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URGENT FOR MY ABQ PEOPLE

This showed up on my friends’ list a little while ago from ziasummer , and I’m not sure how many of you are also on her list…please keep an eye peeled.

—————– Bulletin Message —————–
From: shorty
Date: Nov 7, 2008 11:41 AM

Most of you may already know by now that my daughter, Morghan Roberge-Bernard, is missing. I am frantic to find any information about her and her safety.

If you want to do something to help, then call every person you know and ask them if they’ve seen Morghan.

If they have then get the date, time, location and the name of the person to me or the people listed below ASAP!

If anyone has any info.

please call:

APD Investigator Spratley @ 924-6047
Case # 08-191655

I-800-THE-LOST
This is a 24/7 hotline that can take anonymous calls from blocked numbers.

Case # 1109533
When calling give them her name and case # then ask to speak with Maura or Charles.

Morghan Libby Roberge-Bernard
Age 17
height: 5 foot 6 inches
weight: 115 lbs.
ethnicity: white

description: She is a very pale skinned girl with blue eyes and glasses. Her hair is blond w/ brown streaks. She was last seen in blue jeans and an oversized hooded sweatshirt that is dark gray w/ colorful clown logos all over it. Morghan has scoliosis that has resulted in a small outward curve by her right shoulder. This is usually only noticable when she has a t-shirt on. She has no tattoos, piercings, scars, or other markings.

She was last seen downtown on 4th and iron Tuesday

Please help me find my daughter!

Most Sincerely,
Melissa Roberge


Two shows this week — mark your calendars, carve em into your arm…

Sunday night, DUENDE at the Poets’ Asylum.

6-9 pm
Jumpin’ Juice andJava
335 Chandler Street
Worcester MA

Wednesday night, me solo at Kafe Kerouac
Columbus (shouldn’t that be Kolumbus?), OH

Duende will be doing it up music and poetry style.  Already working on "editing" the text for the room (note to poets who think that’s censorship: frig you).  So sorry, gang — no "Last Word" this time. 

I won’t be editing for the Ohio show, though.  😉

AND!!!

tonight, I’ll be on The Eclectic Word , participating in a panel discussion on two topics:  "Is American Poetry Too Insular?" and a discussion of the relationship of poetry to current events.  8 PM EST.  Always a stimulating time!


The Wasp Queen

While some wasps
are solitary and have no leader,
birthing females and males by deliberate choice
in holes and crevices, others

survive by the dictates of a queen
who started the nest alone and then created
her country through her children:  one nation
under the eaves, in the crook of an azalea,

high up in an oak.
They do not mean to encroach on us, but they do,
so one day I took a pole saw and brought a nest down,
a paper ball damn near as big and grey as my head,

dropping it into a metal barrel. Before the war cloud
could form around us, my next door neighbor
laid down a stream of poison and we charged in,
poured gasoline into the barrel, and set it off.

Queen wasps aren’t much like bee queens:
they move, take part in the struggle, and are not less mobile
than others of their kind. 
When our fire came, it brought to her

a break from that responsibility: no time to assign
blame, no time to scour the landscape
for the ones who were far flung and far away,
calling them back to fight for one and all;

so I assume that as the heat took her,
crisped her into just one more shell
undistinguishable from the rest, she simply died
without a thought for all she’d made and lost.

The soldiers buzzed around for hours, angry
and small, untethered and willing to die
for something that no longer existed.  We watched and killed
when necessary, keeping the kids and pets indoors

until we were sure that all was right with our world.
Then, we ordered pizza, popped beers, congratulated ourselves
on a mission accomplished; not seeing that one survivor, one new queen,
in a bush not far from the ruins of the old world,

was chewing leaves,
making more pulp,
and preparing
to build again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From a writing prompt by louiserobertson  .


Hearing The Who

1. before I get old

my dad on the stairs:
"turn that
down!!!!"

he was right
it was loud
but he didn’t get that
it was Christmas loud

torn wrapping paper
shrieks of delight
lookit what’s in here

LOUD

2. but I’m one

it worked
when it wasn’t turned up, too

late at night
when I was supposed
to be sleeping

because lonely
is its own loud
and needs to be
drowned

3. I call that a bargain

I saw her close her eyes
when she faced the real me
and was glad I’d spent the money
on the album I’d chosen to play
that night

4.  cold sex and booze

had I known
how hard it was going to be
to turn into my father
I’d have listened more closely
to the lyrics
when I was young
before I became enamored
of passing pleasure
and before I learned
how hardened
my ears could become

5. endless wire

hand over hand
from the storm to the lifehouse
and all the way
the roaring in my head
the cables of bass
the swift knots of guitar
the stark breaking drums
the ripped angel voices
lifted me from black through blue
red
and now

gray


election thoughts: the abridged version

I’ve decided against posting the larger part of what I’ve written about the election and the current political situation.

