Who is more at fault, the politician who tells obvious lies to the voter, or the voter who is either too self-interested or unengaged to know he’s being lied to. We get the government we deserve — someone smart said that, if it’s true, then I need a hug. Random Politician, (appearing in front of blue backdrop with flags and the words America Rocks!) — “I say that the Federal deficit will destroy this country and we cannot saddle our children with this issue, the time to act is now. (add something in this part about being god-fearing and flag-waving) …if elected I will cut taxes because the Federal government is bloated and needs to be reigned in.” I have heard/read these two lines in dozens […click to read the rest]
Some of Clare’s best friends are moving soon. The kinds of friends that you’ve shared many of your lives big landmarks with; college, marriage, children… She’s been starting to miss them, and they haven’t left yet. There was a going-away party last night — so I wrote this little song. Cause you are my friend I trust that you will care for me the same way that I care for you won’t matter what we do… * Cause you are my friend like those I have surrounding me could never slip from memory no matter what may be… * cause you are my friend if you should wander far from me farther than my eye can see I’ll hide my misery cause you are my friend * Once you’ve been gone awhile I […click to read the rest]
The play is the thing, or in my case this summer – to play …the guitar. Early last month Tom Thayer asked me if would be interested in playing a little guitar for the Roxy’s production of “Almost Heaven,” I agreed and have since been enveloped by the artistic embrace of the little theatre that could. I moved to Clarksville early last fall and was soon introduced to the Roxy’s production of “Shout!” After living in Nashville for twenty years I had adopted the Nashville View of Tennessee; that nothing really exists beyond the view of the batman building. The work done at the Roxy has shown me how myopic my Nashville eyes had been. I was raised in an Iowa town about the same size […click to read the rest]
Below you will find a segment of an opening paragraph to an essay response to a question regarding the phases of Modern Art. I’m stumped, anyone wanna take a stab at what they were talking about? Much with the never halting march of mankind, as civilization continued its inevitable revolutionizing of formerly steadfast views of what constituted the ideologies surrounding the concept of imagined communities, its malleable nature gave way to transmutations of something more; the aftermath for which resulted in the distinct separation of these works which constituted the pre-modern, the early modern, and the modern.
Starting another short story to add to the collection I started with “Joy Of Painting.” Eugene had a particular way about everything, sometimes it got in his way, sometimes it confused others and sometimes it moved from the particular to the peculiar, although not to Eugene. He had grown up on the high open prairie of the American West, some people said all that space had given Eugene his particularities, not me, I’m sure it was something else. I liked Eugene the moment I saw him, as I am particular too. I run a diner built in the 1920’s, have a one-eyed cat named Four-eyes and still wear the boots my father had on when he got shot in Korea, well he actually got shot […click to read the rest]
This is a homily I gave at Midnight Mass a few years ago… Caesar Augustus issued a decree and set the whole world moving. What power there is in Imperial decree. Caesar speaks and everyone is uprooted. They all return to their native homes. Caesar’s word calls people back to their roots. Caesar has a purpose. He wants the whole world to be numbered. He is counting his people. He needs their money. These people are not named, they are numbered. Their stories are not important. Who they are does not matter. What they can provide does. They represent an economic resource. A decree from Caesar. Word comes from Rome. An order comes from the center of power to the margins, and the whole world moves. Caesar […click to read the rest]