Tuesday, October 31, 2023

Being a 'Possum Must be Rough - an amusing little poem about a 'possum and a dachshund

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Being a ‘Possum Must be Rough

 

A Dachshund’s Night Patrol

 

Being a ‘possum can only be rough

Dragged all over the yard by a dachshund

A furious dachshund half its size

Until it collapses into a faint

 

And unconscious cannot see the absurdity

Of this old man chasing the dachshund all over the yard

Explaining that the ‘possum is a beneficent species

Demanding obedience, and receiving none

 

It’s not at all biblical, but even so

I command the dog to let my ‘possum go

 

(No ‘possums were harmed in the making of this minor marsupial motion picture)

Short Shrift, Long Shrift, Everybody's Gotta Shrift - nonsense

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Shrifts, All Sizes

 

One hears of someone getting a short shrift, of course

But where does he get a shrift? At Amazon?

And are there any long shrifts available,

Fashioned in Sri Lanka or Honduras?

 

I have never felt the need for a shrift

Pajamas are just fine for me, thank you

But if I had one it would need to be

A long shrift, please, since I am rather tall

 

On the subject of shrifts

 

I don’t mean to be a bother or a bore

But can I buy one cheap at the local shrift store?

Saturday, October 28, 2023

The October Squirrel Festival - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The October Squirrel Festival

 

For Jerry Nobles, of Happy Memory

Our Town Pharmacist and a Joyful Friend

 

Squirrels!

 

They’re up the trees; they’re down the trees

They swarm each other just like bees

They’re up the oak; they’re down the pine

They really need a traffic fine

 

Dachshunds!

 

Our outraged pups – they yap and bark

While chasing squirrels all over the park

Dachshunds are usual merry and curious

But with squirrels they are fast and furious

 

But not fast enough

 

Cats!

 

Tuxedo-Cat, all proper and prim

Watches the others with a face all grim

Common Morning Glory

 


Taking a Stab at Cultural Appropriation - a brief essay

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

mhall46184@aol.com

 

Taking a Stab at Cultural Appropriation

On the morning of 28 October I happened to see Crystal Greenberg reporting the news via MSNBC. I noticed on a shelf behind her what appeared to be a Roman gladius, a short military sword.  The handle seemed in appropriate condition for its age but the blade may have been a wooden or plastic replacement to demonstrate the appearance of the original. I infer that Miss Greenberg has a fondness for studying history and was given or legally purchased this ancient Roman artifact. This speaks well of her varied interests.

However, given the political / cultural disagreements of the past few years the question must now be asked: is this an occasion of cultural appropriation? Can Miss Green document her Roman ancestry in order to possess this artifact legally or at least ethically? Is this gladius a looted artifact that should be returned to the descendants of the long-ago people who manufactured it?

Yes, I'm being snarky. Miss Green appears to be professional and ethical in her reporting, and I very much appreciate her obviously good care of an ancient artifact. Indeed, I am somewhat envious; I would like very much to have a gladius in any condition.

But as St. Thomas More says to the Duke of Norfolk in A Man For All Seasons, "I show you the times." Our country's museums were quite wrong in collecting the remains of First Nations peoples, and although perhaps originally well-intentioned in their displays of clothing, domestic appliances, horse trappings, blankets, and tools it is quite right that now all these things should be return to their proper custodians.

But everything that is manufactured is the product of a culture or series of cultures, a time, and a place. Many pocketknives have been excavated among other debris at the Little Bighorn, evidence of Custer’s soldiers desperately using them to extract the jammed soft-copper shells from their overheating rifles. The presence of these knives in an American museum is just right, but what of a pre-historic bone knife found in a dig in, say, Syria. Whose is it? Who decides? What about a rusty British army pocketknife plowed up in a field in Belgium? What is the cutoff date for determining rightful possession, and what are the geographical borders and boundaries?

Should Turkey return Constantinople (which they are pleased to call Istanbul) to the Greeks?

Indignant accusations of cultural appropriation has become a self-destructive fashion reflecting jealousy and insecurity, and the illogic of the very concept eludes many people. Eyeglasses, for instance, can be argued as having been invented in China or one of the Italian states (Italy didn’t exist until the 19th century) around 1300, and possibly by our busy Romans 2,000 years ago. It does not thus follow that no one but Chinese or Italians should be permitted to wear eyeglasses.

