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I borrowed the title for this post from a book called ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, an account of the first years in America of George Papashvily. It was his chapter about the United States military in favorable contrast to the Czar’s Army.

Yesterday’s post also involved the American military, but I felt there was more to say.

Long ago Robert Heinlein was invited to contribute to a radio program called “This I Believe.” His radio address may be found in EXPANDED UNIVERSE and also in GRUMBLES FROM THE GRAVE, and an audio may be found on the Internet if you look well enough. Quoth Heinlein, among many other things: “I believe in Rodger Young.”

Here’s a link to find out why: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodger_Wilton_Young

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Armistice words:

Across the world, conflict’s rife
Riots, war–devalued life.
Mission: Vengeance–plan: Survival
Instant Grievance–woes archival.
Sighing on
The Widow’s Walk
In despair, the Loved Ones knock
Cautiously on doors with Hope
Ever seeking Peace with Scope

Soldiery words:

Sacrifice and valor
Often lead to death
Lose a son or pal, or
Dad–tears wrack your breath
It’s a tragic thing, yet
Every age has Fallen
Rights and Freedom we get,
Yes, and Grief to haul in.

 

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Here are two poems, calligraphed and lightly illustrated, that I wrote in response to challenges posed in a Facebook poet’s group I belong to. One challenge was to write a poem using a title that was provided. The other challenge was to demonstrate or evoke an emotion; bonus points were given for not telling the reader what the emotion was, and the reader being able to tell.

A “twofer” challenge for you who read this: which poem goes with which challenge? and which emotion is demonstrated?

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Who are these guys? Classmates at Glendale High School. Then I was Steve’s classmate at Glendale Community College. Then I was Tom’s classmate at the University of Arizona. Then I was best man at Steve’s wedding. Then Tom was best man at my wedding, and Steve was the official photographer and videographer, insisting that he not be paid.

They have both gotten me out of a jam. They have both seen me at my worst, with the Gambling Monkey on my back. They’ve both been the best friends money can’t buy. And they both just celebrated their birthday on August the Second.

I love Steve and Tom. Life would be much bleaker without them, though we’ve all three of us faded into the background from time to time. Here’s to them:

STEADFAST buddies are the best
Two such do my life well Bless
Ever Friends Indeed when I
Ventured out of realms benign
Even with a Vortex swirling both of them have proven Sterling

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This August 3rd morning I was scheduled to work solo at the Village Gallery from 10 to 2, which really means 9:45 to 2:05, since the cash register must be counted before opening the doors, and the baton must be passed to the relief before leaving. But it was a quietish day and I had plenty of time to sketch–and we artists are encouraged to practice our art during our shifts, busy-ness permitting. Consequently, by the time I left the gallery, I had the above image, which hadn’t even been a twinkle in my eye when I’d arrived.

First there was doodling, keeping the “Op Art” movement of about half a century ago in the back of my mind, but also bacterial or fungal growth. I used loopy/circular shapes and outlined the bejabers out of them, inside and out. By 11 AM the graphite “fungus” had spread throughout the scratch paper I was putting it on.

I then employed the shop copier to make a copy, leaving room to put the original in the blank extra space to make a copy of the copy and the original, upside down relative to the copy. This is a bit of a nod to Andy Warhol and his instant-motif image multiplicities.

The image needed a lot of embellishment to make it interesting. It also lacked soul; it had no more soul than wallpaper. So I hearkened back to my coloring-book days and filed in some of the whorls, first with highlighter (which smudged a little, and all to the good: I wanted to avoid the sterility of perfect fill-in) and then with mechanical pencil.

I still had “Op Art” in the back of my head, and, being stuck in the 60’s, it also occurred to me that with a snazzy bit of lettering, the image had poster possibilities. What to call it? Well, when I was doing the fill-in I imagined elements in the two panels being compelled toward each other–and the color choice and selectivity of the fill-in thus reflects a sort of yearning that almost everything that lives has in it. So “Yearning” would be a good title, and–bonus–by following the same drawing rules I’d (rather arbitrarily) decided on when I started, I could pull out “ye” (you) and “i” for a bit of found-art spice. I did the same thing with signature and date, yellowing “W ow” (Wow) and “Au” (chemical symbol for Gold).

Is it Art? Does it Work?