I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut about certain things over the years, especially where it comes to politics and political action.  I’ve learned that you can get a lot more done under the radar than above it. 

When I looked back on what I’d written, I realized how much more of my own beliefs and actions I’d revealed than I am comfortable with revealing.  So — into the vaults it goes.

All I’m going to say is this:

I will not de-emphasize the importance of Barack Obama’s election to this country.  On so many levels, it represents an evolution of mass consciousness that is critical to our well-being and continued heatlh as a culture. 

But I will also not de-emphasize the fact that it represents a continuation of the status quo in a lot of other ways.  I’ve never been comfortable with the compromises, secret promises, and covert winking at corrupt practices that it takes to be a major party candidate on either side of the aisle.  While I have some hope that Obama may indeed be the kind of transcendent figure that can move beyond that, I will continue to be skeptical about that until I see some proof. 

In the long run, the single greatest issue this country faces is not terrorism, ecological degradation, economic meltdown, or the inequality of opportunity and rights for all.  Those, to me, are the symptoms of the larger issue, the Great Issue: that we regard the world as a choice between "either" and "or."  That we have reduced our own interpretation of the ideological spectrum to "pro" or "con," "left" or "right," "liberal" or "conservative," "Democrat" or "Republican." That we look at the positions of Obama and McCain and see them as being far apart, when in truth they each represent tweaks to our current ossified and crumbling processes without examining the fundamental concepts behind them to seek  opportunites for true and necessary change.  Our actions and policies, no matter which party is in power, have been dictated by a narrow band of possibility that never truly discomforts those who benefit from our timidity and reduced vision;  it is killing us, and because of our tremendous stature and influence, it has sickened the world as a whole nigh unto death as well.

I do not see the current definitions of "right and left" as being accurate.  To me, it’s as if we were to look at a rainbow, ignore the existence of all the colors except blue, and then define the ends of the rainbow as being the right and left ends of the blue band.  So much is left out in that perception; so many possibilities are available to us, and we don’t look beyond for them.

Some of you are going to read this and attack me, here or in your minds, for being impractical and idealist.  I don’t care, and I’m not going to respond to an awful lot of what I expect to appear here — not because I do not wish to engage you, but because I am concerned about revealing too much of what I alluded to earlier.  But I will say this in advance:  I know we are all committed, or at least many of us are, to true change. To improving our world and our country and to make them over into a true home for all.  In order to do that, we must move beyond our narrowest perceptions of what is possible and engage the impractical, the idealistic, the frightening things that lie beyond our current conceptions of what is possible and appropriate.  I hope that Obama is in a position to do that, and his election gives me the sliver of hope that that is indeed possible because of the apparent character of the man.  But I am not excessively hopeful.  May he prove me wrong, over and over again.

I’m out on this.  As I said, I won’t be engaging much in the discussion here, if it indeed ensues.  But have at it, and at me, as you will.


Re the election

I’ll have more — much more– to say later on, maybe not even today.  I have a big letting-off-steam post to get to, and I’ll probably work on it for a day or two before I post it.

So I’ll recap here quickly:

— I sat with my ballot for a long time before filling in the circle for Obama.  I broke a 28 year tradition of working against the two-party system, which I abhor, to vote for a major party Presidential candidate yesterday.  I second guessed myself all day. 

His victory speech made me glad I eventually decided to have faith that the character of the man might, in fact, transcend the evils of polarization and either/or.  (Yes, I wept.) Whatever the next four years bring, I will not regret the choice to honor faith and hope over logic for once in my life.

Good luck, Mr. President-elect.  You’re going to need it.

— In Massachusetts, all the ballot measures I wanted to pass passed.  This pleases me. 