Cultures blend; the dialectic of thesis / antithesis / synthesis is what make civilization dynamic. Without the interplay of music, art, science, literature, engineering, medicine, and all the other practices of cultures enriching each other we would decline into a series of isolated museums of unimaginative peoples clinging to a closed loop of non-progress.

I am happy that Miss Greenberg owns an ancient Roman gladius (the length of whose blade might be illegal where she lives). It is because she is not a Roman that she is more empowered to share another culture around the metaphorical table at which we all may feast.

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Wednesday, October 25, 2023

This Bird in the Hand is Also the Bird in the Bush - photograph of a stunned cardinal, and there is a happy ending

The spouse-person found this poor thing semi-conscious on the front porch. Apparently it had bashed its head against the glass door. I took a pair of gloves and rescued the bird, placing it gently in a rose bush.  The bird did not want to let go of the glove and so I left glove and bird in a safe place.  Apparently the bird recovered, for an hour later it was gone.




Monday, October 23, 2023

The Stone, the Shell, and the Lance - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The Stone, the Shell, and the Lance

 

-Wordsworth, Prelude, Book V, line 70 and following

 

Mathematics were always quarried stones to me

A chaos of integers, carries, and sums

Cascading down a dusty, crumbling slope

And piled up as a useless heap of rubble

 

But words, layered words, curving and dancing words

Are shimmering shells in stilly tidal pools

There waiting for my eyes, my thoughts, my speech

To play them, work them, hold them as chalices of truth

 

And the lance? The knight, he wields his wicked lance

Only to herd poor prisoners into algebra

Sunday, October 22, 2023

Creation Sings Hatikvah - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Creation Sings Hatikvah

 

The Torah unrolls in a soft, whispered wind

The wanderer finds shade under its protection

The scholar refreshes himself with its words

The nations sit and attend to its truths

 

Creation sings Hatikvah, sings our Hope

 

The voice of God is in the whispered wind

His Words from before the first ever dawn

Flowing through the Beginning and even now

A blessing upon Jerusalem, upon the world

 

Creation sings Hatikvah, sings our Hope

 

Our voices too are in the whispered wind

The Torah unrolls for us in a whispered wind

 

Creation sings Hatikvah, sings our Hope

Sunday, October 15, 2023

A Tale of Herschkowitz - a very brief narrative

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

A Tale of Herschkowitz

 

602nd Tank Destroyer Battalion

 

My father, who was a master sergeant in the Second World War, told this story of one of his armored car’s crew, Herschkowitz. Towards the end of the war, probably in the area of Zwickau, Herschkowitz was flirting with some pretty German girls. This was probably one of the sanest moments in Europe in 1945.

 

Later my father said, “Herschkowitz, I didn’t know you spoke German.”

 

Herschkowitz replied, “I don’t, sergeant, but I know Yiddish and we all understood each other pretty well.”

 

Thus endeth the lesson.

 

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Wednesday, October 11, 2023

"Choose You This Day Whom You Will Serve"

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

“Choose You This Day Whom You Will Serve”

 

“…for whom war was a fresh terror and the corpses of real people…”

-Matti Friedman, Who by Fire: Leonard Cohen in the Sinai

 

A little child ripped from her dead mother’s arms

          Is not a petition for border adjustments

A grandfather murdered while waiting for the bus

          Is not a parliamentary point of order

Teenagers stripped, raped, beaten, tortured, and shot

          Are not cool chants in a university quad

A rotting fragment of a beheaded baby

          Is not someone’s tee-shirt slogan

An elderly woman still marked from Buchenwald

          Is a child of God, not a bargaining chip

 

No deflections

No whatabouts

No evasions

No excuses

 

No


Choose you this day whom you will serve.

Sunday, October 8, 2023

7 October 2023 - Anger and Futility

                                                                          7 October 2023

Must Anne Frank be murdered again and again? I cannot write anything meaningful today; I can only sputter in anger and futility.

 

“A voice was heard in Ramah, lamentation, weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.”

