5/4/2022 blog

Have submitted the revised version of my romance novella to my publisher. It will probably take at least a month to get to publication.

I have an idea for yet another novella on a very different subject. It would be a Tom Clancy-like story about military conflict. I generally don’t like the war-story genre: “boys with toys.” But there is only so much you can say about personal problems and romance.

And as Ukraine shows, wars still happen. This plot would be similar to that 1980s film Red Dawn about a military invasion of the U.S. Maybe not realistic, but this would be fiction.

5/3/2022 blog

On politics again

The issue of abortion appears to have come before the Supreme Court again. My opinion is that if a woman is in a very bad situation or been abused by a man, she should be able to abort the child in her first trimester, but if it takes you more than three months to know you are pregnant, you are probably either mentally ill or on drugs.

On the notion of abortion and “privacy.” Trust me, authorities don’t always respect privacy in this country. I had a recent apartment invaded by police and then was tortured by them even though non-violent, doing nothing illegal, and entirely cooperating with them.

My younger sister and Dad, who are both lawyers, once had a conversation that there is no right to privacy in the US.

5/2/2022 blog

Still tinkering with and fine-tuning a novella manuscript. It should be finished this week, but it may take through the summer to actually get published.

So, for today, just a joke/poem. I hope it does not seem misogynistic.

“Object” by yours truly

“You’re objectifying women!”
“They are often the object of my attention.”
“Then, good sir, you should more sin shun.”
“Perhaps, I shouldn’t subject you to more?”
“For sure.”

5/1/2022 blog

Some poems

“Breath” by yours truly

They keep blaming me for bad breath.
Maybe true (can’t usually tell),
But at least I don’t use meth.

Just let off the masks off please.
They have led me to flasks oft with ease.

“Steel Wool and Razor” by yours truly

Face and neck hair have turned into steel wool with age.
I try to fight with metal razors, but often they don’t work.
You may just think me a jerk,
But please don’t smirk.

“Fog” by yours truly

Fog or mist?
Can’t resist.
They cover what does exist.
Foothills hard to see behind white sky.

Take it easy, guy.

4/30/2022 blog

Turning back to art today

“The Irish Times” has nominated best new plays recently. I can’t really comment on any of the plays themselves because I have not been to Ireland or even a live play in several years. But I consider Ireland a very play-producing and play-going country.

But one of the things that interested me in the article was the effect of the virus lockdown on public activity like going to a live play, I have mentioned in a previous blog that I resented authorities imposing physical closure of religious-service attendance because of the virus scare. It applies, I think, to live theatre too. Here is from the IT article:

“It has been an unprecedented 24 months for the Irish theatre industry, a fact that the three judges for the Irish Times Irish Theatre Awards are keen to acknowledge as they reveal their shortlist for a bumper edition of the awards this year, which encompasses almost 180 new Irish productions premiering on the island between January 2020 and December 2021.

‘The extraordinary circumstances need to be acknowledged from the outset,’ says media and cultural manager Lorelei Harris, who joined the panel of judges at the beginning of 2020. ‘It really is the most important thing to say about the last two years. We are not just celebrating the success or failure of this or that show. The very act of [artists] making work at all needs to be celebrated as significant on its own.'”

4/29/2022 blog

On Russia’s invasion of Ukraine

I try to stay with analysis of others’ art and my own attempts at poetry or just life observations in this blog, but sometimes there is a temptation to write about politics. We had a saying in DC journalism that something was “above my paygrade,” meaning beyond their understanding or skill. That’s how I usually feel about politics.

There is an interesting essay in The Wall Street JournaL called “Russia’s Long Disdain for Ukrainian Nationhood.” Some of Russia’s best-known literary witers, who even were dissidents within Russia, shared Putin’s ideas that Ukraine should be part of Russia. From the essay:

“As a young poet in the Soviet Union, Joseph Brodsky was persecuted by the authorities before escaping to the U.S. in 1972 and going on to win the Nobel Prize in literature. In Soviet-era Kyiv, Ukrainian intellectuals used to trade coveted samizdat reprints of Brodsky’s poems, reciting them at clandestine gatherings.

But the affection wasn’t mutual. At a reading in 1992, less than a year into Ukraine’s existence as an independent nation, Brodsky offered a new poem titled ‘To the Independence of Ukraine.’ ‘Farewell khokhols,’ he intoned, using a racial slur for Ukrainians. ‘We’ve lived together, now enough. Wish I could spit into the Dnipro River, perhaps it would now flow backwards.” Brodsky went on to predict that when the ungrateful Ukrainians were wheezing on their deathbeds, they would surely revert to reciting the verse of the classic Russian poet Aleksandr Pushkin, rather than the ‘lies’ of their own national poet, Taras Shevchenko.”

The essay mentions also that famed Russian dissident novelist Alexander Solzhenitsyn had similar views, and Putin had an in-person talk with him shortly before Solzhenitsyn’s death. These famous writers may have added fuel to Putin’s fire on the issue. The essay does not mention something I also find interesting: Mikhail Gorbachev, who basically paved the way for the end of the Soviet Union, is partly ethnically Ukrainian.

4/28/ 2022 blog

Had to buy a new computer this week.

Just one poem. It was inspired by this. I am a bit tired today You could be too (of me).

“Computer from Hell” by yours truly (maybe)

Bought a new computer today.
It sometimes has internally lit keys.
In a reddish color.
You may think my poems hell,
But I can at least blame the damn machine now.

4/26/2022 blog

Two brief poems. Still trying to finish a new novella and get others published so only have concentration for brief poetry.

“Weak Three” by yours truly

Sad urn Day
Pun day (yet again)
Cons day (one day)
Snooze day
Her’s day
Light day
Don’t be weakened by the weekend.

“Fortinbras’ by your truly
For-ten-bras
From the play “Hamlet”
A secondary with obsession for buxom women,
Hamlet was more sober,
But it did not help him.
Forgive poor For-ten-bras.

4/25/2022 blog

“Sal” by yours truly
My full name is Sal Acious
(The first name is Salvador on legal documents).
And folks, I can tell naughty jokes.
Just think of them as light verbal pokes
And at least not as hokes.

“Surreal” by yours truly
Yes, it can be surreal,
But just eat your meal.
It takes time to heal.
You feel what you feel.

4/24/2022 blog

Just on Mass and a new poem

On Mass today, the pastor mentioned that Easter lasts eight days, and not just one. He also spoke of “doubting Thomas” from the Gospel stories, I think Thomas is interesting because he brings up the issue of skepticism generally. Do you have to believe what your friends tell you? But he eventually begins to believe.

“Stavropol” by yours truly

Do you know of the WWII battles in Stavropol?

Keep your hands still, or all could fall.

Out of goods? May need to shop again for all.

Me thinks these rhymes flop all.