Thursday, October 4, 2018

In A Monograph My Series Of Poems Was Reviewed in the 1990s

In a Monograph about my work, Dina Ben Lev discussed the poems I read in 1987 at the Poetry Center at San Francisco State University.  

I Read Poems About Mental Health Treatment After Sexual Assault in 1987

Today I will share reviews about the series of poems I wrote and read at The Poetry Center at San Francisco State University in 1987.  The poems are not about the current events in Washington D.C.  But the series of poems was about the same theme.  I can share images of the review from the Poetry Center Newsletter.  When Dina Ben Lev wrote a monograph about my work in the 1990s, she included discussion about my series of poems.  



Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Alcohol In Sarah Shaber Novel

Regarding alcohol.  Alcohol is in the news in the hearings about Kavanaugh.  There are different mode of alcohol use and abuse.  I think the Kavanaugh description is predatory,  (I believe Dr. Ford, I very much do not want to see Kavanaugh approved.)  

I re-read a Sarah Shaber novel, Shell Game.  The new Sara Paretsky novel which comes out this month is called Shell Game.  There is another novel, Shell Game, somewhere as well.  

I am reminded that the two Sharah Shaber detectives in the two series I have read by her, Simon Shaw and Louise Pearlie,  are characterized as abusing alcohol.  In the most recent title in Shaber's Louise Pearlie series is Louise's Lies, a central theme is alcohol.

I admire the description in which Louise, rationing starved, has high hormone attractive quality as she drinks socially.  Hunger is the best sauce, is a saying.  This is an element of alcohol use or abuse during World War Two, in the novel, Louise's Lies, her character wonders why she is going out with this suspect in the bar murder from the first pages of the book.  It is because Louise is a spy, but she also accepts when she is asked out.  She was asked to dinner, but she knows it is because they can have a social drink.  At her rooming house they are doing without their rations of butter and sugar so they can have cookies Christmas Eve.  

I think we observe there are different modes of alcohol use and abuse.  One mode is actually predatory, to have an unsuspecting girl have a beer.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Saw A Mystery Movie, A Simple Favor

A Facebook Friend recommendation, and a Photo theme of discomfort, the thin fashion stiletto shoe and the pavement in drenching rain image in the trailer of the movie A Simple Favor led me to see this movie, along with a central character who was a Video Blogger.  I went yesterday, Tuesday, and the discomfort photo theme did continue - the shoe image contrasted with another shoe style, along with dialogue about this shoe reality.  It is not all the time that a movie does discuss this truth - to walk is hard in the fashion shoe styles.  And to walk is necessary.  A Simple Favor was a pretty good movie, one of the central characters really was a Video Blogger.  In a brief scene, you could see how her camera was mounted to show her main Video Blog setting at her kitchen island. It was a mystery.  I guess the discomfort photo theme was a treatment of the mystery cozy style.  

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Aerial Video At Teachers' Strike - poem I read Friday Evening

I include here the poem I read yesterday at the Distinguished Writer Series Open Mike.  The featured reader for the evening at Emmanuel Presbyterian Church was Josie Emmons Turner. 

Aerial Video At Teacher's Strike

At the video's top, that is me,
a bit of yellow-green.  Screen grab,
print screen, paste into Power Point,
and Save As a Jay-Peg.

This can appear from several positions.
I share on Facebook the photo
from my track phone -
the helicopter up above.

Police motorcycles drove up,
intersection-circled, and parked in a row.

The helicopter circled at the top view
the building which was
the Lynn Funeral Home, the building
and me, the bit of yellow-green.

The bit of yellow green which can appear
from several positions does not know
why police motorcycles
intersection-circled and parked.
It is hours later, when I look at the aerial video
the motorcycles escorted marchers to the rally.

And hours later, Inside, inside, the lady
who had become bent over
with osteoporosis, she walked with a cane.
It was 1985, my mother bent over.

Her funeral was at First Lutheran in 1986.
How the family was long ago in 1985.  My Aunt.
We saw a child outside see many cars
go by with the police escort to the cemetery.

I was walking to the library.  The family.
Ancestry Dot Com.  The 1940 U.S. Census.
For some chance to glimpse
my father.  At the Olympia archive months back

a younger person than my father,
but my father, unmistakeably.
Three photos, my father holds a camera
my father climbs a ladder,
and most clearly,
my father stands beside another man.

At the latest early 1941, for my father
left the pharmacy job at Northern State Hospital
early in 1941.  From a name
in the U.S. Census, from portraits in U.W.
year books, from obituary bios
of the wife of the other man, and the man -

he was a chemist at Northern State Hospital
where he met his wife who graduated
from Sedro-Wooley High School and became
Northern State Hospital's switchboard operator.

She lived nearby.  He was phi-beta-kappa.
An elected official recommended my father
who worked his way through pharmacy school
as a cook for Standard Oil.

From the ladder my father takes a picture.
He takes a picture that is the aerial video.
He takes the aerial video from the sky
of so many marchers in red.

Does anyone see how hard that is?
To walk and walk and have no job?
To walk and walk beyond the jail
that appears on another rim of the video,

and to walk beyond the library – to walk
to Work Force to walk and walk
and have no job?

I walked and walked.

Friday, August 10, 2018

A Visit To King's Books

Distinguished Writer Series is this evening at Emanuel Presbyterian Church on J Street.  This week I visited King's Books, the previous venue for the reading series, to find Atticus and Herbert, the cats, holding down the fort with a positive balance while an additional business is being carpentered into the building front. 
The new small shop at the front will be for records and consignment, I believe.  Meanwhile, there is this weekend a sale at King's a two for a dollar sale.  

Friday, July 27, 2018

Diary Returns My Thoughts To The Summer Job From 1968

Fifty Years ago - this Friday, this was my diary entry.  This is the transcription. 
We are done doing Ajax samples.  What a fine job!
Yesterday the best house I think belonged to the Krafft’s – a long cement walk through thistles and roses, daisies, dandelions and a butterfly going across a leather glove  a collie.
Very good.  No one around.
Today we got a wild route for afternoon.  We had a boundary on the State Game farm & one on Chambers Creek Road.  We went down this one long hilly bumpy driveway in the car – there were these signs Beware Of Dog all along.
We get to the house – the dog comes barking out.  I say, I’m not getting out.  No on your tintype –
Janet gets out.  There’s the lady.  The Dog Bites…
But he didn’t bite Janet fortunately & we beat a hasty retreat.