Saturday, December 30, 2023

Published in Autumn Sky Poetry Journal

 Although I haven't submitted poems to journals in at least eight years (it is hard work, time consuming, and I fight with depression), I was honored that Autumn Sky decided to resurrect one of my poems from their archives for their daily:


https://autumnskypoetrydaily.com/2023/12/17/from-the-archives-joan-of-arc-by-chris-crittenden/


Thank you to editor Christine Klocek-Lim for her incredible passion, dedication and perceptive appreciation of poetry for many years now.  This was a wonderful holiday gift for me!


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Correction was made:  eight years since I stopped submitting poetry to journals, at the turn of 2015.

Friday, December 29, 2023

Poem: Before

 

Before

 

no bald pigs slopping at troughs,

no gelded, branded, broken chattel,


instead roams of aurochs.

foams of errant bats,

 

and weaves of neon fish

who escher-float in kelp tapestries

 

luminous with pregnant medusas.

 

no satellites to slice through the waist of Venus,

no contrail cruel as a rogue bullet,

 

flatulent from an airplane’s ass.

 

instead prosperous skies,

opulent with minstrel flocks,

 

and large vivid butterflies

flirty with luna moths,

 

how they waltz, tango, pirouette,

 

no streetlamps to confuse,

no pavement to mar the esplanades,

 

pollinating golden,

 

no corporate pollutants,

poisonous to all that has ever been breathed.





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1/28/24 ... more mods


12/30/23 ... "has ever been birthed" replaces "had ever been made"

Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Poem: In the Field

 

In the Field

 

twitches under jackstraw husks,

those fussy rodents,

hot-hearted voles,

 

it was hard

not to see them as fate-colored,

 

creeping as they were

in a cracked paisley

havocked by the retreat of frost.

 

yes, the green had begun to birth,

rending foams of dry needles,

pricking with its little feet.

 

there would be butterflies,

those standard-bearers

for hysterias of pollen.

 

the vole-hearts 

would feed the oil-soft, yellow-striped bellies of snakes.

 

this was god’s parchment, the field:

this official yet tattered scroll,

flip-flopping with its decrees.

 

there would be plump berries,

then sturdy ladders of ice,

both of them nurtured

then assassinated.

 

and always the battling hungers,

nature’s toilsome bane of judgments,

the owl-neck twists.



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Why do humans go to war?  Because nature linked hunger, pain, and emotion to performance and, furthermore, made trust almost impossible, not without force.      

Sunday, December 24, 2023

Op-Ed: Biden is wrong to support Netanyahu's evil


 Biden is wrong to support Netanyahu's evil


It took the death of a poet to motivate me to write about circumstances I have selfishly avoided, due to the sheer pain of confrontation.   It is a taint on my soul that I required such impetus, so belated in my response; for the horror of the butchery of war, a tyrant’s unjustified, merciless infliction, has been global center stage; first Putin in Ukraine, and more recently Netanyahu in Israel.  Both have initiated a bloody campaign of wanton bombing and rampant war crimes.  The Washington Post led off today with “More than 20,000 dead in Gaza, a historic human toll.”  Hospitals, homes, and, in general, the structural cores of communities have been pulverized into rubble.  The secondary headline read, “How Israel pushed over a million Palestinians into a tiny corner of Gaza.” 

 

A more honest headline would have used the word “herded”; for the people are being treated as subhuman, as nothing more than animals.

 

Netanyahu knows what happens when you drop so many bombs of such power, on par with the USA’s ordinance in Vietnam, and then send tanks to rumble through the annihilated areas (1).  With every such attack, it is clear that children will suffer and die in the bombardment.  Netanyahu is following his fellow dictator Putin’s strategy:  the use of atrocity and barbarism to shock and cow opposition.  The victims, those who survive, suffer and witness incomprehensible cruelties. 

 

Witnessing the slightest bit of it myself, through news media, I found myself asking, ‘Who can defeat the Devil’s sword?’

 

Such are the times in which we parlously dwell.  A wave of fascism menaces the world, and on its crest ride dictators who not only lack conscience but  unfetter pure evil.  Why?  To spread their own narcissistic reach.  To aggrandize themselves.  


Netanyahu referenced the Old Testament, 1 Samuel 15:3, to justify his actions:

 

Now go and smite Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.

 

 In cultish calculation, charismatic dictators such as Putin and Netanyahu are manipulative and perceptive.  In management of government or business they are corrupt, above all else, and beyond that glaringly incompetent.  And when it comes to matters of decency and ethics, they present a barren, twofold face:  the cold eyes of an insect, and the bellowing rage of a beast, one that lacks loyalty to anything except the bottomless rapacity of its insecure ego.

