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Much of what is wrong with American politics is unfolding for view during the confirmation of a new Supreme Court Justice. I will not name the nominee here, because, according to the Republican Party of 2016, who are pushing this confirmation through as fast as they can, this confirmation shouldn’t even be taking place. This is an election year, GOP2016 said, and we must let the people decide. One of their number, Lindsey Graham,went so far as to say that if the Republicans were in power in 2020, and a vacancy for the court occurred before the election, there ought to be no NOMINATION, let alone Confirmation, until Inauguration. (Odd rhythm to that phrase!) “Use this against me!” he said. And now he’s betrayed his old self, and the country as well.

But it’s not all him, nor them. Why wasn’t a BIPARTISAN APPEAL made to honor the memory of Ruth Bader Ginsburg by a sincere attempt to select a candidate that both parties could live with–and THEN wait for the election to be over and the Inauguration to take place? RBG, who fought so valiantly for all of us, had stated as her dying wish that she did not want her replacement to be nominated until after the inauguration. Surely in all the land, there is at least ONE lady or gentleman who would have filled the bipartisan-acceptance bill, and then there would be no need for a pre-election rush. Alas, as far as I can tell, no such attempt was made.

2020 1021 rbg

Robbing graves, Republicans?
Reneging and then Blaming?
Retribution rears its head–
Repent, or there’ll be Shaming.

When I was a young father and my child was a toddler, something often happened after her bath. Her mother would swaddle our child in a towel and call out “Is the Bundle Receiver ready?” and I would answer “READY. Where’s…BUNDLE?”

My child, looking a little like a nomad. would walk into the living room. “HERE’s Bundle!” she would chirp.

“WHAT is your Pleasure, Bundle?”

“TWIRL.”

“Is…Butt…adequately covered?” At this, she would do a quick about-face and reveal that her hindquarters were, indeed, covered.

“Very well. I shall SCOOP you UP.” And I would sweep her off her feet into my arms and, slowly at first, spin around, and as I went faster and faster, I would say “OooooooooooohhhhhHHHHHH…..WHEEEEEEEEEEEeeee…” until I had gone as fast as Safety would allow. She would be giggling like crazy. I would slow, slow some more, and then stop, much in the manner of a Merry-Go-Round. Then I’d carefully set her on her feet and we would both wander in a dizzy slight stupor.

Naturally, when the Inktober prompt turned up Dizzy, I thought of this cherished father-daughter ritual, and the page practically drew itself.

2020 1019 inktober dizzy

Flytrap, trapdoor, shut your trap, Trappist monk, claptrap, you can Rhomb Us but you can’t Trap a Zoid–got Trap trapped in the echoey confines of my brainpan. A labyrinth, an ambush, a spider’s web, a roach hotel, the human body itself–Traps are everywhere. They might keep us agile; they might keep us from Freedom.

2020 1018 inktober trap

Here is an odd approach to an image: quote some song lyrics, and illustrate something related to the lyrics but not directly illustrative of the lyrics. I did the drawing first, and then heard the song in my head, and realized that the last words of the song would add a touch of Storminess to the page.

2020 1017 inktober storm

This time around I decided to have a little fun with some mid-20th-century examples of rocketry, and find other, non-rocketry examples of things with similar names. It’s a good drawing EXERCISE, but not necessarily a good DRAWING, but later drawings will I hope be better because I went through these motions today.

2020 1016 inktober rocket

When I was a child I read about the frontier in history books, and saw The Final Frontier unfold in 1966. And in science fiction, three words from Robert Heinlein’s The Star Beast stuck with me forever: “Space is vast.” Three short words have spawned a gushing river of thought.

Components of modern outposts are crafted on Earth and then flung into Space, and we endlessly wonder what friends or foes or indifferent Others are out in that vastness.

2020 1015 inktober outpost

A long time ago I read Madeleine L’Engle’s A Swiftly Tilting Planet, which included a prayer of sorts, ending with

…the lightning with all its rapid wrath,
And the winds with the swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness:
All these I place,
By God’s almighty help and grace,
Between myself and the powers of darkness.

Today’s Inktober prompt is Armor. And what better Armor that the elements themselves? So I drew, not the elements, but crystal-like metaphors for them, to surround my person in need. I then looked up L’Engle to get the quotation right, and was flabbergasted to find that she had derived her invocation from something now referred to as…Saint Patrick’s Breastplate!

Instead of L’Engle, then, I included phrases from the original, in the original language. Up top it says “attomriug indiu,” which means “I bind to myself today.” “fudomna mara” is “the depth of the sea,” and so forth. I faked some uncial calligraphy for the phrases, intending to lend a mystic-incantation aura to the image.

2020 1014 inktober armor