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I want a new Arms race. Let us invent protection, and let us disinvent harmseeking. The Taser is a step in the right direction, but it is easily abused. The technology imagined in Damon Knight’s “Rule Golden” SEEMS impossible, but much less impossible than when Knight dreamed it up, around the time I was born. I hope he will prove to be prescient on that score.

Then there are branches, the arms of trees. They take away the Cee from Cee-Oh-Two, and we continue breathing. Plant Earth, Friends! Race you the world round!

Words:

Perhaps it is correct to hug a tree
Lay down our arms or drop them in the sea
And grow a hateless horde with hearts that soar
Now let us uninvent the col de mort
‘Tis tantamount to Lazarus, Come Forth

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My poor and darling Denise has sustained a spiral fracture of her leftmost metatarsal. Earlier this week I tried giving her some relief by supporting the weight of her lower leg with mine. It was not all that successful, relief-wise, but proved usable fodder for journal-paging, especially since I occasionally update my Facebook status with “Further Adventures of Denise and Gary.”

Words:

brace for impact fragile lamb
Ouch is YES and Ah is no
keen with pain & shout with Damn
Now there’s bruising toe to toe

Note that there’s a bit of poetic license here. Denise does not “keen with pain.” She is quite the trouper, bearing great pain with little outward reaction. I on the other hand am a Big Baby. I yelp, holler, whine, scream, and cry at the slightest provocation.

What did I mean by “ten-A-cious”? Look carefully at the lettering descriptive of our extremities and you will find a column of the letter A, ten deep.

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Readers of the last blog post will recall that I tried, and did not quite succeed, to capture my friend and fellow poet Bob Kabchef’s visage on paper. As a portraitist, when I misfire I have a choice: move on, or get back on the horse and try again. It is ALWAYS better to try again, though fear of repeated failure hangs like a wet-sodden cloud over the fragile-egoed creator’s head.

Here is my second try, with a double acrostic inspired by something Bob posted, seeing an early draft of it: “Speaking of chefs….. A lot of folks hesitate when confronted with the challenge of saying my last name – Kabchef. It’s not really that tough. Just think “Cab” and “Chef” Now say them together and you’ve got it. I sometimes tell folks that if TaxiCook is any easier for them, I’ll answer to that too. When my grandad came here to escape WWI, immigration whittled down Kabachieff to Kabchef. We Kabchefs don’t have a fancy Coat of Arms. We’re so poor, our coats don’t even HAVE arms.” That gave me a grin, and “Taxi Cook” it was. The words:

The nations are assembled choc-a-bloc
And Poets wrestle with the Despot–so
Xerography’s recorded–ONE Li Po
Is worth a thousand Xerxes who would mock

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Here is a not-quite-successful go at capturing the face of a Facebook friend of mine, at his request. His real jaw is much less like Mussolini’s, and there is enough inaccuracy in this and that detail to make me want to try, try again. I will some fine day. Meanwhile you might find more of the man in the words than the draughtsmanship.

On the left is an acrostic of his name, and on the right an acrostic of “Arcade,” his nom de guerre.

Bob Kabchef words:

Bashful? Ha! Give us a break
Belly up and Studebake–a
Oneness with a fruited shrub
O Citrus like a mint vee-dub
Belemonliming every branch
But will Lime Stanley do Lime Blanche
Brusque and wise and nowise bluff
Bravos due his Righteous Stuff

Arcade words:

Ask for an arena
Roped and carabinered
Catch a pirate’s scene here

 

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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?