Not Even A Week

Today in the parking lot of the gym I saw it on a late model Audi: A bumper sticker that said, "Impeach Obama." Clearly this is someone who watches Glenn Beck and listens to Rush Limbaugh.

I'm thinking, "what an asshole!" Even my 82-year-old aunt said that s/he had to be an ignoramus. Aside from that fact that bumper sticker glue never comes off (especially when the lease expires – good!) I'm wondering what the cause for impeachment might be.

Since I couldn't find either of my pocket-sized copies of the Constitutions, I had to look up Article 2 Section 4 online. "The President... shall be removed from office on impeachment for, and conviction of, treason, bribery, or other high crimes and misdemeanors."

It doesn't say anything about late model Audi's.

For more about the U.S. Constitution see:  http://www.law.cornell.edu/constitution/constitution.overview.html

The Interpretation of Poetry

My first class at FAU was called "The Interpretation of Poetry" with the inimitable (and late) professor H. P. I remember (vaguely) three poems from that class (not counting the obligatory Wasteland).

They were:

The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

Bantams in Pinewoods by Wallace Stevens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bantams-in-pine-woods/

Sailing to Byzantium by William Butler Yeats.
http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/781

I had quite a thing for Yeats - more of an after the fact celebrity thing than anything literary - especially concerning his girlfriend Maud Gonne. I was shocked to see that movie called No Country for Old Men after Yeats’ poem Sailing to Byzantium (I just reread it as I'm writing this and am blown away). I couldn't see the movie especially since it was based on Cormac McCarthy - I read The Road. That was so traumatic that I left my copy at the DeCordova. Probably not a good thing to do - someone may have picked it up and become traumatized as well.

I got a C in the class.

A Poem - After Willam Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a hello kitty
bandaid

on my thumb
while

trying to look butch
at the gym.


http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/wcw-red-wheel.html

Photo courtesy of J. Kat McPherson

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The Hair Cut

She saw the face of her protector still
Where I just saw an old man's wrinkled brow
“Not a line in his face and hair that’s full”
To me an old man’s scalp exposed to sun.
She loved him in a way a daughter would
I loved him as a sanctu'ry from dad
She had some sixty years of mem’ries build
Into this tender moment on his porch:
To cut his hair and throw the residue
to meld with earth and feed the fig trees so
birds could feel his pride at being flattered so
And eat some fruit and leave a few for me
to pull from Adam’s apron, wash and chew.
I see her love in me as I shave now.

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