— California:  wtf???  But I’m wondering:  can a state constitutional amendment a) be federally unconstitutional and b) negate established contract law?  If either of those is true, I wonder if the ban will stand, and if b) is challenged successfully, won’t the existing marriages be left intact?  I know that in Massachusetts when we were dealing with the effort to rescind gay marriage, it was made clear that contract law would have preserved the existing marriages regardless of the ban’s passing or not.  I’d look these up, but I’m off to work shortly. 

As I said, more later.

PS:  GotPoetry last night was quiet — 8 reader/listeners; we did a fun and interesting round robin on the porch because our stage had become a screen for election returns.  Back in force next week for Lea Deschenes, so please come back, k?

T


As my friends’ list is already becoming clogged with various iterations of the phrases "I voted" and "Get out and vote,"  I’ll be taking the rest of the day off from here.

See you tonight at GotPoetry Live.  Tell me all about it then.

😉


I’m still not commenting on the election itself…

but I will say this, and am willing to stand behind it:

Regardless of who wins, there will be some violence in our streets over this vote before the week is up.


Gotpoetry Live on Election Night

In recognition of the fact that our new venue, Blue State Coffee, has been an active and enthusiastic center of activity for the Obama campaign, we’ve chosen not to have a feature tomorrow night but instead to simply open the mike to all comers.  Comes speak of your hopes, aspirations, concerns, whatever, as we read poetry and peer anxiously at the election returns. 

All political stripes and solids welcome, of course.  Bring yourselves and be genuine!

Gotpoetry Live
@ Blue State Coffee
300 Thayer Street
Providence, RI
sign up at 7:30 / reading 8-10 sharp


Understanding The Poet 2

Capitalization
is a method for blending in.

A period is a bullet.
A comma is a safety.
An ellipsis is his consideration of an order from headquarters to stand down.
A dash is a microadjustment prior to targeting.
A semicolon is a shift in mode from single shot to full automatic.

A question mark is cocking the hammer, moving the slide back, then forward.

An exclamation point is a deafening report.

When none of the above are present,
he has let his guard down —
for the moment, anyway.


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Understanding The Poet (was: Wet Market)

He will say
sip this thick flowing mead
and mean this:

We should talk of who we are.

He will say
ceviche

and mean this:

If you will just taste the lime
you will want the fish.
Whoever tastes the fish
will turn from the table
satisfied.

He will say
this locked door behind us
is all we have to bind us
to each other
and mean this:

I am alone, and you are my last hope.

He will say
red breath, silk finger,
o you of the charred emerald eyes
and mean this:

I have no home on this earth,
except with you.

He will say
a flower grown in plastique
blooms in my blood
and mean this:

I am dying —
to be this close and not touch you!

He will say
tonight has a scent of open wounds
and mean this:

Only you can close me
tight against the bleeding.

He will say
imagine the trace evidence of novas
all around us
and mean this:

We will burn till there is no more sun.

He will say
there is a fear no one can name
that is coded into the air
that is the rhythm of deep trench ocean

and mean this:

Only together
can we learn what it is
that I want most to say to you.


7 Interests meme

A while ago, theklute posted his answers to the following meme: "Comment here and I will choose 7 interests I am curious about. Respond in your journal."  So I did.

Here’s the 7 he chose for me:

"Mescalero, NASCAR, Free Jazz, Old Punk, Anthony Braxton, Ornette Coleman, Fighting Knives"

Long ass answers for those so inclined…


Tuning out and plugging myself…

I think I’m gonna avoid reading LJ  as much as I usually do for a day or two, at least through Monday; I’m on election overload. 

Seriously — I know who y’all are voting for, I’m pretty sure who I’m voting for, and I can get all the sane and crazy I need through the news sites and various other sites I track.  

Besides — I’ve got this to think about:

On Sunday at 10 PM, I’ll be one of the folks reading at the Bowery Poetry Club for the November 3rd Club’s annual reading, to wit:

"Victor D. Infante hosts a night of poetry & politics to celebrate the "November 3rd Club" online literary journal of political writing.

Readers include
Patricia Smith,
Alicia Ostriker,
Marty McConnell,
Tara Betts,
Kirpal Gordon,
Tony Brown,
Skip Shea,
Madeline Artenberg,
Iris Schwartz,
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz,
Michael Cirelli, and
Lea Deschenes.

Seriously. That’s not a reading. That’s a god-damned revolution. "

And you know you want to be part of that. So show up, dammit.

Cover, $7. Worth every penny.

I figure I’ll be talking politics all night there, so a break seems in order.  See  y’all later.