Mac

Aug 152015
 

You will get old someday my dear,
if you live long enough.

You will wrinkle up and shrink down.
Your lovely silken hair will become dry
and coarse and your eyes will dim
and your graceful strides will shorten
and hesitate, unless you die young,
which you must not do!

And I will be there beside you and
I will take your hand and I will walk
with you through time and trouble
and depletion. And I will steady you.
Or will you me?

And yet, should we arrive near the end
together, we will have been blessed by
the depth and wholeness of our journey!

The apparent dimness in our eyes and
the slowness of our movements will belie
the laughter in our hearts and the joy
in our souls.

Let’s celebrate!

 August 15, 2015
Mar 232015
 

To sleep, to sleep
to dream dreams deep
to go where I please
with effortless ease

I’ll visit the past
where I saw you last
near the old café
at the edge of the bay.

I’ll hold and I’ll kiss you;
forget how I’ve missed you
since you were taken away
on that unspeakable day.

I’ll love you, my dear,
as though you were here
and put off my sorrow
 … until sometime tomorrow.

 March 23, 2015
Mar 212015
 

For years, her door was always open to me. I would arrive and walk right in. There was never a reason or social protocol to knock first—not in the magical, innocent early years. They were magical years simply because it felt magical when I entered her space—her innocent place, a storybook place where we told each other wonderful stories.

Of course in the early years I alone read and told the stories while she listened in rapt attention to the words and considered the storybook pictures, carefully. Had the artists been present they would have been enormously pleased with her delightful appreciation of each and every one.  She was a very good audience.

Then, as it should always be, there came a time when she began to tell me stories. She did it so well with her vivid imagination and irrepressible enthusiasm. What fun it was!

We always had something to talk about, Camille and I, without having to think very hard at all about it. We laughed a lot too. I loved being in my darling Camille’s space.

 Many years later she read and told stories to her daughter, my granddaughter, in her magical space. And so it goes … and so life passes.

 March 21, 2015
Jan 232015
 

The mind
has places
where
thoughts
are born,
questions
asked,
deeds
hatched
and
launched,
and
memories
… kept,
where
love
or
hate
abides
… or not,
and
friends
are
honored
and
beauty’s
seen
… or not,
where
wonder
and
wonders
and
knowledge
and
hope
and
dreams
are
held,
where
all
the
world
exists
for
who
we
… are.

 January 23, 2015
Sep 292014
 

There is an “instant everything, I can’t wait, and who cares anyway” syndrome that seems to have infected and diminished societies throughout the world. This was vividly apparent when millions of people around the globe celebrated the New Millennium fourteen years ago. It was a kind of mass hysteria, a phenomenon in which they celebrated the arrival of something that had not yet arrived while expressing absolute confidence that it had. In fact it would not arrive for another year.

We—most people on this planet—schedule our lives according to the Gregorian calendar. However, in light of the aforementioned premature global celebration of the New Millennium, it would seem that millions of reasonably well educated people don’t know how that calendar works.

For my purposes here, the singular fact to know is that the construct of the Gregorian calendar is not open to interpretation. It was designed according to fixed concepts and rules without which it would be functionally useless. This is not a “purist” view, as some would have it. In its use, our calendar has just one view and allows no other. With that in mind, let’s agree that the 20th Century did not end until the last second of the last day of December, 2000, and the 21st Century and the new millennium—the third millennium—did not begin until the first second of the first day of January in the year 2001. Again, this is either true or it is not; there is no room for interpretation. If we all nuanced the Gregorian calendar to fit our particular time restraints or other time-related needs, it would be more than absurd; it would cause chaos throughout the entire world.

For those of you who are interested, there is a more detailed explanation of how our calendar works in the final paragraphs. But I can tell you without an iota of doubt that the New (Third) Millennium began on January 1, 2001.

So why did millions of people throughout the world celebrate the arrival of the new millennium on January 1, 2000, one full year before it actually arrived? I could ruminate on Freudian theory for unconscious root causes. I could probably convince some that due to high stress levels caused by the exigencies of our high-tech life styles we experienced a kind of global premature emotional orgasm. But I wouldn’t think of even mentioning such a thing. So let’s stay with some obvious possible reasons:

  1. The media and others did not want to wait another year to make a lot of money.
  2. People bought into it without questioning its authenticity because it was a chance to feel good with others all around the world. Of course that would have been true one year later, as well.
  3. Facts, truth, and the concept of reality have become demoted, obscured, replaced by many people with perceived realities—by what they want to be rather than what actually is. This is akin to a child’s imaginary life. Instant gratification fits here rather nicely.

