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

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

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

"The Boss" Revisited

Years ago I was a huge Bruce Springsteen fan. I was particularly taken in 1978 when his fourth album came out--"Darkness on the Edge of Town."

I've revisited that album tonight. It's holding its own in these times. It's still one of my favorites.

"The Boss." Seldom do I like musicians who become as rich and famous as The Boss (few are worth the fuss), but I really think he deserves what he has for the most part.

But of all of his work, "Nebraska" remains my favorite.


TS

On Publishing Books

I must be nuts (o.k., I am nuts). I am completely enthralled by books, and particularly the books I'm publishing here at Round Bend Press. But let us just say books in general. They're magical. I always loved reading, a life long habit, I guess. There is so much to read and so little time, as true bibliophiles note. One will never have time to read all that is worthy.

Peck away at the big library list.

I like holding books, physically touching them. I like opening books up and looking at words and giving them a shot. Try to comprehend what someone else is saying. I know the person who wrote that book cares. I'll start the book. If it interests me I'll keep going. First and foremost, I'll give it a shot.

Few people I know are as enthralled by books in general as I am, however. And I mostly get yawns from the new people I meet and tell about RBP and this passion I have. You meet a little hostility at times.

It's odd. Some people are virulently opposed to books in general. "I don't read--" I hear that refrain a lot. It puzzles me. I can't imagine a life without books and reading. It fucking amazes me.

A new book (proof) came from Lulu today. A beauty by K.C. Bacon titled "Morandi's Bottles." Morandi was a mid-twentieth century Italian artist, an inspiration to K.C. The book has a gorgeous cover (a painting by K.C.) and forty highly accomplished poems. What's not to like about that?

Well, we're in an era of extreme anti-intellectualism in America now. Another refrain I hear a lot is, "I don't read poetry." "I wrote a poem," I once announced to a friend. "Oh, Christ!" she exclaimed. I thought this women had better sense. That is I thought she had a poetic sensibility. She worked in the theater for years, a notable director here in Portland. "Please, not poetry!" she said.

What a fucking bitch! Ha! Her hatred of poetry made me despise her. Lit love and hate!

I gave my business card to a new acquaintance the other day. He practically threw it back in my face. "What the fuck do I need with a press," he said. He worked in construction, a hard hat. I hate to generalize, but hard hats are fucking dumb!

No, I don't know very many people with the passion that I have for books. I guess that is why I make them and they don't.

They do other things. Good for them.

TS

Sunday, March 27, 2011

In My Old Age--Poems by Charles Deemer


Charles Deemer doesn't mess around. He has already designed the cover for the Round Bend Press edition of "In My Old Age," which we'll publish this summer. Very nice and a welcomed addition to the RBP catalog.


Scroll his blog to see some of the fine poems he'll bring to the book.



TS

Friday, March 25, 2011

Morandi's Bottles--Poems by K.C. Bacon

A proof copy of "Morandi's Bottles," by K.C. Bacon, will arrive in the mail in a few days. I don't anticipate any problems with this book, so buy it now! K.C. is a fine poet and a bright, funny writer.

RBP will have a reading this summer or fall with Charles Deemer, K.C., myself, and a couple of others reading from Round Bend's catalog.

Bob/Sam, you are on the ticket for our reading in a few months. Get ready. (Sam White's "The Huncke Poems" in the Cold Eye anthology are among my favorites in that book.)


TS

Rialto



I tried to have dinner at Rialto tonight. But my order of pulled pork sliders didn't arrive. When the blond bimbo set the tacos in front of me and I said, "No," she threw me out.

I am so tired of these idiots.

Restaurant slaves. Listen you guys and gals, your dead-end job is not my problem.

What bitches. And asses.


TS

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Gone and Missed (Roger Blakely III)

My great friend Roger Blakely III died a year ago in a bizarre tragedy on the freeway near Albany, Oregon. Attempting to cross the road on foot, he was struck by a southbound car and died at the scene.

Roger was coming home to Portland after spending a few years in California where he attended college, first at a JC in the Los Angeles area, then at Humboldt State on the northern coast. Though born and raised in SoCal, he loved Oregon, particularly Portland, having lived here for a decade before beginning his studies in California.

Roger was a gifted man, though sometimes he was unaware of that, inasmuch as he could put himself down with the best of us. He got too much into the drink at times as well, like many a soulful person, but he was a loving man even when he occasionally crossed his pals.

