Alt Right = Fascist Nincompoops

"Our lived experience is being a young, white person in 21st century America, [and] seeing your identity be demeaned.” -Richard B. Spencer (as quoted in the Atlantic)

I am not quite sure what he means by having your "white" identity demeaned.

Perhaps because I am gay I didn't notice my "white" identity being demeaned because
too many old white dudes were too busy telling me
     what I was allowed to do in my bedroom
     or who I was allowed to marry (which is still going on).
Perhaps I didn't notice it being demeaned because
I was paying too much attention to a war with Iraq,
    a war the US got into because old white men
    thought old white man thoughts.
Perhaps I didn't notice it being demeaned because
the banks took America for a ride
   raping the poor and enriching JP Morgan
   and Co (more old white men).
Perhaps I didn't notice it being demeaned because
not being a completely self-serving jerk off
   I was actually paying attention
   not lamenting with the old white men
            About times past, when the news didn't care about
            Lynching, Misogyny, Queers.
Perhaps I didn't notice it being demeaned because
while too many white folks -young & old- complain
  I have yet to figure out what they
  bemoan so loudly as to wish for the KKK to save the day.
Perhaps I didn't notice it being demeaned because
I believe Richard B Spencer is
  absolutely full of bullshit
  brandishing hate because he can.
Perhaps I didn't notice it being demeaned because
the "white" identity has never been demeaned--
  cultural sensitivity is not ranking cultures
  no one culture better than another (dunderheads all).
Perhaps I didn't notice it being demeaned because
while they voted for Trump, my parents
  also taught me to respect others
  though obviously that advice isn't for them.
             (Do as I say, not as I do--Mantra of parents everywhere.)
Perhaps I didn't notice it being demeaned because
I never felt demeaned because I am white
  no, but I have felt it because I am gay--
 


 

A Correlation too good not to post

As anyone looking at the photos of my book piles will attest, I generally have a bit much on the to read list.  Anyway, after I finished Smith's poetry earlier this evening, I picked up "Art in America," which is a series of essays, and which I started a few weeks back, reading something now and again as the mood struck.  Tonight, I was reading James Agee's "Introduction to Helen Levitt's A Way of Seeing,"  and what struck me most is that in much of Agee's description of photography, you could substitute internet and still be accurate.  All the hubbub over "Fake" news is what makes this section seem particularly important.

"It is probably well on the conservative side to estimate that during the past ten to fifteen years the camera has destroyed a thousand pairs of eyes, corrupted ten thousand, and seriously deceived a hundred thousand, for every one pair that it has opened, and taught."

That is the first bit that caught my attention.  Substitute internet for camera and the figures still likely match up.  The internet makes it incredibly easy to find something you can "believe," whether it is factual or not seems irrelevant, since, as the phrase goes, "it is on the internet."

"It is in fact hard to get the camera to tell the truth; yet it can be made to, in many ways and on many levels.  Some of the best photographs we are ever likely to see are innocent domestic snapshots, city postcards, and news and scientific photographs.  If we know how, moreover, we can enjoy and learn a great deal from essentially untrue photographs, such as studio portraits, movie romances, or the national and class types apotheosized in ads for insurance or feminine hygiene."

Again, replace camera with internet and this time replace photographs with websites.  Eventually you begin to see the picture that is being painted.  By website, I am referring to something lost in the ether, when the internet was newish and folks actually posted things on "their" website, rather than using Facebook or Google+.  Both of those allow some of that when you look at photos and ignore a newsfeed populated by friends rather than what the individual posted.  Facebook though, and I am guessing Google does it too, is automated enough that its hand in what can be posted can seem heavy, just recall the fracas over the Vietnamese girl Agent Orange picture when it surfaced in FB.  World famous photograph showing the horrors of war, but (until it reversed itself) FB thought it was pornography, because the girl was naked, and naked people are just not allowed.  In the age before that, if someone had complained, a computer would not have automatically censored the photo, which is why I mentioned the earlier age, before the hosting of "personal" websites actually became an act of giving all sorts of personal information to a corporate keeper.  (I am on both Google+ and Facebook, and realized Blogger is owned by Google, so I am not pretending anything or advising anyone to disconnect.)

