” as it’s often used in contemporary discourse. Consider the following passage (my bolding):

You could say that CAConrad’s practice is a form of magical studies, a practice in dialog with the ineffable. As a poet, they enact the role of Magician and HIgh Priestess at once… These were the representational figures Conrad drew in a Tarot reading I gave them as they embarked on writing While Standing in Line for Death (2017), a book they wrote when they turned to writing and ritual to cure their depression after the murder of their boyfriend Earth.
(Hoa Nguyen, “On CAConrad: Pan-Dimensional Change Agent in Vibratory Communion,” Poetry, April 2023)

Every instance of they-them-their in the passage refers to one person. Merely capitalizing the forms (as done traditionally with “I”) could let them enact their plural essence when context smiled. Reimagine the passage as reflecting a partnership:

You could say that CAConrad’s and JMNerd’s practice is a form of magical studies, a practice in dialog with the ineffable. As poets, They enact the role of Magician and HIgh Priestess at once… These were the representational figures Conrad and Nerd drew in a Tarot reading I gave Them as They embarked on writing While Standing in Line for Death (2017), a book They wrote when They turned to writing and ritual to cure Their depression after the murder of Their friend Earth.

Is there a chance my solution will be adopted? Not a ghost of one; however, blasting it into the ether is intensely satisfying — like a dialog with the ineffable.

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If You Believe in ‘Random’ Words, Reconsider

Programming code as I understand it is language that tells a computer what to do. It has customarily been written by humans. I’ve written it.

Code has to be very literal and deliberate.The machine, traditionally, is clueless as a stump.

Of late, however, it’s being jiggered to look smart with generative AI. Among other things it can spout bull with the worst of us. It can screw you up and rip you off and create many blessings. The prospect makes a man nervous, and a little watchful.

My Java code involved a lot of string handling because I was modeling natural language to create interactive learning tools for high school Spanish students. Before that I had worked on other projects involving English, Spanish and Arabic.

I once felt the need for an algorithm that would generate random words to test for certain traits. I set out to write such a routine — a randomizer. Every approach I tried involved foisting some kind of pattern on the program logic. I could only simulate randomness, if at all.

I wonder if even a God could create true randomness? Would that be chaos? Lacking good answers, I have to believe there’s an insensible pattern to everything. Should that be comforting?

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Teacher Gets Schooled

I taught in a country high school in deep rural Texas. I was rubbish at it for 9 out of 10 years — mine is the discredit, I make no excuses. Teaching still gives me bad dreams: A roomful of disdainful students refuse to repeat the phrases I model for them. “Tell me why you’re not repeating!” I plead. They ignore me and chat among themselves.

I never aimed to teach, I’m just a learner, a simple man; I wanted to be a scholar. Throughout my own education my heroes were 19th-century philologists, lexicographers and translators.

The high school gig was conversational Spanish, strictly tangential to the “core curriculum” and the athletic calendar. I was known as sen-YORE. (My mother visited the class several times and she was referred to as “Senyore’s mother.”) Guitar perennially around my neck, I taught dozens of songs — Mexican, Cuban and Spanish ones. I flogged culture. I taught the battle cry of Father Hidalgo as I remembered it: ¡Viva nuestra señora de Guadalupe y mueran los gachupines! I explained that the “gachupines” were the descendants of Spaniards in Mexico who oppressed the native population. Death to the gachupines!

Carlos, a charismatic senior with a bright smile, asked me several times to model its pronunciation. I did so with clarion emphasis: gah-choo-PEEN-ace. He would echo what sounded like gotcha penis. We went through several iterations of this call-and-response until I noticed a ripple of merriment coursing through the classroom.

Snap. Gotcha penis.

It’s a good memory and makes me smile even today. You haven’t been properly set up and taken for a ride until you’ve been had by a clever adolescent.

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Stand Tall for the Third Amendment!

Detail, two untitled oils on canvas, 16×20 (JMN 2018).

“I will defend my Second Amendment right to use my musket to defend my Third Amendment right to never, ever allow a British soldier to live in my house.”

(Mark Russell, 1932-2023)

(Robert D. McFadden, “Mark Russell, Piano-Playing Political Satirist, Dies at 90,” New York Times, 3-30-23)

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A Jamaica in Texas

Me gusta vivir donde se celebran fiestas de esta índole. ¡Viva la raza humana! ¡Viva la harmonía! ¡Viva la compaginación de los pueblos! ¡Vivan los tamales hechos en casa!

San Luis Catholic Church in Yorktown will host its annual Jamaica April 23 at San Luis, 502 E. 2nd St. It will begin with Mass at 8 a.m. in the church. Mariachi music will be provided during the Mass. Breakfast items and menudo will be available after Mass.

A meal of carne guisada with rice and beans will be served from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. Plates, to-go or dine-in, will be $14 each. Hamburgers and homemade tamales will also be sold.

At noon, the Ballet Folklorico de Goliad will perform in the hall. Live entertainment will include Vertigo at 12:30 p.m., El Grupo Sensacion at 1:45 p.m., DJ David Guerrero at 2 p.m., Lone Pistolero at 4 p.m. and Fantazzia at 5:30 p.m. Also planned throughout the day are live and silent auctions, a generous raffle, bingo, country store, vendor booths, cake walk, children’s activities, horseshoes and cornhole tournaments.

(“San Luis Catholic Church plans annual Jamaica,” Victoria Advocate, late March 2023)

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‘I Am on the Side of Tears’

Duong Tuong (1932-2023), oil on canvas, 16×20 in. (JMN 2023). Poet and translator Duong Tuong translated nearly 60 foreign works into Vietnamese. They include works by Proust, Emily Brontë, Nabokov, Camus, Sartre, Céline, Chekhov, Murakami, Günter Grass and Tolstoy. Mr. Tuong said his most often quoted line, which could be used as his epitaph, was, “I am on the side of tears.” … The phrase represented his belief that it is the duty of all people to address the suffering, weakness and oppression in the world, and to “make the tears stop flowing.” (Seth Mydans, “Duong Tuong, Who Opened Western Works to Vietnamese Readers, Dies at 90,” New York Times, 3-9-23)

“All we can do now is pray.” Famous last words. Prayer is the recourse of the desperate when there’s no recourse. It’s the last croak from the isthmus of the fauces before humanity lies facedown in the mud.

When you finally spoke, it was to say nothing at all.

(Margaret Renkl, “An Open Letter to Governor Lee on the Slaughter of Our Children,” New York Times, 3-29-23)

Religion hangs decorator drapes in the recreation room of despair and discreetly draws them against the flames outside the window. Religion helps us go all dimpled and dappled like a Gerard Manley Hopkins epiphany while tots absorb bullets from the magazines of Hell.

“We can’t control what [wrongdoers] do,” [Tennessee governor] Bill Lee said.

(Mike Baker et al., “After Mass Shootings, Republicans Expand Access to Guns, New York Times, 3-30-23)

All we can do now is pray.

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