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.

-30-

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

“Now, Therefore, Write for Yourselves This Song” - poem

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