Back to James Agee and what he said about photography.  I think the internet, for the casual peruser, can provide as much misinformation as a poorly cropped photo, where there are so many questions, it doesn't take much of a suggestion to answer them with nefarious suggestions.  Our last election cycle proved the truth of this.

Slow reading, but Poetry shouldn't be rush read

I finally finished Danez Smith's "[Insert] Boy" and was as impressed at the end as I was at the beginning.  Perhaps Neruda's "Book of Questions" wasn't the first, but in Smith's poem "Song of the Wreckage" he echoes Neruda with a series of questions.  The last three:

Who do the ants think has the best meat?

Please, will you show me something beautiful?

If I play dead, will I be acting my age?

While this Song near the end is one of the longest, if not the longest poem, in the book, I couldn't help stop and pause at these lines, especially the final one.  The entire collection deals with the gay black (african american) experience, and let me say, that his poems give an entire different light to the gay black versus gay white experience.  Aspects I could relate to, and others just moved me, and made me regret that we live in a society where such a loss of life is considered normal.  When this happened, I don't know, but too often the proof is in the newspapers, and it is an unpleasant truth, one that most Americans would pretend didn't exist.  While everyone is agreement that "Black Lives Matter," and most would argue the "ALL Lives Matter," what those people who insist on ALL are missing is that White Americans are much more "agreeable" to allowing a Black person die at the hands of the law or a vigilante than we are a White person, hence the emphasis that Black lives do matter, regardless of the indifference of Whites.  If it takes a protest to get notice, then by all means, get a protest going.  It is unfortunate that today's resurgence is just a repeat of history, and as a country we really haven't learned squat.

Before I head off to bed

I was wondering earlier today if my massive lapses in attention to this blog over the years weren't in part due to the fact that I get out of the habit of writing here.  Habits are hard to break, so I must not actually have managed to ever get into a proper one here, and I doubt that will change.  Tonight has been spent on the phone, playing Guild Wars 2, reading a Christmas romance short story, and adding a few more ornaments on the tree.  I think all of the family ornaments were hung earlier, but I hadn't put any reflective balls on it.  I think the frosted glass ornaments are pretty, and they give the tree an older feel than my plastic flamingo lights on the metallic champagne colored tree may actually deserve, but I have them, so I should use them.  I have a dozen or so medium gold balls to still hang, but that is probably tomorrow's project, and this entry is more to form habit than to share anything enlightening.

Back to the blog

I work weekends, so there is little chance I will update this on those days, unless it is before or after my twelve hour shift at work, and if it is after shift, I won't speak to how coherent any post is likely to be.  Anyway, today I received my order from Siglio Press.  Because the book I was interested in was fairly pricey, and I could get three + the one I wanted for $100, I opted to get the four.  I have started The Nancy Book, and the first essay was interesting, and my brief perusal of Joe Brainard's take on Nancy has also been fun, so if you have an interest in art from the late 60's to 70's, then I would suggest to take a gander.  One thing that struck me when I read the essay is that Joe apparently did not have much interest in making art for the investor market, so he quit rather than just produce for the sake of maximizing profits.  (The author did not put it quite this way, so you won't find that verbatim in the first essay.)

Other than that, I am still disappointed in our president-elect, and the closer we get to the inauguration, the less optimist I am, since he has yet to do anything that disproves my initial negative opinion of him, and if anything, he is increasing that bad opinion, but, hey, if he can disparage President Obama constantly for years, than certainly the populace has the ability to disparage Trump, right?  I think so, but it seems he gets a bit bent out of shape when others exercise their freedom of speech.

Frank O'Hara

One of the things I found interesting about Joe LeSueur's book (Digressions) was how totally ordinary he made Frank O'Hara's creative process seem.  He doesn't describe any great bit of drama or rituals, but rather the matter of fact style of much of the poetry relays fairly accurately the matter of fact way in which they were written.  Much of his poetry was the poetry of his days, perhaps not so esoteric as Pound, but at least it is relatable.  We all watch tv, and we have all seen movies, as well as listen to music.