 

Often such leaders are called “strongmen.”  I completely object to this misnomer.  It grants them an unworthy association with the virtue of strength.  As I have written in other posts, leaders like Netanyahu should be called what they are:  parasites.  They are parasites that gorge to bloat on vitality and virtue, leaving an improverish, enfeebled nation  

 

Indeed, Israel is fast becoming hated and isolated on the world stage.  Netanyahu himself has been charged with felony corruption in Israel.  Yet he still manages to get these charges put on hold, over and over, due to political crises that he does his best to foment.  It has come out, in fact, that he was paying Hamas through Qatar, money that Hamas used to buy weapons, no doubt involved in its Octorber 7 attack.

 

My point is, these ‘strongmen’ are parasites.  They bring crises and corruption. They have, for instance, no qualms about starting a war for no reason except political gain.

 

In the sights of my pen--a far better way to target than the sights of a gun--is Netanyahu’s ethnic cleansing.  The genocide of the citizens of Gaza.  There is no doubt this is what’s happening.  The horror is as naked as a stomping footprint of Godzilla.  An area the size of Rhode Island has been reduced to ruins in a little over two months.  The people--refugees in their own land--have been herded into a tiny corner where they starve; where they lack electricity and water, and face disease.  Without embellishment, the statistics chill and render agonized anyone who dares empathy:  20,000 dead, seventy percent women and children.  Beyond the statistics, fearless journalists have recorded the travail, some of them dying for their bravery.  We see rivers of refugees, on foot and haggard, scenes reminiscent of WWII.  We hear how mothers and their children, trapped under collapsed structures, perish before help can reach them.  We see bullet-riddled hospitals, half destroyed by bombs, in which the IDF claims Hamas had been hiding; and yet the evidence is not sufficient to show any such thing (WaPo).  We learn that the so-called “safe zones" have been relabeled as “safer zones” by the IDF.  An Orwellian change that sugercoats the truth:  the refugee camps that the Palestinians were told seek have themselves been bombed.  

Overall, there are many films and images of children maimed, bloodied, sobbing ... Most recently I saw corpses of newborns in a hospital who died because Israel cut the power.

 

CNN informs us that half the bombs dropped by Israel have been “unguided” bombs, and therefore indiscriminate:


https://www.cnn.com/2023/12/13/politics/intelligence-assessment-dumb-bombs-israel-gaza/index.html


The hunger, the bombing, the internet blackouts, the disease, the treatment of humans as chattel--actually worse than chattel, for even chattel are given food and water--this all redounds on Netanyahu.  Two days ago, we learned that IDF soldiers killed three shirtless men waving a white flag.  It turned out that they were Israeli citizens who were hostages of Hamas.  The IDF soldiers seem possessed by a spirit of vengeance and bloodlust.  Their first reaction is to injudiciously kill, even if the victims have no weapons, are shirtless, and wave a white flag.  One of the men yelled out in Hebrew, and was shot anyway.

 

Does the IDF hate the Palestinians so much that their first reaction is to swiftly pull the trigger?

 

With the barest details, given above, it is evident that what is going on in Gaza is the unspeakable act of a dictator, Netanyahu, carrying out a plan of extirpation--to pull out by the roots.  It is so wicked and racist that it must be called a pogrom; and so Netanyahu is doing to others what was done to the Jewish people by Hitler.  It is a perverse version of the Hammurabic Code, a genocide for a genocide, the exact opposite of the Golden Rule.

 

At least one prominent thinker, Macha Gessen, has made a comparison between the Jewish Ghetto and the living conditions of Palestinians: 

https://www.newyorker.com/news/the-weekend-essay/in-the-shadow-of-the-holocaust

 

For this, the writer received the Hannah Arendt Prize for Political Thought:

https://apnews.com/article/germany-hannah-arendt-prize-masha-gessen-1923648579baea413c8b35cc436375fe


To conclude this paper, I am compelled to ask, What the hell is the President of the United States, Joe Biden, doing? 

 

The world watches what is happening in Gaza as if a scene from Dante’s Inferno had risen from the mythological depths.  We witness it on handheld devices, thanks to our telecommunicated era.  We see the Palestinians, the majority of whom are not Hamas, wither and die under starvation, privation, slaughter, and forced containment in death fields that once constituted home and community.  And we see President Biden supplying the bombs.  We see Biden leveraging the USA’s veto power in the United Nation to argue against a ceasefire.  We watch this, not just me, many people--people who embrace the dire importance of “Never Again”--and we say, “You!  Aren’t you the leader of the ‘free- world’?  You!  Aren’t you the so-called champion of human rights?”

 

Repeatedly on this blog, I have argued that ethics is a technology that we humans can advance; and that a democracy should and must advance human rights, not just wave them in gilded font on its banner.  Failure to advance ethics technology will most likely result in a Doomsday War that will end civilization (2).

