Sunday, November 1, 2020

Something Political for November 2020

 There is usually a wafer of a firewall between my politics and art.  Hard to maintain that these days.  U.S. Attorney General Barr declared Seattle to be an "anarchist jurisdiction," for the purpose of extorting something with the threat of withholding federal money, or something.  It was silly, but not funny.  So, too, the poem.


Abcdarian Jurisdiction

 

Anarchy

Becomes us in Seattle,

Coming as it

Does with Nordic sense of order.

Effortless in

Fact. Who would have

Guessed? We make everything so

Hard as a matter of course.

I think we should thank Mr. Barr

Just this once. I

Know it seems so strange but

Little isn’t anymore. I

Mean he saw it on TV and

No one can doubt he had advice

On what an anarchist

Place would look like on the tube.

Quite frightening, I guess. I was

Remiss in not

Seeing the report on Fox

TV. It seems OK here though,

Unless I’m missing something

Vital, as I sometimes do.

We’ve all learned something new,

eXactly what I can’t yet say, but

You should know I love this chill

Zen Emerald City—anarchy & all.

 

Tardy Posting of the October 2020 Poem

 This one is based on a real set of memories of a short period of time many years ago.  


Hong Kong—First Approach

 

The ship pushed aside thickening new air,

Warm, damp, candied by the breath

Of people in precarious urban hives

On the musk green hillsides—

A caramel perspiration over

The fresh salt of open sea.

 

Flat glass and steel shards intimidate

The shore, rising like kept promises

Between the teeming bay

And the random ridgeline.

Stark puffs preen with quiet impudence

Across the brazen blue above.

 

A world uncanny that calls to me

“Welcome home.”