I wonder sometimes if the more esoteric an author get, does it seem the audience is smaller, or just more pompous because they "get" the author?  I do think poetry should be relatable, because if it requires too much specialized knowledge, then it won't have any sort of audience.

Today's Fresh Poem (brought to you by a bit of confusion)

Here you go, what is currently obsessing me:

Fucking stupid gay white boy

Totally stressing

Race, idiotic to worry about, but

Over-ruling everything

Can I say I just like a poem?

Without mentioning the author’s race,

sexuality, gender, or whatever?

NO, I don’t want all poets to be 

Silly white boys pouting,

Complaining, kvetching,

But if the poem speaks, SINGS!

What matter the details of the poet?

Check Google+ today

All my news is there, except perhaps some comments to family on FB, though I am trying to minimize my use of that platform.  Today I read a nice article about a Reagan appointed judge who made the effort to welcome new citizens after the election, regardless of the rhetoric from the press-elect.  There was also a bit about tribal mineral rights, and whether Trump would find a way to finagle them from the tribes.  I doubt Trump truly cares about this, but as a businessman, he could certainly be swayed into seeing how money could be made by screwing the tribes over yet again.

I still haven't decorated my tree, but such is life.

Poem (#badtrumppoetry)

I posted this earlier on Twitter, but thought I would share it here, since I wonder if any of my nine followers there actually saw or could read it.  For those who can't read my scrawl, here is the transcription:

Trump will have no come to Jesus moment
Regardless what the Right thinks
His Road to Damascus
Is peppered with the bodies of children
and ends
with friends Putin and Assad

Trump will eventually get good press
Regardless what the Press thinks
His White House press room (otherwise)
Is filled with doting sycophants
so ends
with capitulation for access

Trump already has a willing Congress
Seats bought and paid for,
Their support of Fear and Hate
Pushes a disenfranchising agenda
finally ending
the Hope of America's Promise

Truly, I can't judge poetry worth diddly, and would never judge mine, since I am not sure if what I wrote technically qualifies in anything other than the Dada sense.  I like this one, and thinks it does a fair job with my thoughts, though it doesn't have the gut punch this election brought, knowing those I care about are really ok with me being second class, knowing that for whatever reason they felt the best course for this country was to court hate and discord.  The founding father's of this country did compromise, it was how we ended up with some of the less savory aspects of our history, but they did at least compromise, something these past few years has shown me that the recent Republican Congress was unwilling to do, and by that unwillingness, I think they have damaged a fundamental aspect of our government, something that at least worked towards progress, even if in small steps.

Henry Miller's Beauford Delaney piece

Tree decoration isn't going well, but reading is just fine.  My "Art in America" anthology just gave me a refresher on why I enjoy Henry Miller's writing-- that man can convey his enthusiasm, almost like you can feel it.  It probably doesn't help that I also finished a bit more of IRL, and I don't know if Pico has read Miller, but that same sort of urgency is in both of them.  In this case, both of them seem to be saying that regardless of what life tosses you, create, and make something of it.  Too often today, and I am way to guilty of this, if life tosses me lemons, I will go play a video game or get lost in a book just to avoid it.  While I am not sure how much a blog entry is something created, especially a blog entry for a blog with less than a dozen views per entry, this is something.  More of a document of what I have read, what it sparked, what I avoided doing while reading (decorating the tree), or really anything.  Maybe by the end of the year I will actually manage a total of 350 postings, which considering the age of this blog, would be a milepost of phenomenal sorts.  Those years with no postings, just mark those as years when I read or gamed or generally just stuck my head in the sand.  With the way things are going now, that may end  up being the next four years too, unless I somehow manage to keep up with The Donald posts on Google+, since I have, for the time being, stopped posting anything on Facebook, unless it is to share some bit of silliness I posted on Instagram.  Writing is good for me, just to relieve a bit of stress going through my mind.  There are some days when the blog exists side by side with the journal, though that isn't very often now.

The most important thing about social media, and the one thing that will always be my Achilles' Heel is that you need to stay active, because once you stop being active, folks go elsewhere, even friends.

OMG! 1917? Really?

