Thursday, October 15, 2020

Gretel in Darkness




Close to Halloween

A poem by Louise Gluck:


 "Gretel in Darkness"

This is the world we wanted.
All who would have seen us dead
are dead. I hear the witch's cry
break in the moonlight through a sheet
of sugar: God rewards.
Her tongue shrivels into gas . . .
Now, far from women's arms
and memory of women, in our father's hut
we sleep, are never hungry.
Why do I not forget?
My father bars the door, bars harm
from this house, and it is years.
No one remembers. Even you, my brother,
summer afternoons you look at me as though
you meant to leave,
as though it never happened.
But I killed for you. I see armed firs,
the spires of that gleaming kiln--
Nights I turn to you to hold me
but you are not there.
Am I alone? Spies
hiss in the stillness, Hansel,
we are there still and it is real, real,
that black forest and the fire in earnest.





Wednesday, October 14, 2020

I thought my dreams would be enough for a while

 





Coming up on the thirty-second week of Quarantine:

One Hundred Days until Inauguration Day 2021

Of course I am hoping for the election of Joe Biden as President.  If it’s Trump, I don’t know what I will do.

The garden is waning now… I am beginning to cut down/back the plants that have become brown and unsightly.

We haven’t had a hard frost yet, so many plant are still beautiful.  The Lantanas, in their final glory.

The Dahlias have just now come into their own.

Also the Asters…. The bountiful pink blossoms of the New York Aster, and the just beginning to bloom blue flowers of the Aromatic Aster…  so beautiful

Even so, I am battling depression. Not sure why.   I have had vivid dreams of packing up and moving, but not from here…. Dreams of places in the past….  And people from the past, and so vivid. Have been dreaming and thinking of them in my waking life, too.

Is that what all old people do?  Not a lot to look forward to, but lots and lots to look back upon.

The Old Year

The Old Year’s gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he’d a neighbour’s face,
In this he’s known by none.

All nothing everywhere:
Mists we on mornings see
Have more of substance when they’re here
And more of form than he.
He was a friend by every fire,
In every cot and hall–
A guest to every heart’s desire,
And now he’s nought at all.

Old papers thrown away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
Are things identified;
But time once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year’s Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.

By John Clare.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

That song from Peter Paul and Mary

 

The good times we had

 

Times have changed
All the good times that we had are gone now;
Passed this way
Only mem'ries will remain, tomorrow

I thought my dreams would be enough for a while
And all the plans that we made
Hey, we had love, that was all that we had;
Even that don't seem the same

 

Peace of mind
Where's the happiness we should be havin'?
We can't find any answers in the good times we had

I thought my dreams would be enough for a while
And all the plans that we made
Hey, we had love, that was all that we had;
Even that don't seem the same

Peace of mind
Where's the happiness we should be havin'?
We can't find any answers in the good times we had

 

 

And this one, from Ian and Sylvia:

 

These friends of mine, we shared some good times together
days of sunshine....days of rain.

Many jobs and many towns we worked and never
Cared if we saw the same towns again.

Then one day we weren't as young as before
Our mistakes weren't quite so easy to undo.

But by all those road we traveled down,
I'm a better man for just the known of you.

These friends of mine we never cared about tomorrow
It was too early in the game.

We'd stay a while unil the day we'd get to wondering
If the far side of the hill looked the same.

And they's settle down somewhere along the way
Yes and somewhere just like some men do

But by all those roads my friend we've traveled down
I'm a better man for just the knowing of you

 

 

The things I remember!   I sit in my easy chair, listening to music and watching the house finches fight at the window feeder, and I remember distinct scenes I hadn’t thought of for years…




Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Catholics and Single-Issue Voting

 



The Congress is holding hearings regarding the confirmation of Amy Coney Barrett to the Supreme Court.

I think they will confirm her.  Whether she holds to her promise not to let her own private beliefs sway her decision-making - well, I can't imagine.

I am a Catholic, but not a single-issue voter.  I am against abortion, but I won't vote for Donald Trump.

My relatives, high school classmates, former students, and friends who are single-issue voters keep raving at me about this, but there it is.