 

St. Matthew 2:18

Sunday, October 1, 2023

Nazi Canada? - weekly column, 1 October 2023

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

Nazi Canada?

Nazi Canada? Of course not.

Canadian P.M. Justin Trudeau is not a Nazi. He presents himself as a vulgar, privileged jerk but he is not a Nazi. And one would like to think he loves his nation, one of the freest and most generous on earth. His groveling apology last week for the purported Nazi insensitivity of other Canadians is thus inexplicable.

Recently the Speaker (now former Speaker) of Parliament, Anthony Rota, had occasion to welcome Volodymyr Zelensky, the president of Ukraine. The Speaker got it into his head that he would add to the occasion by inviting for one of those now tiresome shout-outs a Canadian citizen, 98-year-old Yaroslav Hunka, who was born in Ukraine and fought against the Russian Communists in the Second World War.

A problem is that when Stalin, Hitler’s ally against the Western democracies, was betrayed by his old comrade he turned to the Western nations for help. Thus, the perverse Stalin was a Nazi ally when that was useful for him and a Western ally when that was useful for him. In 1945 he turned back again against the Western nations who had saved the Soviet Union. But the unhappy fact remains that Communist Russia was our ally for a time. Further, Mr. Hunka fought against Communists but with a Nazi unit.

The Speaker of the Canadian Parliament presumably has a well-paid staff to assist him in learning about such matters, but in the event Mr. Rota naively invited a poor old man with a dodgy background to be presented in Parliament without doing a routine background check.

This is embarrassing and should never have happened. However, it reflects a moment of carelessness, not Nazi sympathies in Canada.  One might find a few village-idiot “stormtroopers” waddling around and shouting in the streets, but they reflect only stupid choices by stupid individuals. They are not Canada. Canadians sing that they are “the true north strong and free.” They mean it.

An apology is appropriate, but only for carelessness in background checks.

The accusation given is that Canada is sodden with a poor history of accommodating Nazism.

Apparently few if any have chosen to defend Canada with the facts:

When Nazi Germany invaded Poland, Canada was one of the first nations to declare war. At that time Canada had a standing army of 4,500 men and some 50,000 reservists, no modern equipment, only 20 combat aircraft, and a navy of 6 destroyers. [http://www.warmuseum.ca/cwm/exhibitions/chrono/1931goes_to_e.html].

From 1939 – 1945 approximately 1.1 million Canadian men and women, out of a total of 10 million citizens, joined the services and fought Nazism and Japanese imperialism. This does not include the Canadians who served with the United Kingdom, other Commonwealth nations, or the United States.

According to Library and Archives Canada [Service Files of the Second World War - War Dead, 1939-1947 - Library and Archives Canada (bac-lac.gc.ca)], 24,525 Canadian soldiers, 17,397 RCAF airman, and 2,168 RCN sailors were killed in action. These numbers do not include civilians and Canada’s Merchant Marine, nor do they include those wounded in body and soul.

Newfoundland, not then part of Canada, lost approximately 1,000 men and women in the several services, including those of Canada, the United Kingdom, and the United State [Newfoundland in World War II | World War II Database (ww2db.com)].

Over 50,000 Canadians and Newfoundlanders died fighting Nazism - and yet Mr. Trudeau ignores them while apologizing for Canada’s purported Nazi sympathies.

One 98-year-old former Nazi was erroneously given a shout-out in Parliament, and now the Canadian government is collectively calling for smelling salts.  In all of this self-abasement and drama no one seems to remember all the Canadian and Newfoundland soldiers, sailors, airmen, coast guardsmen, Marines, and merchant seamen who were killed in action against young, tough Nazis Newark-bent on global domination.

In 1914 Lawrence Binyon, a British poet, wrote a poem, “For the Fallen,” some of whose lines are to be found on British, Canadian, Newfoundland, and even American memorials, and quoted every Armistice Day / Remembrance Day / Veterans’ Day as a tribute to those who died fighting tyranny:

 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

 

But in the last few weeks Mr. Trudeau and the Canadian Parliament seem to have forgotten them after all.

 

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Draining the Blood of Humans at Twilight - rhyming doggerel

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