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Medieval to Modern & tin to iridium
Evolvement takes choices & acts to ignite
Perhaps Good & Evil are more than a construct
Have KA to personify Desiderata
In meeting the challenge of Climb-To-the-Top
Some hands may be gript in an Evil one’s clutch
The pilgrim might Shake become timid let go
or grab at a chance for the conquest of fear

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I hope to finish this well, and well before the end of the month. I have read MR’s Life Is Too Short, and I’ve just heard about a documentary about elder abuse that features the sad story of his latter life, Last Will and Embezzlement. I think I will need to see the documentary to properly inform the page, since I’m going to draw a current-as-possible him above the “Rooney” on the right.

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I may well just sign this page and be done with it, but that’s because the task of summing up Loretta Young’s bizarre life is so intimidating. Did you know, O Reader, that she had Clark Gable’s child? I didn’t till just this week, though I saw her descend a staircase several times when I was a little kid.

The post is called “Mephisto, Mickey, and Sweet Loretta” because it sounded peppy and it reminded me of Neil Young’s “Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and Me.” The “Sweet Loretta” part owes its existence to a line in “Get Back” by the Beatles. (And Loretta Young was sweet sometimes…)

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Here I imagine the eponymous flowers with a mist of free-floating memories, hard to see but there.

Words to the triple acrostic:

FORMERLY: meant something then
O so BE IT: means Amen
Recently I dreamed an auto
Got a winning numbered Lotto
Ending strife without complaint
Takes an easy-tempered saint

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So there were Loretta Young and John Larroquette, minding their own business, when along I come and transvestize them, because I noticed that slight changes to their last names would do the trick. I hope they and/or their spirits mind less about that than I did when it was done to me. (A female so-called friend of mine put my head on a “princess” body as an action figure in a video game. I have forgiven her, but there was a rift. Guess I’m not, or was not, all that secure in my masculinity…?)

Quoth Bob Dylan, in “Things Have Changed”:

Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag
Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove…

And of course there are J. Edgar Hoover and Muammar Gaddafi and David Bowie and Marlene Dietrich and heart-stopping mustachioed Gwyneth Paltrow and certain of my widening circle of friends who hail from San Diego…

As for Alcoholism, John Larroquette is more than 30 years sober, and the closest Loretta Young came to it was falling for Spencer Tracy. But I tip my tipsy-hat to my grandfather with the line “Booze O Booze you’ve been my guess” because he was found of declaiming

Booze, O Booze, you’ve been my guest
You’ve often made me lose my rest
You’ve often made me wear old clothes
But since you are so near my nose
I’ll drink you down–and down she goes.

Here are, with some annotation, the two sets of words to the two double acrostics:

Gender Bender

Gum-fill the Cup & with a hepfull Dweeb
Enjoin the maiding habits of the grebe
Nun of above belowdex app’d to swoon
Divining Atlas’d Cloudscape for your wound
Enlightingsource may seize [or cease] us to revere
Raw-skulled NICK of the NITE-MITE bring us Cheer

Line One is a riff on Omar Khayyam’s “Come, fill the Cup, and in the light of Spring…” Line Four is an oblique hommage to the movie version of Cloud Atlas and its gender-reassigned co-creator Lana (formerly Larry) Wachowski. Line Six has, I trust, the worst-yet pun based on Raskolnikov.

Line Five has a quantum split in it, depending on whether you choose “Seize” or “Cease.” This is what comes of watching dozens of episodes of FRINGE.

Bender Sender

Booze O Booze you’ve been my guess
Engendering devolv’d finesse
Nun of above avail to moon
Deciduously treed and goon’d
Erelong we’ll be hung over here
Regaining thirst of pitchered Beer

Note the similarity of Line Three to Line Three of “Gender Bender.” Like the rug in THE BIG LEBOWSKI, it sort of “ties the room together.”

“Moon” in Line Three, and “Hung over” in Line Five, are meaning-optional.

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Hummingbirds get my vote for most amazement per pound. They’re swoopy and freeze-framey and often iridescent, and I love it when one shows up.

Here are the words to the iambic-septametric double acrostic:

Bodacious Sugar-Water hits the spot like half&half
It’s rocket fuel to take a guy as high as a giraffe
Right now this little roustabout has hit the motherlode
Determined to drink up till he’s as gravid as a toad
& soon he’s fully on his way with energy to spare
A happy hovercraft who goes with glee out on a tear