Anyway, here is an article I like:

Bishop Seitz: Single-issue voting has corrupted Christian political witness

 

Bishop Mark Seitz     September 30,2020

 

One day last year, I found myself waiting motionless, jammed in a confined space between concrete barriers, razor wire and armed border guards. I stood tensely under the burning desert summer sun in a dusty no man’s land on the international border between the United States and Mexico. I was holding the hand of a young, dark-skinned girl with brown hair, and my anxiety grew as we looked toward the United States, just feet away, and at the guards barring our entry.

Back in her home country, the girl’s aunts and uncles had been assassinated. If she had not traveled with her family 2,000 miles to the U.S. border, she might have shared the same fate. But after a long and perilous journey and having survived kidnapping attempts, there she was, waiting to legally petition for asylum at a time when hard-line immigration policies like family separation and forced returns to Mexico have made such an act dangerous.

I tried putting myself in that child’s shoes. I felt fear and vertigo. I felt the overwhelming weight of bureaucratic indifference and abstract government policy positioned against the vulnerability of a child. For a brief instant I felt what it must be like to be on the outside-looking-in of an exclusionary system of power. I felt fragile.

That experience of fragility deeply shaped my understanding of the social commitment of Christians.


That experience of fragility deeply shaped my understanding of the social commitment of Christians. I realized that our political commitment as Christians is less about seeking self-interest, accessing privilege and influencing power, and more about standing in solidarity with those forced to the margins of the systems we create.

The presidential election is fast approaching. Elections are a critical way we take an active role shaping the common good. We naturally project our hopes and desires for a resolution to the pains now afflicting our country onto that important moment when we cast our ballot.

A deep faith rooted in love is moved by the fragility of others and unsettled by systems that cheapen human dignity. For Christians, the ecstatic experience of being taken out of ourselves and into the drama of the reign of God opens us up to the horizon of the common good. As Benedict XVI said, “the more we strive to secure a common good corresponding to the real needs of our neighbors, the more effectively we love them.” We get involved in building the common good because, as St. Óscar Romero said in his last words before being killed, “every effort to better a society, especially one that is so enmeshed in injustice and in sin, is an effort that God blesses, that God desires, that God demands of us.”

The experience of the nearness of Jesus and the love of God, our common Father, creates in us a new mindset: We are dependent, we need one another and we really are responsible for one another. This is what the virtue of solidarity is all about, the recognition that our destinies are woven together or they are not woven at all. Human fragility is not to be denied or demonized or hidden away, but met with love and compassion and solidarity. As Sister Thea Bowman put it so beautifully, “God’s glory is revealed because we love one another across the barriers and boundaries of race, culture and class.”

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Our vote is but one expression of this all-encompassing commitment to the common good and the project of building up solidarity.

Solidarity in Suffering

In the last several months, the wind has been knocked out of us by a major pandemic that has left many, especially the poor and people of color, with no lifeboat. We have also seen how the promise of equality contained in our founding documents has been deferred again and again because we cannot confess with one voice—as church or country—what should be self-evident, that Black lives matter. The individualism rampant in our social, political and economic life is rending the body politic and the body of Christ. But there is a lesson in all of this. As Pope Francis recently put it, “having failed to show solidarity in wealth and in the sharing of resources, we have learned to experience solidarity in suffering.” The Lord is teaching us solidarity by schooling us in fragility.

The individualism rampant in our social, political and economic life is rending the body politic and the body of Christ.


As pastor of a portion of the people of God located on the U.S.-Mexico border, a majority of whom are Latino, I see the deep interrelatedness of the issues affecting our people and endangering our sacred environment. Our communities are buckling under history, under racism and under Covid-19. The lack of opportunities and social supports available to our children do not match the height of their aspirations and dignity, and they are at risk of falling even further behind under the weight of the pandemic. This generation of our children was also sadly witness to the largest mass killing of Latinos in modern history, which took the lives of 23 of our neighbors last year in an act of racial terror in El Paso. In all of this suffering it is made abundantly clear that, in the words of the pope, “none of us is saved alone.”