We Americans are accustomed to instant everything, much of which resolves to instant gratification. “A buck now is better than a buck later.” – even though sometimes a buck later with interest or earnings is definitely better.

Then there is the “Who cares, what’s the difference” thing and it’s a biggy! It is part of a greater general malaise afflicting “younger” generations these days. (I am in an “older” generation). Daily, one hears of high percentages (like 90%) of high school and college students admitting to cheating on their exams; of commonly acknowledged student values that defend the idea that attaining a degree is the paramount objective and that learning the material is less than secondary in importance; that “playing the role” is just as good as “being the role” – maybe even better. Just recently, we learned that many New York City school teachers and administrators have routinely encouraged and helped students to cheat. In my student days, those things would have been an international scandal. The outcry from parents would have been deafening and the schools and teachers would have been publicly disgraced.

It should be clear that celebrating the beginning of the next thousand years prematurely did not happen in a psychological vacuum. The collective wisdom of the ages instructs us to conduct our lives within a fact-based reality system. Stable societies with successful economies, reasonably effective civil governments, and formidable defenses have all adopted this principle.

It is implicit in a fact-based society that its members are required to do the work of living, learning, and generally conducting their lives without taking shortcuts. Otherwise, they will not produce the kinds of accomplishments necessary to maintain stability and growth, and the thread of human progress will be broken. Members of my generation were routinely infused with adages such as “A job worth doing is a job worth doing well.” Cheating in school was rare and cheaters were surely not admired by anyone. We were cautioned with “If you cheat, you cheat only yourself.” My parents did not author these gems of wisdom; they had been handed down from generation to generation for thousands of years—and they are as important today as they always were.

Some things really are black or white; they are or they are not. On January 1, 2000 it was either the 20th Century or it was the 21st Century. It was not a matter of opinion; it was a matter of fact and the fact was that on January 1, 2000 it was still the 20th Century. In fact it was still the 20th Century on December 31, 2000. Now how about that!

We do not celebrate our birthday until it arrives according to the Gregorian calendar. Cashiers at a racetrack will not pay us for a winning ticket until and unless our horse has actually placed in the money according to our bet and the official results of the race. A diploma or degree signifies and honors nothing of value if the work has not been done and the knowledge has not been learned. In truth, it denotes dishonor if it is accepted when it has not been earned. Truth be told, the holder of that degree would be a fake, a phony. There are no gray areas here and there is no room for interpretation. Short of a fun and silly reason to celebrate something, anything, we would not typically say “Hey, I almost won the lottery, let’s celebrate.”

As promised, for those who would like a detailed explanation of just exactly how our Gregorian calendar works, here it is:

The simplest explanation is that you must actually live one full year before you are one year old and before you begin your second year. As you will see, it is really not more complicated than that, though it may seem like it is. But let’s stick with this for a moment. You must live ten full years before you are ten years old.

Okay, simple enough, and we use the same rule to account for our historical years. From day one on our Gregorian calendar, we must have finished ten full years in order to complete the first decade and before we can begin the next decade. The same applies to centuries and millenniums.

Think of birthdays again. From the moment of our birth, our age is calculated from zero to the end of the first year and so on, year after year. For example, at three months of age our parents would say that we are three months old, thereby, and without a second thought, confirming that they began counting from zero — and that it is unnecessary to also state that it is three months of the first year.

If you were born on January 1, 1 (year 1 of our Gregorian calendar), you would have lived one full year on December 31, 1. You would celebrate your first birthday on January 1, 2 (year 2 of our Gregorian calendar) and you would begin your second year on that day. Now take a few moments to make sure that the above two sentences are perfectly clear to you. It is not complicated but once it is clearly understood everything else will make sense—decades, centuries, and millenniums.

Continuing from your birth on January 1, 1, you would complete your first decade on Earth on December 31, 10 and you would celebrate your tenth birthday on January 1, 11 (the first day of the eleventh year) at which time you would have lived ten full years and would begin your 11th year and your second decade.

