Tuesday, April 15, 2014



AFTERWORD


Gentle Reader,

What you’ll find below is an upside-down anthology of sorts: a journal of my frequent morning musings from January 2008 till now, in reverse order.


Much of what I write here is verse in traditional rhymed iambic pentameters, old fashioned in form but contemporary in topics and idiom. It asks to be read aloud so that the effects of rhyme and meter may be felt.


Sometimes I write brief prose essays, but even my verses are essays, or attempts, pursuing a line of thought to some conclusion, though more sonorously than those in prose: discursive verses, I call them.


In either case, you’re the reader over my shoulder as I write, which makes my writing different than when I have no audience in mind but only a vague urge to express. So I thank you for whatever attention you give my words and thoughts and feelings because you might so easily attend to something else, and you soon will.


To beguile you to linger longer, though, I’ve coupled most of my compositions with a photo or image I’ve taken or borrowed, which often corresponds with my words of that day.

Thank you for visiting here.  I hope you enjoy your stay and are moved to come back soon.


—Alan Nordstrom



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“I BELIEVE that in our good days a well-ordered mind has a new thought awaiting it every morning.  And hence, eminently thoughtful men, from the time of Pythagoras down, have insisted on an hour of solitude every day, to meet their own mind and learn what oracle it has to impart.”

—Ralph Waldo Emerson, from “Inspiration”






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KATE AND PETRUCHIO’S SONNET

PETRUCHIO   

Come, kiss me, Kate, and be my bonny lass:
Cast off your fuming, fretful temperament;
The world is better off without your sass,
And your exasperation is misspent.

KATE               

Let go of me, you saucy, bossy knave!
I’d no more kiss you than I would a rat,
And who are you to teach me to behave?
Unhand me or I’ll prove a killer cat!

PETRUCHIO   

But Kate, I find you mild as any kitten—
Here, take my hand, and join with me in joy!

KATE               

Let go of me, or see your fingers bitten—
I’ll be no mincing mistress, meek and coy.

PETRUCHIO  

Well, be you as you will—you shall be mine.

KATE              

Let me but rule, and all will be divine.







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Monday, April 14, 2014


WISE GOVERNANCE

for Bill Moyers

      That government is best which aims for all
      To thrive and flourish, for all humankind
      To reach their full potentials and stand tall,
      As wholly realized as they’re inclined.

      Good government does not serve just the rich
      With subsidies and loopholes for the few,
      Ignoring multitudes left in a ditch,
      But helps the hopeless to start life anew.

      For government exists to regulate
      What otherwise is reckless, wild and wrong,
      And in its place works to perpetuate
      What helps all parties love and get along.

           Though this ideal has yet to be achieved,
           We know it is by wisdom well conceived.









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Sunday, April 13, 2014


THE GAME OF VERSE

    Think first of poetry like this as game.
    It’s not that you have something set to say;
    When you begin, you have no certain aim:
    It’s simply that you’ve set some sounds in play
    While you explore emerging lines of thought,
    Which grow in clarity as you proceed,
    Revealing what you did not know you sought,
    Turning mere supposition into deed.
    How this should be remains a mystery,
    That meaning should emerge from a mere frame,
    An empty crossword box implicitly
    Designed to realize a covert aim,
         Yet in this case with no prescribed intent,
         Just meaning you, as you proceed, invent.








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Saturday, April 12, 2014


A LITTERBUG’S COME-UPPANCE

           Hey, you!  Yes, you—who just now threw
                    This can into the street—
           I’ve finally caught up with you:
                    For years, walking my beat
           I’ve daily seen the evidence
                   Of careless disregard
           And your continual offense
                    To sidewalk, bush and yard.
           At last I get to apprehend
                    The scofflaw who has spoiled
           This neighborhood, and I intend
                    Your habits will be foiled:
           For thirty days you’ll fill this sack
           And carry garbage on your back.









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Thursday, April 10, 2014


WHERE IS WISDOM?

   Your brain is where you demonstrate you’re smart,
   But wisdom is the province of your heart.









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Wednesday, April 9, 2014


 RECOLLECTING
"A FREE MAN'S WORSHIP"

    Whatever Russell said in his essay
    I have forgotten now—an atheist,
    freethinker, one not minded to obey
    commandments of old dogma but resist,
    exalting logic, rationality,
    and common sense, not common in most minds
    inculcated with blind idolatry
    or bogus ideology that blinds.
   
    Yet what is it he’d “worship” and why use
    a word that seems religious to describe
    habits and attitudes he’d disabuse,
    the idols of a superstitious tribe?
    To worship is to praise what is of worth,
    and wisdom is our highest aim on Earth.









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