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Sunday, December 4, 2016

We Strolled the Broken Sidewalks


We strolled the broken sidewalks 
Of a little chilly lake town
Caught between mountains
Talking about art and money
Smelling curiously of aged wood
About who cared anymore for culture
And stopped in to lunch at
A corner cafe where two meals 
Cost us twenty because we were hungry
I snapped a photo of the storybook
Book store's curlicue gingerbread
For a moment we were sculpture
Frozen, captured, cast in time
No one important was around to see us 
Only a robot Santa and a traffic cop


© 2016 by Michael Jones 



Monday, October 10, 2016

The Tittering Traveler

Sarah Vowell
Sarah Vowell is a refreshing voice in Non-Fiction, specifically History. She always strives for the alternate view, inserting herself smack in the middle of these, what I would call, extended essays, many of which unfold in untrodden territory.  Her audio books feature her own quirky delivery I'd first admired on NPR radio. At times listening to her work, I've found myself laughing out loud... in my car... by myself; an activity some might feel self-conscious about, but one by which I measure the quality of many of my audio books. She makes good narrative use of many of her professional colleagues, comedic or elsewise, voice talent such as Nick Offerman, Bobby Carnavale, and Fred Armisen, to name a few.

In her latest effort, Lafayette in the Somewhat United States, the subject is the Marquis de Lafayette, an American patriot of French descent; arrived on our shores as a mere enfant, still a teenager and raring to throw his chapeau into the ring against the monarchy next door. The difference here is that Vowell focuses on Lafayette's return to America forty years after the American Revolutionary War, in the process, illuminating just how divided the country was, even in the 1820's; a portent of events to come. She reminds readers just how much Colonial America depended on the French Navy to bring our revolution to a close in 1783; how after the defeat of General Washington's Army in New York it had seemed our rebellion was defeated. Lafayette, fearless ideologue as he was, became one of the catalysts for this French alliance, he was universally loved and revered by Americans at the time of his adopted-home-coming in the early 19th century, evident in the myriad towns, cities, counties, schools, thoroughfares, etc... that bear his sobriquet to this day.

Vowell brings relevancy and verve to American History 101, revealing the truth, humanity and of course the irony inherent in the American experience. She accomplishes this with a kind of dead pan aplomb, a wry humor, which will have you all atitter in your auto, and leave those gawking fellow travelers jealous.


Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Imagist Poem #1 (after Ezra Pound)

 At a Trump Rally



The specter of these faces in the horde

 

 

Snowflakes on an ice black creek









© 2016 by Michael Jones


Monday, August 29, 2016

Autumn Haiku #1 (revised)

In lazy rhythym
A supple umber leaf falls


 One's life passes by






© 2016 by Michael Jones

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Meta Mystery Tour

A Review of Dear Mr. M. by Herman Koch

Dutch novelist Herman Koch
In the Dutch writer Herman Koch's latest novel in translation, Dear Mr. M, there is a character named Herman; a charismatic but troubled youth, budding filmmaker, Svengali. Is he meant to represent the author himself? Maybe we'll never know, perhaps it's not even relevant, but it adds another layer of mystery to the reader's understanding of Koch's story. Mr M of the title is an aging novelist who, we learn, has a few secrets. He was the highly regarded author of the major best-seller, Payback, but that was forty years ago. Now he's got a new book out and a new fan as well.

Koch stratifies his tale in time and point of view. The young Herman chronicles his schooldays as an influential, almost cult-like figure. revealing an obsession with his alluring classmate, Laura. Their young and fatally hip teacher, Jan Landzaat plots his own destiny among the teenagers, a famous destiny that the budding writer M exploits in his true crime best-seller. And forty years later we hear from the elderly author as well as from his unnamed new-found stalker. But let's not forget there is also the author, K, who necessarily lurks somewhere outside the dimensions of this novel; whose weight imprints the work.

By presenting his subject matter this way, Herman Koch seems to be saying more about the craft of storytelling; the manipulation of plot and character, style and language. Is it what we say or what we do not say in the writing process which is more revealing to the reader? What's real? What's true? And are they the same?, Mr K seems to ask. Is perception our only reality?, asks Mr. M. Truth may never be enough to to tell a good story or to sell books. So to be successful one must embellish, change a detail here and there, explore an alternative point of view, what does it matter so long as it is an entertaining tale.

~ 4.2 stars

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Civic Ramblings: The Motivations of an Egoist


Billionaire Trump pointing to his most volatile asset
Anyone else get the feeling that Donald Trump subconsciously does not really want to be POTUS? He will avow that he is the best choice (at anything; he's the king of superlatives. He is the best, the biggest, he is a winner and everyone who disagrees with him is a loser, the worst, a complete disaster) but deep deep down, I don't think he really wants the job. This is "Bad" as Trump would say. Bad for Trump, bad for Republicans, bad for America and Americans.

If elected, would he abdicate his executive power, delegate to unsavory actors; or maybe he would strive to screw up so badly the congress would have no choice but to impeach him? At the very least he will likely incite a 'constitutional crisis', a phrase I've heard bandied about recently by varied pundits, because he will either ignore the Articles of the Constitution or simply interpret them to his benefit. And speaking of his benefit, what's to stop him from brokering deals in office which would advance his own business interests? This is my greatest fear.

I submit he is extremely dangerous for this very reason: self sabotage. He entered the race to prove to himself he could do well, but when he found himself on top, with a base of 40% (racists. misogynists, underemployed angry white middle class), the train just would not derail; no matter what he said or did. So he continues to spout outrageous beliefs, lies, insults, taunts, even thinly veiled threats in an unconscious effort to lose (and of course to pander to his base, whom he's terrified he will at some juncture disappoint). The result of Mr. Trump's little experiment may well be the extermination of the Republican party, or the birth of some other political organization consisting of a more moderate conservative establishment.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

A Slightly Strange and Wonderfully Honest Voice We Will Never Hear Again


David Foster Wallace with man's best friend
David Foster Wallace must have been one strange and wonderful cat. I don't know for sure since I did not know him or even follow his career and personal life till only recently, but my impression of him through his writing and interviews tell me I'm right. He was a writer who shared much of his personal life experience in essays yet he was an introvert (or perhaps rather, not an extrovert) at heart, literally sweating at times over how he would come across during speeches and interviews. As a professor of English at a number of colleges, he was a real taskmaster, a grammar/usage Nazi of sorts, a peculiarity perhaps passed on through his mom's genes (Sally Foster Wallace is also a professor of English and has written reference books on usage. His father is a the Professor Emeritus of Moral Philosophy at the University of Illinois. Those are some high quality genes, academically speaking).

Wallace was an admitted Depressive, had been since a young age. His first published piece The Planet Trillaphon As It Stands In Relation to The Bad Thing (Amherst Review, 1984), relates the autobiographical tale of a youth on antidepressants (Tofranil which the narrator fittingly renames Trillaphon because the name sounds more like the sonic vibe it induces) which he likens to living on another planet. Sadly those very antidepressants, their inevitable ineffectiveness after twenty years of use, led to Wallace's demise (suicide by hanging in 2008).

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