 

Because this is such a horrific thing to say, something that I myself find almost unimaginable, I will elaborate my arguments in respect to Netanyahu’s evil. 

 

Fascist dictators rise to power by instilling hate in their worshipful followers, hate for specific target groups--the effigies, the scapegoats.  This hate is of the most virulent sort.  It is a hate so furious, so limitless, that it does not shy from the death of children,  It does not shy from the enaction of 1 Samuel 15:3.  Indeed, this hate has to be that extreme to create cultish followers; a hate so vast that it obliterates reason and blinds conscience; a hate that implants a psychotic delusion:  that certain human beings aren’t human at all, only “vermin.”

 

This is the kind of hate that a fascist dictator must sow to seize absolute control and demand anything that he wants (I use the pronoun 'he' because sexism and anti-LGBTQ+ are inherent to fascism).  The followers sacrifice health and money, as their leader vacuums up riches.  If told to die for the dictator, they will.  If told to murder, there is no remorse.  Their reality is what the dictator wants it to be.  It is hard to fathom that people could be so ignorant and self-destructive.  It comes down this virulent hate, which draws from the worst of fear.  A hate so strong it walls off the mind from reason and rectitude.  Brick by brick the dictator builds this wall.  His tongue is the trowel.  His deceit is the mortar.  Hate is the brick itself.

 

Again, I ask, what is Joe Biden doing?  His choice to support Netanyahu is unfathomable in its failure.  Not only a failure to advance human rights but, as well, an antithetical act that disgusts the conscience--the condoning of genocide.  Even as Biden warns the world about a fascist dictator in America, Donald Trump, he turns around and supports another one.  He undercuts his own integrity and message.  He says to Netanyahu, “Go on.  Drop your 2,000lbs bombs.  I will even give them to you.  Drop them indiscriminately.  I know they will kill thousands of children, but, please, go ahead.  Rumble your tanks through the ruins created by your ethnic cleansing.”

 

I didn’t want to write this.  Evil is hard to face.  But we ought to, regardless.  I understand people are selfish, so I ask you this:  Do you want to survive?  Do you want your children to survive?  Fascist dictators seek war.  Putin  did.  Netanyahu did.  Such evil could easily spark WWIII.  Remember how WWI started:  an assassin's bullet.  That was all it took.  

 

Nationalism and hate are on the rise, taking the world to the brink of doom.  There is Xi in China, Modi in India, Kim Jong Un in North Korea, and many more.  If Trump wins in 2024, the USA will become fascist.  

And so, it is quite simple.  Do you want to survive?  Do you want your children to survive?  If so, stand up to fascism.  Civilization will not survive malignant narcissistic tyrants who use their armies to expand their egos.  Nuclear weapons will be launched. 

The poet I mentioned in the first sentence of this essay is Refaat Alareer.  The last poem he wrote before he died was, “If I Die.”  He was killed in a targeted Israeli airstrike that also killed several members of his family:

https://lithub.com/watch-brian-cox-read-if-i-must-die-by-murdered-palestinian-poet-refaat-alareer/

 

 

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Footnote

 (1) https://www.cnn.com/gaza-israel-big-bombs/index.html

 (2) http://owlwholaughs.blogspot.com/2023/11/op-ed-trillions-of-happy-humans-its.html




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1/23/24 ...typo edits


12/26/23 ... more streamlined, better writing ... 


12/25/23 ... smoothed the writing a little




12/24/23 ...


[Although this essay needs editing, I wanted to get it posted before Christmas.  I'll edit it more soon.  On Christmas, I want to celebrate the joyous side of life.  I feel, however, that we need to face the dark side of life just as fully.  "That which we do not bring into consciousness appears in our lives as fate."]

Saturday, December 23, 2023

Poem: Her Body Becomes the World

 

Her Body Becomes the World

 

she’s branching,

each shoot a seed

birthing arabesques.

 

her flesh is her paint,

and she draws a mandala

florid and noble,

 

a kaleidoscopic eye

whose triangles are thorns

and ziggurats and yonis.

 

she’s been this way

ever since time

circled and clasped itself,

forming a web.

 

future raveled around past,

she’s unlikely to leave

the garden of her wounds,

 

or the blossoms

swarming her seams.

 

she watches

as they procreate and riot,

sustaining her spidery heart,

her uplifted wings.




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Friday, December 22, 2023

Poem: Black Window

 

Black Window

 

townsfolk 

pass through the crosshairs,

the fourfold of the panes that form a cross,

delicate thin white bones.

 

marble on a grave

could be this devoid,

a surface that cries,

too smooth to have a throat

 

and therefore silent,

inky yet wordless.  soundless.

no sense in its watery evasion,

scared as a cuttlefish.

