A Marge Piercy Poem – Offered for Black Lives Matter

    The mouth of empire eats onward through the apple of all. Armies of brown men are roasted into coffee beans, are melted into chocolate, are pounded into copper. Their blood is refined into oil, black river oozing rainbows of affluence.   _________________________________________________________ Reading this poem, I immediately thought of Black Lives Matter, and…

Glimpses of Freedom

  It was in sixty-eight in France they wrote, “Beneath the cobblestones, the beach.” Across that time, another clime, it comes to us To teach the mystery of history, its reach From yesteryears to what appears today, on streets Where the hardy flower, freedom, breaks through stone.   We are not lone in this, longing…

Last Gold

    On the last day of November In a surround of trees in final undress I see, still, taunting glory With bright yellow tress, This last holdout, defiant, flaunts to the rest Its golden hope, a bouquet Surmounts still the season, defies the decay Of time. Wonderment that here among trees All varied kinds,…

Gratuitous

  How is it sparse beauty bring still, of fallen gold mere ring– here, here, and there few more– gestures only, mime the store yesterday provide.     Tied ribbonry, waved tassels on a wand, still wield the magus touch: grateful to behold the season’s swan, grace-curved perishing, such simple stride.     Many times…

Watching The Fall, and The Fall of the World

  The time of Great Change in the wheel of the seasons, when beauty signals that darkness approach. Can we see them, these signs that wave us to finity, falling to find us Fall to remind us of passage and ways Quick buried in slumber in mounds red-yellow-umber… Step lightly, they’re sleeping Uncounted their numbering…

Thoughts About Our Present Situation, Based on Maurice Merleau-Ponty’s Inaugural Address to the College of France

The following extracts are taken from Merleau-Ponty’s address, delivered on January 15, 1953.  This translation is in the volume bearing M-Ponty’s title for his address, “In Praise of Philosophy,” published as a single volume by Northwestern University Press in 1963. Our relationship to the true passes through others.  Either we go towards the true with…

Recollecting Hope, Joy, and Energy

  Recollecting Hope, Joy, and Energy I recently had an epiphany of sorts, as I pondered over the bitter mix that so many activists imbibe:  awareness…of injustice; care…for people I cannot protect; sorrow…that comes from empathy; and despair…that can lead to burnout, resignation, passivity.  It does not suffice to say “buck up, others have it…