What are the possibilities before us at the ballot box for a credible project of solidarity in this historical moment? We require leadership with character and experience, capable of expressing a moral vision to resist the harsh individualism and lack of solidarity fueling the multiple crises we face. We are desperately in need of genuine leadership and vision to overcome ingrained attitudes of being “masters, consumers, ruthless exploiters” and to re-learn to “speak the language of fraternity and beauty in our relationship with the world.”

In an aggressively secular and hyper-competitive world, we should be grateful for the public respect for Pope Francis shown by the Democratic nominee, former vice president Joseph R. Biden Jr., and the values of the working-class ethos that Mr. Biden aims to project. We should recognize, too, the step forward represented by the selection of Senator Kamala Harris as his running mate. Our daughters and sons need to see women reflected in our nation’s highest leadership. As a bishop on the border, I am also encouraged by the Biden campaign’s promises to address climate change, create a path to citizenship for the undocumented, restore protections for asylum seekers and never repeat the criminal practice of separating families at the border.

The Moral Challenge of Abortion

We must also acknowledge the stumbling block created for religious voters by the Democratic Party’s ever-stronger commitment to promoting abortion without any sensible restrictions, including Mr. Biden and Ms. Harris’s support for the repeal of the Hyde Amendment, which threatens to break the last surviving bipartisan compromise in a decades-long stalemate over Roe v. Wade. Mr. Biden and Ms. Harris have also committed to re-igniting debates over constitutionally protected matters of religious liberty that broad majorities on the Supreme Court have attempted to put to rest, provoking real fears on the part of the church’s charitable institutions of another chapter in the culture wars.

The deepening dogmatism of the Democratic Party on abortion is an inescapable moral challenge. But Catholics also need to recognize that we are living out the collateral effects of a misbegotten decades-long settlement between certain groups of political and religious leaders on the right. For far too long, in pursuit of “single-issue” strategies to end abortion, many Christians have scandalously turned a blind eye to real breakdowns in solidarity and dehumanizing policies, including crackdowns on worker rights and voting rights, the slashing of social support for the poor and sick, racism and the exploitation of immigrants and the environment.

All of this has backfired and contributed to the issue’s intractability, widened the polarization in our society, harmed the credibility of the commitment of Christians to the common good and compromised the integrity of our Gospel witness.

Pope Francis has repeatedly challenged American Catholics to reframe our approach to abortion. The Holy Father is clear:

Our defense of the innocent unborn, for example, needs to be clear, firm and passionate, for at stake is the dignity of a human life, which is always sacred and demands love for each person, regardless of his or her stage of development. Equally sacred, however, are the lives of the poor, those already born, the destitute, the abandoned and the underprivileged, the vulnerable infirm and elderly exposed to covert euthanasia, the victims of human trafficking, new forms of slavery and every form of rejection.

We must repudiate any compromise of the moral integrity of the church’s witness through partisan alignment with single-issue political strategies disconnected from an integral ethic of human life. The moral and ontological pre-eminence of human life is gravely undermined by narrow political stratagems corrosive of the common good. Our concern and advocacy for life must embrace all of the marginalized and excluded, or it will ring hollow.

At the same time, we should also recognize that the individualistic reduction of abortion to a question of so-called “reproductive rights” brackets this fundamental social issue from any common moral analysis, as if the question of abortion carried no moral weight at all. It also displaces our attention from society’s duty to support the real economic and social needs of women, expectant mothers and families, where we are sorely lacking.

President Donald Trump has voiced his support for unborn life and taken steps toward defending life, like the reinstatement of the Mexico City Policy. Likewise, he has taken positive steps to protect religious liberties. But the president has also tainted the pro-life cause with the individualism and cult of wealth, greed and celebrity that very quickly erode solidarity and cheapen life. And he has undermined the foundational importance of religious liberty with actions like travel bans targeting Muslims. Supported by a pagan aesthetic of self-assertion and buoyed by a destructive politics of fear and xenophobia, his administration has encouraged the worst expressions of nativism. And this is dangerously taxing the durability of our democratic institutions.

