Quote:

“A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.”--Martin Luther King

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Four Absurd Plays



"Terry Simons writes silly plays, but he does so deliberately, with the intent to destroy all that is precious to those who would murder you..." --Buddy Dooley.

So writes my friend and sometimes nemesis, Buddy Dooley, addressing the consolidation of four of my plays into one handy volume titled, wisely enough, "Four Absurd Plays."

This book is Round Bend Press' can't miss pick of the week. One thing I admire about Dooley is his literary tastes, though never tell him I said that. He would be even more insufferable as a human being.


TS

Monday, April 18, 2011

Proper Names





























Words Battered in a Bar

When your eyes
glazed over
was that you or me?

God knows I
would approve of it
if you knew Gramsci,

And did not readily
confuse him with
the “poet” Versace,

An able man
I guess, but not quite
up to the task

Of leading a charge
through the fire of history,
or humanity’s discontent.

You and I should part
as we arrived and look
for something less contrived.

Love may yet
find us—
outside this dive.



TS

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Poem













A Laceration Before Dining


I have no
claim to sainthood
and it is true I don’t
like many people much
and occasionally use
such as a crutch
to touch upon the
cruelty of mankind
and whatever else there
is that makes us blind—
and of course I’ll
live with that if
you don’t mind very much—
which reminds me—isn’t it
nearly time for lunch?

TS

Friday, April 15, 2011

Forwarded from Lee Santa



How the GOP came to view the poor as parasites-and the rich as our rightful rulers. By Jonathan Chait

LAST WEEK THE Republican Party sounded two distinct voices. First we heard the angry demands of the Tea Party, speaking through its hardline conservative allies in the House, pushing the government to the brink of a shutdown. But then emerged the soothing tones of Paul Ryan, the House Budget Committee chairman, who fashions himself the in­tellectual leader of the party, unveiling a budget manifesto he calls the "Path to Prosperity."

Ryan portrays his goals in reassuringly pecuniary terms - he's just the friendly neighborhood accountant here to help balance your checkbook. "I have a knack for numbers," he chirps. ABC News compared him to a character in Dave, the corny 1993 movie about an average Joe who mistakenly assumes the presidency and calls in his CPA buddy-that would be Ryan-to scour the federal budget and bring it into bal­ance.

If he has any flaw, he just cares too much about rescuing the country from debt, gosh darn it! In fact, the two streams-the furious Tea Party rebels and Ryan the earnest budget geek-both spring from the same source. And it is to that source that you must look if you want to understand what Ryan is really after, and what makes these activists so angry. The Tea Party began early in 2009 after an improvised rant by Rick Santelli, a CNBC commentator who called for an uprising to protest the Obama administration's subsidizing the "losers' mortgages." Video of his diatribe rocketed around the country, and protesters quickly adopted both his call for a tea party and his general abhorrence of government that took from the virtuous and the successful and gave to the poor, the uninsured, the bankrupt-in short, the losers. It sounded harsh, Santelli quickly conceded, but "at the end of the day I'm an Ayn Rander." Ayn Rand, of course, was a kind of politicized L. Ron Hubbard-a novelist-philosopher who inspired a cult of acolytes who deem her the greatest human being who ever lived.

The enduring heart of Rand's totalistic philoso­phy was Marxism flipped upside down. Rand viewed the capitalists, not the workers, as the producers of all wealth, and the workers, not the capitalists, as useless parasites. John Gait, the protagonist of her iconic novel Atlas Shrugged, expressed Rand's inverted Marxism: "The man at the top of the intellectual pyramid contributes the most to all those be-low him, but gets nothing except his material payment, re­ceiving no intellectual bonus from others to add to the value of his time. The man at the bottom who, left to himself, would starve in his hopeless ineptitude, contributes nothing to those above him, but receives the bonus of all of their brains."

In 2009 Rand began popping up all over the Tea Party movement. Sales of her books skyrocketed, and signs quoting her ideas appeared constantly at rallies. Conserva­tives asserted that the events of the Obama administration eerily paralleled the plot of At­las Shrugged, in which a liberal government precipitates eco­nomic collapse. One conservative making that point was Ryan. His citation of Rand was not casual. He's a Rand nut. In the days before his star turn as America's Accountant, Ryan once appeared at a gathering to honor her philosophy, where he announced, "The reason I got involved in public service, by and large, if I had to credit one thinker, one person, it would be Ayn Rand."

He continues to view Rand as a lodestar, requiring his staffers to digest her creepy tracts. When Ryan warns of the specter of collapse, he is not merely referring to the alarming gap between government outlays and receipts, as his admirers in the media assume. (Every policy change of the last decade that increased the deficit-the Bush tax cuts, the Medicare prescription-drug benefit, the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq-Ryan voted for.) He is also invoking Rand's almost theological certainty that when a government punishes the strong to reward the weak, it must invariably collapse. That is the crisis his Path to Prosperity seeks to avert.