According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the first use of the OMG acronym was in 1917, in a letter to Winston Churchill of all things.  "Letters of Note" reproduces the letter.  It surprised me that it preceded the internet and texting by so many years.  Since I am still working in "IRL,' mention of modern acronyms and other abbreviated versions of words seems fine.  I am still impressed with the book, and read a brief section tonight, as well as a bit more of "[Insert] boy," but tonight is setting up the Christmas tree, before I procrastinate until after the holiday, thereby skipping the project altogether.

Of poetry, I finally finished Joe LeSueur's "Digressions," whose title I shorten because I am too lazy to type the whole thing (or should that be keyboard the whole thing?).  I enjoyed the look into Frank O'Hara's poetry, as well as the picture of New York at that time.  It took me forever to read because I was only reading it at work, and purposefully only in small bits, like a poem at a time.  This book did do one of my favorite things for a memoir to do, which is spike my interest in other authors active at the time, and now I am contemplating ordering the works of Joe Brainard.

Aside from the tree, which still needs ornaments, today has mostly been reading from Dreamspinner Press' Advent Calendar annual event (which my browser won't open so I can link it).  "Krampus Hates Christmas" and "Matthew's Present" have been my favorites so far, followed by "The Orpheum Miracle."

What a mess of genres and books.  Someday I may actually settle down again and focus on reading those things that are supposed to be good for me (read canon), but that was twenty years ago, and while I will mingle those books in, it will likely never be my main focus again.  There is too much out there, and too many things to sample and explore.

Edited to correct spelling of Joe Brainard's name.

Romney, Petraeus, and Trump

It is interesting to note that one of the candidates for U.S. Secretary of State under Donald Trump has been convicted of the same crimes he attributed to Secretary Clinton.  How is it that while he declaimed over and over about her handling of classified materials, he is actually considering nominating someone guilty of mishandling the same types of materials.  I am going to guess that he really has no problems with the issue, and that it was just a good campaign tool.  If you need any proof of Romney's assertion that Trump is a fraud and a con-man, then look no further.

Speaking of Romney, and what will no doubt become an infamous photo of his dinner with Trump, I hope any consideration of why even meeting Trump was on the drawing board is for the same reason after her hard campaign against Obama, Hillary Clinton accepted the position, one reason being because it was for the good of the republic.  I could be wrong, but I don't recall Clinton issuing any sort of apology over what was said during the campaign, and I truthfully hope that Romney is not required to make an apology prior to accepting a nomination (if it comes down to it).  Romney spoke the truth, and it is noble to put aside differences for the good of the republic, but he should not be asked to back down from those comments.  If he does chose to do so, then I hope working for Trump doesn't eat away at his self-esteem, having taken back his words, when Trump invariably tosses him under the bus, there won't be anything left.  He is in a difficult position, but not an unheard of position, but his first priority should be to his emotional self, and if Trump chooses to force an apology prior to nominating him, then I truly hope he tells Trump to get lost.  Colin Powell is a good man who was tossed under the bus by the administration he served (and he didn't even need to eat crow first), but it still cost him greatly.  I would hate to see this recent history repeat itself on another, especially one so out-spoken in his own party about the qualities of the President-elect.

Poetry, again.

I definitely would suggest Smith's "[Insert] Boy" though I do caution that just because I recommend it doesn't make it a pleasant read, rather it is more an insightful read, but one that for me, at least touches on aspects of my that I vaguely remember.  The section I just finished was that which dealt with his grandfather and the cancer that killed him, amongst other things.  It was powerful, perhaps because one of mine was similar, not in cause of death, but in how they lived their life.

On to something brighter, earlier today I also read a passage in "IRL" and the relationship the poet describes with his muse is truly something to read:

The influence of Muse
is not unlike being under
the influence, the way a poem
is spontaneously drunk
on Robert Graves.... (page 30)

Pico runs his lines into these incredible images, and these lines get to galloping along (almost galumphing, but not quite) stopping at unlikely places.

I am not finished with either book, but I am enjoying them, each for their own reasons, and there is probably a good chance I will have another poetry entry on my blog, though it isn't really all I read, just what has grabbed my attention lately.