It is painfully ironic that one party claims to stand with undocumented families and unaccompanied children but not the unborn, and the other claims to stand with the unborn but not the undocumented. But the church will always define herself as that community which stands with whoever is considered unworthy of belonging.

But the church will always define herself as that community which stands with whoever is considered unworthy of belonging.


Over the past several years and decades, politicians on both sides, including both current presidential candidates, have contributed to the weakening of solidarity and the erosion of the common good in ways that should make us ask hard questions of both candidates now. The bishops of the United States and many moral leaders have long raised their voices against the abandonment of all restraints on an economy driven by greed, the weakening of protections for the poor and working class, the lack of access to affordable health care, laws that have led to the over-incarceration of people of color and militarized our local police departments, the unjust Iraq War, the extrajudicial killings of innocents by drones, trade deals that treat labor and the environment as collateral damage, and unacceptable delays on immigration reform. In short, we require moral leadership that will credibly address our country’s longstanding abasement by what the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. termed “the triple evils of racism, economic exploitation and militarism.”

I share the pain, frustration and confusion facing Catholic voters this year at what feels like an impossible binary choice. Catholics who wish to take the demands of our faith and social teaching seriously have long had reason to feel politically homeless at election time. Neither party and neither presidential candidate reflects in a consistent way the ethic of love and life expressed by Jesus in the Gospels. Both parties have been influenced by both the individualism long lurking in American life and by Dr. King’s triple evils.

Voting requires a well-formed conscience and an exercise of prudence after prayerful discernment on the part of each voter of all the issues at stake. Our commitment is not to the abstractions of party platforms but to the particularity of the human suffering in our midst and the concrete possibilities for a project of solidarity and human emancipation before us. God never asks of us the impossible but only to achieve the justice possible in the imperfect world of the here and now. We must sincerely weigh all of the complex issues facing our nation and prayerfully reflect on the sacredness and equal dignity of all human life as well our duty to steward God’s creation.

Catholics may still arrive at different conclusions as to for whom to vote. But however we vote, God will judge us by the authenticity of our commitment to continuing to stand with all those forced to the margins of our society, even after Election Day. Our vote for candidates at every level of government, from local school boards to the highest levels of national government, is just one expression of that commitment.

It is helpful to remember that the great democratic achievements in our country—the abolition of slavery, women’s suffrage, civil rights, labor rights, the antiwar movement, the pro-life movement—belong first not to presidents or politicians but to you and me and others driven by moral vision and inspired by faith. Better political leadership at the top will come from critique and action rooted in human experience below. In the words of Pope Francis, “the future of humanity does not lie solely in the hands of great leaders, the great powers and the elites. It is fundamentally in the hands of peoples and in their ability to organize.”




Monday, October 12, 2020

Autumn Rain

 


Autumn Rain              by D.H. Lawrence

The plane leaves
fall black and wet
on the lawn;

the cloud sheaves
in heaven’s fields set
droop and are drawn

in falling seeds of rain;
the seed of heaven
on my face

falling — I hear again
like echoes even
that softly pace

heaven’s muffled floor,
the winds that tread
out all the grain

of tears, the store
harvested
in the sheaves of pain

caught up aloft:
the sheaves of dead
men that are slain

now winnowed soft
on the floor of heaven;
manna invisible

of all the pain
here to us given;
finely divisible

falling as rain.   



 







Sunday, October 11, 2020

Steer me to an autumn path


 

Bill Clinton's dire warning

 


I sure hope he is not right.

from the New York Post , October 11:

Former President Bill Clinton half-joked that President Trump would skip out on a Joe Biden inauguration to bunker down in office.

The Clintons ramped-up their warnings that Trump would likely take a November defeat ungracefully during a joint Instagram Live interview with the White House Correspondent for American Urban Radio, April Ryan, on Tuesday.

Bill’s quip came after Ryan joked that the military would have to pry Trump’s “orange-knuckle” grip from his oval office desk in the instance that he loses.

“I was just thinking he probably won’t even come to Biden’s inauguration. He’ll be stacking sandbags in front of the White House,” the former president said.

The Clintons during their interview disparaged Trump’s fear-based campaign and again stressed the need to vote this November.