Viewed as an effort to reduce the debt, Ryan's plan makes little sense. Many of its proposals either have nothing to do with reducing deficits (repealing the financial-reform bill loathed by Wall Street) or actually increase deficits (making the Bush tax cuts permanent). It relies heavily on distant, phantasmal cuts. During the debate over health-care reform, Ryan insisted that Medicare cuts used to finance universal coverage might add up on paper but they'd never stick-they were too far down the road, and Congress would just walk them back when people complained. But Ryan proposes identical cuts in his own plan. What's more, he saves trillions of dollars from Medicare by imposing huge cuts on anybody who retires starting in 2022. So not only has he adopted the cuts he claimed would never come to pass because they're too harsh and too distant, he imposes far harsher and more distant cuts of his own.

Indeed, Alice Rivlin, the fiscally conservative Democratic economist who endorsed an earlier version of his Medicare plan, called his new plan unrealistic. (Ryan nonetheless continues to imply that she supports it.) Ryan's plan does do two things in immediate and specific ways: hurt the poor and help the rich. After extending the Bush tax cuts, he would cut the top rate for individuals and corporations from 35 percent to 25 percent.

Then Ryan slashes Medicaid, Pell Grants, food stamps, and low-income housing. These programs to help the poor, which constitute approximately 21 percent of the federal budget, absorb two thirds of Ryan's cuts. Ryan spares anybody over the age of 55 from any Medicare or Social Security cuts, because, he says, they "have organized their lives around these programs."

But the roughly one in seven Americans (and nearly one in four children) on food stamps? Apparently they can have their benefits yanked away because they were only counting on using them to eat. Ryan casts these cuts as an incentive for the poor to get off their lazy butts. He insists that we "ensure that America's safety net does not become a hammock that lulls able-bodied citizens into lives of complacency and dependency." It's worth translating what Ryan means here. Welfare reform was premised on the tough but persuasive argument that providing long-term cash payments to people who don't work encourages long-term dependency. Ryan is saying that the poor should not only be denied cash income but also food and health care.

The class tinge of Ryan's Path to Prosperity is striking. The poorest Americans would suffer immediate, explicit budget cuts. Middle-class Americans would face distant, uncertain reductions in benefits. And the richest Americans would enjoy an immediate windfall. Santelli, in his original rant, demanded that we "reward people [who can] carry the water instead of drink the water." Ryan won't say so, but that's exactly what he's doing.

Lee http://lee-santa.artistwebsites.com/


Thoughts worth pondering.

TS

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Big Doings Planned for Autumn






Things are beginning to come together for a special Round Bend Press night at the Blackbird Wineshop in North Portland this fall.

The program will include readings by four or five Round Bend authors, hopefully giving them some positive exposure.

I've been furiously writing the poets affiliated in some manner or other with the press to sign them on.

Some "mainstream" recognition for the effort these poets are putting forth to create the legacy of their work and Round Bend would be nice.


You won't want to miss the Oct. 5th gathering, kicking off at 7 p.m. that Wed. night, as part of the establishment's ongoing, monthly literary/arts series.

I'll have many more posts between now and then to keep things on the front burner.

In related news, RBP is set to publish a book of poetry by Charles Deemer this summer. This well-known playwright, screenwriter and educator (Portland State) will enchant and confound you with his new collection, "In My Old Age." He'll appear at the Blackbird event and likely read from the new work.

Other writers I'm hoping can appear at Blackbird include K.C. Bacon, the author of two books of poetry from Round Bend, and Sam White, whose enigmatic "The Huncke Poems" kicks off the recently published RBP anthology, "Cold Eye."

Check out these writers work at the sidebar, along with many other RBP titles, all available from Amazon and Lulu.

This is the place, but much more later. http://blackbirdwine.com/.


A DRINKING SONG


Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That's all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.


W.B. Yeats



TS

Monday, April 4, 2011

Seasonal Dysfunction

I can't recall ever looking forward to the end of the Oregon rainy season as intensely as I am these days. I've had it with wetness. I'm at the end of my weather rope.

When I retire (which I'll never do in actuality) I think I'll move to a sunny place in Mexico to live out my days. It's a fantasy of mine, but an economically unfeasible one at this point.

I have a friend who too often reminds me that forecasters are calling for another wet late spring and early summer in the Pacific Northwest. Last year was awful, with a very wet May and above average rainfall in June. We're to get another dose this year evidently.

I have another friend, from Florida, who loves our pissy, gray skies and doesn't miss the heat and humidity of his native state. Thinks he's in heaven here. I think he'd go shirtless all the time if it was socially acceptable.

I've lived in Oregon for most of my life, with the exception of four years total, when I lived in San Francisco, which was nice and foggy (in the Richmond), and in New England with its pronounced four seasons (remarkable, really, I was always torn between my Oregon roots and New England's climate variety).

It's getting bad. And I'm getting older and more crotchety.

Mmmmm...Mexico.



TS