Book Pile

While my kindle or iPad will both keep books a bit more organized than the chair I use for real books, I do rather enjoy sorting through to find what I want to read, and as you can see, this pile has everything from fantasy, to poetry, to Art essays.  I have always kept several books going at a time, though I think electronics allow that to get out of hand, since it is so easy to stop and start books there  and not realize how many you haven't finished.  If finishing them becomes a priority, perhaps I will do what a friend does and sort the electronic books with a "to read" category.

Poems being read

Over at FB, I tossed out enough junk to show my disapproval of Trump, who I really think is PT Barnum reincarnated.

Anyway, two of the poetry books I am reading right now, "[Insert] Boy" and "IRL" by Danez Smith and Tommy Pico, respectively, are both pretty incredible.  Smith does an gut punching job of connecting the reader with his reality, while Pico, his book being one long form poem, tosses so much to you, some you recognize, some not, because hey, I didn't grow up on a reservation, nor do I know as many dead people Jim Carroll (and Pico).  I have finished neither book, as each has me wanting to take a break, just to process, but both promise to be interesting, and perhaps I will manage to update when I have finished them.

Dark Horse

Reviving that theme of MM romance, this entry will be about Kate Sherwood's Dark Horse series.  Rather then a two person relationship, the primary relationship in this series is a menage a trois.  In all three books, I would say Dan is the main character, as each one seems to focus mostly on his journey.  The series is easy to summarize as beginning the relationship, working on the relationship, and continuing the relationship.  Because relationships are organic things, I did not want to say beginning, middle, end, because even if at the end of book three I felt these guys were solid, there is always something that can come up.  Aside from the main three books Ms Sherwood has created a plethora of side short stories, much like those for THIRDS, that fill in various blanks that are mentioned, but not explored, in the main novels.  I think in trying, and for the most part succeeding, in telling this story, and not focusing it solely on sex, Ms Sherwood did an excellent job of tackling an unconventional relationship.  The men are attracted to each other, and they do have sex, but that isn't all, and while some of it drama because well drama happens in books and that is why you read them, it didn't seem nearly as contrived as it could have been.  The story arcs seem to progress naturally between the books, with nothing so obvious as to make the reader wonder, where did that come from.  If I recall correctly, Ms Sherwood did mention somewhere that she is not a great advance planner, so I will give her a lot of credit for how well these three books interlock.  Anyway, if you are looking for an interesting series that deals with a non-traditional relationship, this is one I would suggest.  It isn't science fiction or fantasy, but rather romance, which is still a genre that require suspension of disbelief, though happening in the "real" world, makes that suspension more of a hope that such a relationship does actually exist.

Richard Aldington's "Childhood" part II

Something I read while at work yesterday, but I liked it, so here it is.  This is part II of Richard Aldington's "Childhood":

I've seen people put
A chrysalis in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come."
But when it broke its shell
It slipped and stumbled and fell about its prison
And tried to climb to the light
For space to dry its wings.
That's how I was.
Somebody found my chrysalis
And shut it in a match-box.
My shrivelled wings were beaten,
Shed their colours in dusty scales
Before the box was opened
For the moth to fly.
And then it was too late,
Because the beauty a child has,
And the beautiful things it learns before its birth,
Were shed, like moth-scales, from me.

The Imagist Poets: A Collection of Imagist Poetry (Kindle Locations 176-181). A & L eBooks. Kindle Edition.

I haven't really read much of the Imagists as a group, or probably even realized I was reading an Imagist poet, since normally I end up reading whatever catches my eye at the time.  This kindle edition was bought strictly to increase my options for reading poetry on the go, and it was cheap.  I should get back to the poem though, or maybe I don't need to, this part says so much just by itself.  Just think of all the children with helicopter parents, whose blades have clipped the wings of their youth, and you get exactly what I think about with this poem.

