Is November, really ending, so soon?
I suppose, she always does, before we want
But this very November has been a good one for me
I revisited hidden, failed gardens to find grains to be threshed
in Winter’s field
and I did write poems
with these tired two hands
though more in the space, new mapped, and threshed about
between my ears.
There are so many I love born in november, which how could you not remember, always ends too soon.
My boy. My loves. The middle-yeared body I find myself in. But also, this year, this good year, the nautilus of my poeted honeycomb–and an absurdist holiday.
Adieu and Tchau, pale, fair november.
Thank you for the rain and manna, and especially this year,
for the Wind.
Everything old is new again, even hearts.
But you, my dear friend,
have been haunting me for many fridays,
and even once on a Tuesday, if memory serves.
My skull has cracked in the very best way
and has been pouring out both treasures
Your poems were in a red folder
and you drew a clock, once.
probably in your yellow John-Lennon glasses
and exquisite handedness.
Thank you for the hours past,
Thank you for the hours past,
and back again
in my ruminations of stories and bananas and
We could sweep up typhoons with our words
meeting fronts of the other and making storms real
and in parallel worlds. I will hug Reagen for you. I have been flirting with Jill, and getting ready to dance.
I miss you sometimes.
in my piano room on wednesdays and in certain hours of my days.
So, deep breath
and the floating particles
make an X-ray of my soul
Here I am
On tired feet
and far-flung hay
If no one smokes, how will the undiagnosed depressives who aren’t goth meet?
Am I crazy, or are there data from a lot of women who have paused menses long term? Doesn’t someone want to weigh in on any evolutionary insights?
My 2012 Ticket
I shit you not,
Seriously, what were their latest approval ratings?
Time to let the well-seasoned women give it a go, plus
I see Barrie as the Secretary of State.
and one more thing VP Michelle.
She is smart and sassy and transcends class in a way
recently shaken (Maundy Thursday)
Hilary is impressive as a working mother, and is relate-able to all, having been humbled
and risen again.
And I was honestly peeved when Michelle gave up formal work to nest her girls. She showed some teeth with fresh foods but then went on vacation. (sigh.)
Frustration is showing in the the folks-geist of working mothers and caregivers–we want action. We need jobs, safe places for our kids to play, and a dedicated line to the Oval office.
Perhaps I am a dreamer–but why not resurrect the ancient tradition of letting women man the stores. I do not agree with the usual panarama of trepidatious females in the shadow of spear-holding (hmm, hmmph) males.
I have read for 125+ hours on the subject and I have a Husserl-ian feeling that women invented language. We are tracing the tree, and I have an armchair-philosophers account of baskets and bargaining that says the parts of our brains that can help us sort it out with language and such
makes us pretty good candidates.
I was recently reminded of the unspoken but obvious divide between alumni of SJC. Like Monte de Sol and de Luna, sit grounded and apart, so sit the fiscally endowed social conservatives stout-legged and slightly wrinkled around the mouth and the sometimes clay-footed, patchouli wearing advocates on the left. And what stands between these over simplified, I know, groups but some clay buildings and dusty words; mixed with the wonderful timeless meetings of youthful minds. There were seeds of the divide in seminar of course, and you could see the shape of the trees that comes with matured youth, and liberal application of the basic realities of the world.
I am in the Lunar camp, the ones that give money to organizations with green in the name, and really, really wish people would stop voting against their best interest (hrmph), but really, some of my best friends have been Libertarians.
Any idea on how the same ideological soup, or I guess shared moral and political theory spins into such, disagreement?
So, first of all, I must say that I have been begging for a “This Week in Feminism” on either Jon or Stephen’s show and I hope the recent unsettled volksgeist of my fellow sisters haven’t soured the possibility. Really boys, do it–the subject is ripe.
But first, let’s talk.
Mr. Stewart, your snark about the women’s bathroom left me with the feeling that you could use some schooling on the realities of the world. You should ask all the matriarchs in your family what it was like and then come ask me and I will tell you what it is still like.
There are funny women in the world–find them. Work harder to break up your “douchebag is the funniest word we know” boys club–though beautiful boys you are –and catch more of the other side of the equation.
It has warmed my cockles to see women being celebrated in these Olympics games. Women have shown their toughness, which many in the world seem surprised by, and have carried the hopes and glories for their countries. Unlike in the usual soup of male-driven sports being widely watched in the US professional sports arena; Canadians watched their women hockey players with full attention.
And then comes the cigars.
NPR’s coverage before the bruhaha started was just about right for me. Athletes can be athletes! And if Canadians are partying, we shouldn’t the triumphant heroes?
Oh right, the have to be lady-like to satisfy some. And I am reminded of a woman I learned about in a Women in Latin America seminar who shocked the parlor-set by smoking a cigar. If memory serves, she also boggled their minds by showing that you could almost balance a scale with a unlit cigar on one side, and a closed case holding a burnt cigar with the mass of the ashes and smoke accounted for.
She mystified by showing that women do not have a mystique.
Women athletes are made of muscle and bone and I am sure the athletes of Greece reveled with Bacchus in their triumphs.
I remember the women of U.S. Soccer shocked the world by ripping off their sweat-soaked jerseys in their celebration.
And I have been following closely the first female skier from Iran. Here because they powers that be in her country deem the skin-tight suit covered enough, and thank you for that small miracle. I heard she finished last, and I am grateful that she was not in a sliding sport. I am usually glued to the television this time of year. The Olympics have always been a beacon for me, but I had the misfortune of tuning in the night they covered the two-woman bobsled and watched the event (LIVE). Uck, poor Vancouver. It is not their fault that this Olympics has resembled a slowly un-folding and mosaic snuff reel.