 

the townsfolk keep on,

treading through the crosshairs,

over and over,

halloaing and halloaing.

 

they teem numb as zeros,

kind in the center of the squares,

so different from what goes on in the corners,

such hints of the morose.




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2/24/24 ... changed a word

1/28/24 ... more mods

1/1/24  "the morose" replaces "morose"

12/23/23 ... removed "maybe" before "marble ..." 











We should be kind.  But half as kind as we are now, for it fosters complacency, and twice as alert to the danger of the fascism that is about to take over.  Unless people stop using a kindness mask to hide.  

Wednesday, December 13, 2023

No poems for a while

 I won't be able to write poems for a while.  I am grading papers.  However, I have been editing poems already on the blog.   I've edited about a dozen in the last few days, usually ones that received some outside attention (I can see when a poem has been 'clicked on' in the stats section).   One poem I edited is "Wary Forest."  I can't remember the others.  I'm very tired mentally and still on crutches.   I think I can get better health insurance through the State next year.  This year, I had terrible insurance.  Even a few x-rays cost me $700.  It's an insane amount.  For some people in the world, that's all they make in a year.   I certainly can't afford that expense level, so I continue to hobble around on crutches.

Thanks to all who read the poems,

OWL


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Saturday, December 9, 2023

Poem: Deer Season

 

Deer Season

 

gunfire,

prelude to a last heartbeat,

belches as i clutch zinc moss,

praying to a pale atmosphere,

such floating ribs.

 

maybe the gunfire

thumping my cochlea

won't know me from a trunk.

best not to be a mammal,

rather a cipher of xylem.

 

fleet wind

sprays the spruce with hissed jazz,

so they shimmy and wiggle,

a gleeful coniferous tribe,

unfazed by yet another ‘deer season’

in lawless 'washington county.'

 

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12/24/23 ... "such" replaces longer phrase ... 





My brother's birthday.  He would've been 54, a far better person than me.  At least he and my father didn't live to see democracy so in peril, withering around the world, as well as here in the US.  They both believed in democracy, that it could improve and spread.  

I, too, believe it can.  Though the odds are vitiated by the rise of fascism.   Humanity, it seems, has learned little from WWII.  Abuse and Fear continue to pinion the wings of fairness, equality, compassion, and dignity.  

Fascists view the world as primarily an ugly, shallow place, and see little value in human life.  Corrupt generals shovel untrained soldiers like coal to die in heaps on the battlefield.  Money and power are the goal.  A facade of beauty is the best one can achieve.  

I think, though, that a longer life, living this way, even if you can manage it, is of less wealth than a shorter life lived as an honest person who sees fascism for what it is--the maintenance of a human ant colony held together by fear, corruption, prejudice, hierarchy, fanaticism and violence--and who does what they can to avoid becoming such an ant.

Thursday, December 7, 2023

Poem: Black Rock

 

Black Rock

 

crushed by tectonic jaws,

a chunk of prehistoric sludge

huddles in a molecular sty.

 

some kiln of ooze

etched the slaughered rhomboid

with its epitaph,

 

tile of the underworld,

stygian prism,

vestige of natal thrash--

 

when volcanoes puled

and lightning tottered,

and the blackness crept,

 

still malleable then,

quaking under the tantrums

of a brutal destiny.




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1/28/24 mods

Tuesday, December 5, 2023

Poem: Baby Picture

 

Baby Picture

 

am blonde,

have a cute smile,

none of these scars,

 

no hint of the white

which took over my scalp

at age sixteen.

 

quite a youngster there,

ready for quantum mechanics,

love,

japanese,

 

anything, really,

 

maybe because money hadn't been found me yet,

or creases of pain,

or politics or god.

 

yes,

 

a drop of light in those eyes,

so big and round and clear,

could soothe the world 

with a ripple of peace.

 

 

 

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1/28/24 mods

Sunday, December 3, 2023

Poem: Slain

 

Slain

 

the edge of time is a cut.

it bleeds not into the future,

but the hungry past.

 

the best we can hope for

is the rarest sort of beautiful virtue,

kindness from a tiger,

 

or a worker ant.

 

photographs are slices

which, more often than not, force us back;

and then sometimes

you can just make out the telescoping jaws,


and how,

 

piece by piece,

we are fed to this pursuer,

history’s long inescapable throat,


and yet somehow


we get heavier as we go,

all too aware our flesh will be slain.

 

one chance is all we get,

a single moment, at last,

to look back into the eyes of the childlike monster

who hunted us down, all the while.




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1/28//24 some mods

12/4/23 ... fixed typo


I've been going back and editing poems from '22 and other years.  I think some are better.  I hope.