Chaos Station, a bit of MM space opera

Mentioned in a post last week was the Chaos Station series by Jenn Burke and Kelly Jensen.  If you enjoy a classic science fiction space opera sort of tale, then you will likely enjoy this, as long as you have no issues with the primary couple being male-male.  The books feature space battles, first contact with an alien race, and much more.  While couples outside of Flick and Zed are mentioned, the only couple you really get to know and observe (as a couple) are Flick and Zed, as the authors do a good job focusing on that, while not pretending that other couples don't exist.  The do exist, but aren't the focus of the series, so aside from interactions displaying those reactions, there is little focus on them as couples, though the characters may be fairly well developed outside of that situation. This series seems to have been designed to conclude in five parts, with an implied HEA, since after book four, it isn't something I would take for granted.  The short honeymoon tale they wrote afterwards is a nice light-hearted read, which is needed after what the authors put Flick and Zed through.  Each book here seems to focus on a specific issue, and that issue is mostly resolved within that book in relation to the major story arc, making the books easier to read.  I will need to reread to recall if the books end in a cliffhanger like the serials of old, but with all the books released, even if they do cliff hang, at least you can get the next if you liked the one you just finished.

I am not sure if I actually wrote a decent blog entry here, having worked all night, and I probably need to sleep, but I will post it anyway, because this was one series I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered.  I am going to hope for some future shorts with Flick and Zed, but if the authors plan another full length book or an additional series with these two, I really hope they plan it as well as they did this one, because then I know several people who will enjoy reading it.

More Neruda, but there is so much and it is so good.

Pablo Neruda isn't the only poet I read, but I guess with so much of his stuff around, I find that I read it frequently, so find all sorts of things to mention.

“That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.”

Excerpt From: Pablo Neruda. “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda.”

While I know romance novels are generally not well written, there are many that are, or if they are not, at least they contain something that will send you somewhere else looking for what they mentioned.  R. Cooper's "A Boy and His Dragon" mentions Neruda's love poetry, and while it isn't the reason I discovered Neruda, I rather like that "low" genre fiction can with reference poetry and if done well, it doesn't seem to be striving.  Oddly, though I don't think this poem was referenced in the book, it does fill in a good deal of the book.  When you go looking for nothing, you get everything, which is one way to look at love.  I think every blind date is gone into with low expectations, so if something is found, and if that something is everything, then there you have it.  I like this little fragment from Morning. Sonnet IV, 100 Love Sonnets, as it says something about more than love.

THIRDS

Earlier I posted about various series, and while I don't think I want every entry here to be about books, I do think I will use that earlier post as a launch point for some comments on the series, because if I can get the author another reader, that is a good thing.

Anyway, Charlie Cochet's THIRDS series is an alternate universe with shape shifters explained via science and germ warfare.  (Yes, I know I linked it earlier, but it only seems right to link it again, since this entry is focused on that series.)  So far the series is 7 books, with a few more in the pipeline, and a spin off focusing on the main couple in this series, Dex and Sloane.  Overall, what I like is that Ms Cochet has a full cast of recurring characters, the members of Destructive Delta, and that while most of the books focus on the Dex and Sloane relationship, there are others that focus on the other members, and most importantly, there is a healthy amount of showing the effects the primary relationship has on the rest of the team.  So many books focus on the couple without paying attention to how the coupling really impacts friends and family, and these books try to explore those relationships as well.  THIRDS is a paramilitary police organization, so the device that allows these character explorations is generally that of solving crimes, but as long as every crime is not the same, it gives the books plenty of situations to explore.  With the way things are going, Dex and Sloane will end up as a two man James Bond, and considering how many of those books are there, we readers should have plenty of time to watch their relationship, and the relationships of others on their team, blossom.  I really tried to give a general overview, and I hope that I didn't make it too general or broad, but I also didn't want to review each book or give the dreaded play by play review.  There are a lot of characters and multiple couples, but Dex and Sloane are at the heart of it all, which is why I only mentioned them, though I do like the others.

In addition to the books, Ms Cochet also has an active Goodreads community for this book, and does a good job of keeping readers engaged, perhaps most obviously by the THIRDS Thursdays flash fiction posts, where she responds to various reader prompts, and those prompts are frequently based on some event mentioned in the books, but not explored there, so the world she has created becomes that much richer.  Charlie Cochet's website, with links to the flash fiction posts and other news, can be found here.