I did revel in the Men of figure skating finally getting their due. But Johnny Weir was robbed. His crown of roses was for bronze, which he justly deserved. Evan was wonderful. And as your probably heard the Russians threw a hissy fit and threw in a dash of misogyny for good measure. Evan skated like a man, a powerful graceful man, and Yvgyny skated like he was scared and wobbly, you know like you Russians would call “a girl.” I think Yvgyny’s comeback has been gutsy and I wish he has spent more time developing his grace, because you know we are talking about figure skaiting.
And the women skaters were also great, and awe-inspiring.
As were the women skiers. Tough and unlucky.
Which brings me to my other meditation of the week. Healthcare.
I propose that women are especially suited to certain tasks and preoccupations with life and death issues. If there had been more leadership in the denominations around the world (religious and governmental), I believe that the world would be a better place right now. We are the whistleblowers and the big-picture people. We have a tendency to stay grounded in the non-abstract. In most family constellations we are the default caregivers and we often watch the succession of generations as we hold the hands of both the babies and the dying.
I can say of my own career, that it was interrupted by my need to care for my families small and large. I have been affected by Katrina, and I have thrown my dwindling resources behind access for the disabled and equal rights for other the last classes of human beings left out of modern civil rights.
Why weren’t Michelle and Hillary at the healthcare table?
The next roundtable discussion must, must be about education.
And I hope to see Laura Bush there.
This is my one womans-eye view of the present policy need commonalities:
Childhood obesity = need for higher-quality foods in schools and communities
Republicans want food-stamp reform = restucture WIC and foodstamps to include bonus dollars for fresh produce and high-nutrition foods.
And while we are at it: Put the republicans to a moral test on their want of family values:
Propose more flexible FMLA to include short-term extensions of paid benefits for any kind of caretaking in modern families to include male and female duties and leave for:
- veterinary emergencies
- parent care
- child sick leave (the CDC issued guidelines on this too late and the Department of ED, or at least my local school district seemed to have problems providing good guidelines for illnesses and did not accommodate any of the real-life issues of single-mothers without leave benefits.)
- wellness time for self-care
- matched leave for volunteer work for federal and state employees
I also think and believe that the government should spur job-creation by creating jobs with health benefits right now.
How do you defray costs by including young workers who are healthy by employing and training the young in professions such as
- caregivers for the profoundly disabled
- translators and interpreters
- web-designers for public, interactive and accessible websites
- upgrading federal databases
- planting and maintaining community garden spaces and finding underused public lands for new ones
- delivering CSA-modeled boxes to under-served local food districts
- distributing knowledge and food at local libraries or community centers with extended operating hours for English-language classes and computer access
- working at small respite-centers for community members who need resources (small, emergency packets of diapers, hydration support support, and information on local and state resources available to them.)
- Public art works projects a la New Deal, and please, someone employ the writers and the recorders to go and catch America at this moment like they did before–it was a good idea.
Thanks for listening to my rant.
I do have one more peep.
How would I find the money…well, because I am a taxpayer.
The administration of public-health services needs a spruce up.
If an efficiency expert were to be set loose on the place, I think she would find that managers are over-paid and under-supervised.
I had the pleasure of sitting through the recent public hearing on the 5% cut ordered by the governor.
First of all, there was precious few public there, and the first speaker was a man who argued that we are in end times. Most of the speakers were contractors of the state, whom I would categorize as special-interest groups. There were a few speakers who are consumers of public health services, many in wheel chairs, who also spoke and touched me deeply. They were accompanies by their caretakers, who were all female and as they described, have children without health insurance and they, themselves have no sick leave.
There are so many jobs that should be federal jobs in my humble opinion:
- Early Childhood Intervention workers
- All security personnel at federal and state and city offices, as well as computer support personnel
- Under-paid caregivers of the disabled and the elderly who often have children of their own
- Public daycare centers with educational benefits (a la GI Bill) for workers
- Maintenance workers responsible for common areas and general decay in their areas
- Workers for expanded free Summer recreation and food programs
- SAT tutors, coaches, mentors, and nurses-in-training
- Internet access specialists
- Workers to refurbish donated computers to needy schools and students
- Communications specialist to add accessible content and enhanced feedback functions to local schools web-sites and serves as hubs for health alerts and disaster preparedness
- I could go on, but….you get the idea.
We do not have to create these systems form scratch, we just have to support the people who have already answered the call.
There is a business bent in my state, and the use of contractors has become the efficiency straw-man.
We have been told to prepare for health-care benefits cuts. State workers have been asked to sacrifice the entire human staff of our human resources, no merit raises for three years, and we still come to work everyday. We have planes flown at us; but, there is an army of good people (with new jobs) ready to set loose through the US Census on the streets to count us. I am still excited about the future, more or less.
But let us seize this moment, ladies AND gentlemen.
Please, pick one thing you’d like to see changed and write a letter.
If you are like many, un- or under-employed, then consider yourself deputized.
By the powers vested in me by absolutely no-one: go and do good.
Feed someone, turn off the video game console, and do a google search of mentoring or volunteering opportunities in your area. Act local and move the global. Even you Ron Paul boys, c’mon. Start the seeds of business in places that need them desperately. If government is the thesis and business in the antithesis, then can we not agree that the synthesis is a better place for everyone?