“I believe the other side is going to cheat and sneak and try to do everything they possibly can,” Hillary Clinton said

“We are going to be resolved and strong and on that front line. and we’re going to get our country back,” the former secretary of state added.

Bill said he thinks Trump believes the American people are “suckers” willing to go along with whatever Trump says, regardless of how loosely tethered it is to reality.

“[Trump] believes he can say anything and make it work,” he added. “He believes he can do anything and no one will stop [him].”

Bill added that Trump has resorted to scaring Americans because he believes there’s a chance he could lose.

“It’s very important to keep in mind that beneath all these big questions you are asking, it’s just Donald Trump’s proven ability to manipulate the psyche of the people that he is trying to scare the hell out of,” Bill said.

“Now, this is a person who says, ‘OK, I can’t win on my own, but people will believe whatever I tell them as long as it’s bad.”

Polls have showed a tight race, especially in some key battleground states. Hillary said in order to truly defeat Trump, the turnout must be remarkable so that there is no doubt.

“He is a clear and present danger to our freedoms, our liberties, our unity, and we’ve got to defeat him,” Hillary said.




Saturday, October 10, 2020

The Time is Getting Near

  






"As I went out walking this fall afternoon,

I heard a whisper whispering.

I heard a whisper whispering,

Upon this fine fall day...

 

As I went out walking this fall afternoon,

I heard a laugh a' laughing.

I heard a laugh a' laughing,

Upon this fine fall day...

 

I heard this whisper and I wondered,

I heard this laugh and then I knew.

The time is getting near my friends,

The time that I hold dear my friends,

The veil is getting thin my friends,

And strange things will pass through."

-   The Veil is Getting Thinner            (author unknown)







Friday, October 9, 2020

Who shall I say is calling?

 



And who by fire, who by water
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial
Who in your merry merry month of may
Who by very slow decay
And who shall I say is calling?
And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate
Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt
Who by avalanche, who by powder
Who for his greed, who for his hunger
And who shall I say is calling?
And who by brave assent, who by accident
Who in solitude, who in this mirror
Who by his lady's command, who by his own hand
Who in mortal chains, who in power
And who shall I say is calling?
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Leonard Cohen

Who by Fire lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Thursday, October 8, 2020

"Everybody knows the Plague is coming" Leonard Cohen as Prophet

 





Just read these lyrics to his song  "Everybody Knows"

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah, give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah, when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Leonard Cohen / Sharon Robinson

Everybody Knows lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC





Wednesday, October 7, 2020

My mind moves in more than one place

 

Andrea Kowch   No Turning Back


 

"I have come to a still, but not a deep center, 
A point outside the glittering current; 
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river, 
At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains, 
My mind moves in more than one place, 
In a country half-land, half-water. 
I am renewed by death, thought of my death, 
The dry scent of a dying garden in September, 
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire. 
What I love is near at hand, 
Always, in earth and air."


-  Theodore Roethke, 
The Far Field   




 Ian McCulloch    Rabbit, Autumn Fields






Haunted Houses posted October 6, published October 7

 




 

Haunted Houses

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.

We meet them at the door-way, on the stair
Along the passages they come and go
Impalpable impressions on the air
A sense of something moving to and fro.

There are more guests at table than the hosts
Invited; the illuminated hall
Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts
As silent as the pictures on the wall.

The stranger at my fireside cannot see
The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;
He but perceives what is; while unto me
All that has been is visible and clear.

We have no title-deeds to house or lands;
Owners and occupants of earlier dates
From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands
And hold in mortmain still their old estates.

The spirit-world around this world of sense
Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense
A vital breath of more ethereal air.

Our little lives are kept in equipoise
By opposite attractions and desires;
The struggle of the instinct that enjoys
And the more noble instinct that aspires.

These perturbations, this perpetual jar
Of earthly wants and aspirations high
Come from the influence of an unseen star
An undiscovered planet in our sky.

And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud
Throws o'er the sea a floating bridge of light
Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd
Into the realm of mystery and night.

So from the world of spirits there descends
A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
O'er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends
Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.