Around 2005 I was taking classes at Portland State and I'd written a poem that I thought might have something to it. I showed it to Roger, who really seemed to understand it and praised it with his usual dry reserve. The poem is called "Cello Music," and it is actually about a beautiful woman I know, but one might say it is also about beauty in general.

It was fitting that Roger "got" the poem, for he once trained on the instrument and loved the cello sound. The inherently beauteous sound that a great artist can draw from the cello.

When he lived in Arcata in northern California he once wrote and requested that I send him "Cello Music." I guess he had lost the copy I'd given him years before.

He remembered the poem.

Last month I published a book of my poetry here at Round Bend Press--"Cello Music & Other Poems." I dedicated the book to Roger.

Sadly, that is all I could do for him in the end. All his friends in Portland miss him terribly.

Terence and I raised a toast to his memory just this last weekend.



TS

Too Little, Too Late

This one is too focused to ignore, too right on, too near the essence:

"If protecting civilians from evil dictators was the goal, though -- as opposed to, say, safeguarding natural resources and the investments of major oil companies -- there’s an easier, safer way than aerial bombardment for the U.S. and its allies to consider: simply stop arming and propping up evil dictators. After all, Libya's Muammar Gaddafi reaped the benefits from Western nations all too eager to cozy up to and rehabilitate the image of a dictator with oil, with those denouncing him today as a murderous tyrant just a matter of weeks ago selling him the very arms his regime has been using to suppress the rebellion against it."

Here is the rest of the story from Benjamin and Davis at CommonDreams.

I know I said I wasn't going to post much from the leftist press because you already know the truth. But this piece hits the mark in so many ways I couldn't resist.


TS

Friday, March 18, 2011

Ho Hum for Now

A friend of mine once said, regarding basketball, "Do they still use one ball in that game?" Funny line, I used it in an ad I put together when I worked at a semi-sports pub years ago. Quoted my friend too, the ceramic artist Charles Lucas.

At the time I was a huge March Madness fan and really looked forward to the games. My interest has been waning over the subsequent years.

I don't love the tournament the way I once did. I don't know why, really, except everything looks the same. There's a tinge of mediocrity in the tourney, for the best players leave college in a "one and done" circus and sign professional contracts.

Quite frankly it is beginning to bore me, like much else in life these days. Of course, if the University of Oregon ever gets back to the tournament, my interest will probably rise again, at least relative to the Ducks.


TS

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Poem





A small favor (or something)


You know I
am full of bullshit
but I request of you
a small favor (please)
play along

Listen
we haven’t time
to waste and we
have (too much) much
to do to keep pace
with things that
need be done

(Or we have
nothing to do in
the existential view but
no matter
moving on)

I implore you
to play along while
the chorus sings
and the world sinks
(as we swim)
to the nearest shore

(If indeed a shore
is there which it may
very well not
be) but which likely is
there (if but a dot
on the horizon)

Think
to see
and to finally attempt
the impossible
(for it may be
somewhat plausible to
play along with
my bullshit just
this once)
for
I may have
the answer (perhaps)

Before dinner
(and only
if you want
to eat of course)
please grant me
a small favor
or something like
that and do
not mention this
ever happened (that
is me seeking
a favor) to
anyone.



TS

Revisiting Kees' Robinson




In conversation with a friend over the weekend about things worth reading, I discovered my pal wasn't familiar with this tremendous Weldon Kees poem, which I've cited here before, but which is well worth reposting. Kees remains one of my favorite writers.


Aspects of Robinson

Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thin
Blue light comes down once more outside the blinds.
Gray men in overcoats are ghosts blown past the door.
The taxis streak the avenues with yellow, orange, and red.
This is Grand Central, Mr. Robinson.

Robinson on a roof above the Heights; the boats
Mourn like the lost. Water is slate, far down.
Through sounds of ice cubes dropped in glass, an osteopath,
Dressed for the links, describes an old Intourist tour.
—Here’s where old Gibbons jumped from, Robinson.

Robinson walking in the Park, admiring the elephant.
Robinson buying the Tribune, Robinson buying the Times. Robinson
Saying, “Hello. Yes, this is Robinson. Sunday
At five? I’d love to. Pretty well. And you?”
Robinson alone at Longchamps, staring at the wall.

Robinson afraid, drunk, sobbing Robinson
In bed with a Mrs. Morse. Robinson at home;
Decisions: Toynbee or luminol? Where the sun
Shines, Robinson in flowered trunks, eyes toward
The breakers. Where the night ends, Robinson in East Side bars.



