You could play The Lemon Tree and two clips of Ben and Donald as you read this 420 and contemplate whether this campaign season is impossible to eat, as in stomach.
is when a little guy goes around the less-peopled side of a big tree
and pees discretely as taught by his Daddy;
if it’s a lemon tree all’s the better- it likes the uric acid;
but it’s not ok when Presidential wannabes pee on trees
in front of everyone
w/ outrageous statements about Muslims and science that wind-up thusly:
“We cannot let it continue.” “We’re going to do something about it.”
Caveat 1: I began to fuss with the above 420 when I read about the anti-pee paint being used on buildings in San Francisco to discourage homeless men from peeing on them. The paint causes the urine to splash back. Really? Add insult to injury? How about finding them a shelter, an open-all-day urinal, a therapist, a job? (I know. I know. It’s hard living in moderate cities with lots of help agencies; homeless people flock there. But this paint is the devil it would seem.) Then I thought perhaps these candidates that spray their bullying venom around might benefit from some splash BACK. (Does NO one dare stand up and challenge them?) They’re certainly acidifying the atmosphere with their rhetoric; has anyone tested it for pH6? Perhaps their words would be good for lemon trees. We could take all the past and future speeches and bury them in lemon groves, and then they too would be officially impossible to eat, as Peter, Paul, and Mary were wont to say.
Caveat 2: Re-reading me thinks I could have captured Caveat 1 in a 420 instead of a verbal diatribe. But I’m steaming.
**Patty, one of we women who write, but you all know that
The “this must be stopped” phrase should be applied to the words the candidates are spewing. They are verbal winks to commit crimes me thinks. & it’s acidifying the air. (a 420 character 9-liner)
If anything qualifies as a throwback it’s both Ben Carson’s ideas on The Big Bang and the Big Bang itself–the latter literally, the former figuratively. He needs to check “Big History: The Big Bang, Life on Earth, and the Rise of Humanity” out of his local library, or buy it and listen to it on his campaign bus. (http://www.thegreatcourses.com/courses/big-history-the-big-bang-life-on-earth-and-the-rise-of-humanity.html) The lecturer is great. “Big History” is a study of “the past in all possible scales, from conventional history, to the much larger scales of biology and geology, to the universal scales of cosmology.” * It’s won all sorts of awards and is a great listen if you choose the Great Courses as a way to learn. The man I live with does this and he’s about the same age as the GOP presidential candidate (now, he WOULD make a good president, hmmmm..) which tells me that it’s possible to keep learning and thinking complicated stuff, something I’m not sure BC is doing. This course is taught by Professor David Christian, author of “Maps of Time: An Introduction to Big History” which won the 2005 World History Association Book Prize. The pix below shows what it looks like when a learner keeps learning: He gets the courses out of the Farmington Library and listens piecemeal on the way to work. Ben? Are you listening? I think not.
Another way to learn about this: https://school.bighistoryproject.com/bhplive
Persons, not migrants or refugees.
PEOPLE washed up on beaches;
stranded in train stations, deserts, roads, checkpoints.
Would that they were whales I bet the world would rivet.
But consider the dead 3-year-old Syrian boy from Kobane limp on a Turkish beach.
Because we know his name–Aylan Kurdi–the pictures of his lifeless body have gone viral
igniting at last a real conversation.
It took a name. Persons.
BBC has collected pictures that show that those of us that “have” are a razor wire away from those that don’t. http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-34137358
I bask in Luke’s talktalktalklaughlaughlaugh.
This is a boy who knows how to converse,
w/ his words highly relevant to their situation
& contingent upon one another. Also, he chortles w/ glee & mischief
like the Barred Owl who engaged us on that dirt road in the woods,
the one who swooped in, perched, peered,
& talked, responding to our “who cooks for you,”
following up on our words & bouncing joy right back.
These pictures were taken by Ray Belding, bird guru and a handy guy with a camera, who called in the Barred Owl on that dirt road by doing his “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?” in a rich baritone, thinking to call in a Pileated Woodpecker who responds to such. Instead, the chatty Barred Owl showed up and stayed for coffee.
Don’t be fooled: that Fox Republican Debate wasn’t such at all. Sound bites all ’round (except for Chris and Rand’s heated back and forth on NSA’s spying capabilities, an issue of substance) Luke and my Barred Owl could give lessons to the whole stage on how talk goes; and the perspective and boost a little joy can give too. (A 420 Character, 9-line poem by Patty)