And so it is with our millennium count. The end of the 10th Century was also the end of the 1st Millennium. The 20th Century did not end until the last second of the last day of December, 2000. This date also marked the end of the 2nd Millennium. The 21st Century and the new millennium—the third millennium—began on the first second of the first day of January in the year 2001. That’s it! It’s not a purist view, it simply is.

So why did we celebrate the New Millennium on January 1, 2000, a full year too soon? Any ideas? I would be delighted if you would share them with me.


 

 September 29, 2014
Sep 082014
 

Again, I read your wise words;
they did not change my life.
I read them countless times
with no relief in sight.

So who are you that preaching so
you deign to think you’re wise?
And who am I that I might think
you merely mean to criticize?

You say this and I think that,
I’m in darkness, you sell light.
You reach out, I move away
and disappear into the night.

Even if you wish me well,
I am today a hopeless fool,
lost among my sunless thoughts
I won’t attend your happy school.

So pass me by and just move on.
It is the wisest thing to do.
There are far too many fools to fix
and wise men are so few.


 September 8, 2014
Aug 292014
 

Silent wind flutters
wings of pretty butterfly
on lovely flower.


FYI: Haiku is a Japanese poetry form of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.

 August 29, 2014
Aug 222014
 

It was the winter of ’55 and it would be the winter of ’56 in fourteen minutes. I was 21yo, in the Air Force driving through Missouri on my way to a new base assignment.

The whole world’s about to celebrate and here I am in my partying prime all alone without a girl to kiss. There’s a lesson here somewhere. What’s the big deal? We’re the only creatures on the planet with a calendar and as far as I know, the big old universe will flow right on past midnight without a glance. So turn off Sinatra and keep your foot on the gas pedal.

What’s the name of this town? I didn’t catch it on the way in. They really do all look the same. Yea, but it’s your whole world if you live here.

Huh, looks like a traffic light up ahead—that’s one more than some of these towns have. How far did I drive today? I’ll be at the base sometime tomorrow.

Is that movie theater actually open? There are only three cars in front and the rest of the street is as dead as a doornail. Dead as a doornail? – How about dead as a deadbolt? Yea, that’s better. Okay, I’m losing it. Maybe I should take a break and check it out; the marquee says they’re having a special New Years countdown.

I parked the car and walked over to the little kiosk in front of the movie house and bought a ticket from a very tired looking man.

Oh boy, there must be two hundred seats in here and a hundred ninety-eight are empty. So I’m sad sack number three. Maybe I’ll put this in my memoirs someday. I’ll call it “New Years Eve in Missouri.”

Good News Flash: It’s almost midnight and I’ll be out of here and back on the road in about five minutes. I guess the special New Years countdown will start after this movie ends. Oh, I see, the movie will continue after the special New Years countdown. I’ll pass on that, and no, I don’t want a rain check. What’s the name of this movie? I don’t recognize it but then I don’t see many movies these days—too busy flying airplanes. Man that’s fun! And it’s real.

Okay, one minute to go. Is that the special New Years countdown, that old black and white clock face on the screen? It looks like it was made in the silent movie days. It’s as old and worn out as this theater. Auld Lang Syne always makes me feel sad and good at the same time … I’m not really feeling the good part right now.

Five, four, three, two, one … oh geez … one guy clapped … three claps … clap … clap … clap. Each clap got duller than the last. The last one was really pathetic. A one-armed man couldn’t have done worse! Come on, give the guy some credit; at least he clapped. Get real, he was being sarcastic. He said what all three of us felt. So I’ll give him credit for that.

Okay, that’s sad. I don’t feel good for these guys. But what am I gonna’ do, stand up and make a rousing speech to two lonely guys about how good life could be for them if they only did … what? What I’m doing? That ain’t gonna’ happen. Anyway, they’d probably beat the crap out of me.

Hit the road, Mac.

 August 22, 2014
Aug 212014
 
We are not at all equal made,
nor is man’s heart complete
to grasp life’s full parade.

One child Tuesday born
may know on some new day
Wednesday child’s scorn.

Richly, one child’s clothed;
one, naked on cold earth lain;
one honored well, one loathed.

To be or not to be, their fate.
The stage is set, the players on.
Which will love, which hate?

Please explain this curse to me,
why one is so precisely blessed
another so condemned to misery.

Please shed some honest light
so I can know the purpose of
the dark affliction in this Life!

 

 August 21, 2014
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