Weldon Kees


TS

Monday, March 7, 2011

Billy Bragg and Beef Tips


I'm ripping some Billy Bragg into my computer, testing Billy's egalitarian streak. No royalties, baby. But you are the best.

I'm having beef tips with veggies and rice tonight, and a glass or two of wine.

Isn't life grand?

And I almost forgot. I'm listening to John Prine and cooking a corned beef slab in my crock. I'll add carrots, onion, cabbage and potatoes tomorrow. Goin' Irish early this year!

So life is doubly grand.


TS

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Before David Brooks





David Brooks, of New York Times punditry fame, weighs in with a re-evaluation of Samuel Huntington's famous essay and later book, "Clash of Civilizations" (see link below). Brooks says Sam H. may have gotten things a little skewed, which is what I said back in
2005.

Here is my essay on Huntington from the winter 2008 Oregon Literary Review.


Corporatism



London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
All that phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing


"London Calling" The Clash


Samuel P. Huntington argues in his 1993 essay The Clash of Civilizations that future world conflict will center on religious and cultural ideas rather than traditional battles among nation- states that grew up after the Treaty of Westphalia, in 1648. Prior to the treaty, conflict arose from the economic and territorial interests of princes, emperors and monarchs, Huntington notes. With the subsequent rise of nation-states, nationalism bred conflicts between masses of people, as aristocracies and their elite armies lost power and new ideological concerns replaced them. Thus grew democracies and classical capitalism, followed by the antidotes of fascism and communism. That style of conflict is all gone, Huntington argues, replaced by nascent religious and cultural conflicts.

This is an interesting theme, but in the end it falls to pieces. What is more apparent now is a provocation by the emerging corporate fascists of the West against Middle Eastern nations which refuse to play along with the West’s extremely self- aggrandizing conceptualization of democracy. The provocation is rooted in the old capitalistic doctrines of colonization. Any concerns for cultural ideology, including Huntington’s, are disingenuously designed to disguise the hegemonic and classical capitalistic maneuvering of the West. For instance, the point of the conflict between the West and the oil producing countries of Iraq and Iran is overwhelmingly economic (Taliq Ali refers to the U.S./Iraq war as a recolonization), and not religious or cultural. If one looks carefully at the Christian and Muslim faiths and the cultures which support them, and honestly evaluates the degree to which the masses are involved in religious discordance, a “clash of civilizations” is resoundingly quiet. On the other hand, a look at the leadership of the Western and Middle Eastern nations is depressive.

Iran is led by religious zealots at the moment, but the people there are divided as to the function of religion in the political realm. Fascism, more than religious and cultural phenomena is stirring the politics there. The same could be said regarding the U.S., where a “born again” Christian has manipulated the U.S. Constitution to create an executive strangle hold on a reluctant legislative body. In both instances, politicians and their corporatist associates formulate the ideological debate for their people without meaningful religious and cultural components, as they have since the advent of modern capitalism and the withering of the Church in state affairs. This formulation is only now being refined into an advanced stage of corporate fascism.

Until they revolt, the people are important within the context of corporate fascism only inasmuch as they confirm and support corporatism's’ ideologies, which are separate from any meaningful religious or cultural qualities. Cultures are, as Jose Ortega y Gasset notes in "Revolt of the Masses," too diversified in their structure to be merely political. The less political people are the easier it is for elites to control them and thence carry on with the more important agenda—the accumulation of wealth. Cultural and religious “problems” make convenient scapegoats, then, as one sniffs out the next big movement threatening corporatism.

All of this is to say that the ideological and economic consequences of nationalism will not soon disappear, as Huntington suggests when he says the end of the Cold War has created a new phase in world politics. What he has done in his essay is place, without much evidence, the blame for the world’s political instability on religious and cultural differences. He supports corporatism’s newest shibboleths of economy by extolling, without much support for his argument, the beneficence of economic globalization. His assumption is that globalization is ultimately good. His argument reveals a concern for protecting that precept rather than seriously examining the effects of globalization on the cultures and economies of the Developing Nations. (We don’t call the Third World by its old name now, because those nations are after all doing so well under globalization).

Huntington’s essay is already dated. The future is here and the conflicts of this moment are yet rooted in nationalism, economic inequality, corporate greed, world poverty, civil war, disease, and terror. To place the root cause of conflict in cultural and religious contexts without examining socioeconomic and capitalistic ideology with a more discerning analysis is shallow. Civilization is fine. It is misconstrued and shoddy political ideology that is problematic.

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So there. Call me prescient, or whatever you like.

Here is Brook's essay.


TS