Thursday, December 8, 2022

The Price of Gas



$2.97 a Gallon In the Rockies



Money’s moving

against Citizen Trump

the RIGHT’s outrageous showman

& hisher Musk-a-twitter wizard


Jobs up

Fuel’s down


Delaware’s white hair

has got

feet on both pedals


Brake & gas

Gas & brake


Strike averted

if unions shafted 

in Manchin's Senate


“Hold that thought”

Capt. Barefoot testifies

to the Ministry of the Future


Let’s do what Alaska did

Let’s open up the primaries 


Dem, Repub, Green

Who cares?

With an open primary & ranked voting

anyone can run -- with or without a party

We could give every American a pro-life choice

Make their votes count more

Not less


 Just a small electoral tweak

Done, Fed free, state by state

Ranking ‘em

first second third

& then a runoff


Let the last one standing

with the most votes

win


Enough

anointed ones


Let's retire sacred two party

big tent big roller poli-morticians

whose price at the pump’s

always cheaper than

hisher tanks of

hot air 

Sunday, December 4, 2022

The Ionisphere


Photo found online at Storybook.com

New Verse News is a great source of political poetry, a dangerous beast at best. But also an important way to get independent perspectives on current events. On Dec. 4 editor James Penha featured this poem of mine. Poems change each day. If you scroll down after they've appeared, you can find them posted by date in the stack. You can also click on a name to catch all the poems a poet has had posted there. I'm proud to have a half-dozen or so. To check out the site, go HERE.


CLIMATE CHANGE 


The petro-geomorphic freight 

train keeps chugging along

 

dragging

the ionosphere behind itki


like a superhero cape

caught on a junkyard Edsel


Author’s Note: “Ki” is a grammatical neologism Indigenous science writer Robin Wall Kimmerer advocates for using in place of “it”, “its”, “it’s” or “itself” to help correct English’s objectification of phenomena when speaking of objects in the natural world. The neologist term is harvested from the last syllable of a longer word in Potawatomi for an “earth being.” 

     As a pre-school teacher I learned that we humans learn best by going through the known to the unknown. Instead of substituting “ki” for “it”, I’ve chosen to add the Indigenous neologism to our neutral English pronoun as a suffix, changing the way we speak of things in English from inanimate to animate. 

     Indeed, that syllable, “ki”, is a Potawatomi suffix meaning “from the living earth.” Thus, itki means that even what English sees as gender-neutral objects are in some sense alive.

Saturday, December 3, 2022

THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH

 


INFALLIBILITY


For the last ten years or so, I've been a member of a SemNet listserve for former seminarians of St. Joseph's Mountain View (destroyed in the Loma Prieta earthquake) and St. Patricks's in Menlo Park -- minor and major diocesan seminaries respectively of California's Archdiocese of San Francisco.  

Most of us are laity, some are clerics, maybe even a bishop of two. And then there are a smattering of  the outlaw likes of moi -- a Green RadicalMiddle RainbowFamily Paleohippie Practitioner-of -Earth-based-Spirituality. I read what they post and send them the occasional poem.

Friendships made 50 years ago tie me, my class and my upper classmates together. And one  SemNeti is a priest I knew as an assistant pastor when my father Vincenzo Bontempi was altar boy director in our suburban parish near St. Joe's in Mountain View. He's so saintly and beloved still that my 8th Grade parochial school buddies and I have an annual luncheon with him on his birthday in East Palo Alto, where he's served selflessly since the Sixties and is now, in his nineties, retired -- Father John Coleman.

While I'm no longer under the influence of Christian doctrines, dogmas and belief systems, I do respect the bonds of friendships that tie the SemNeti together -- if not to the Church, at least to our shared history as once baptized Catholics and California priests-in-training.

So when I saw this dream that one SemNeti shared the other day,  it inspired a poem. First the dream and then the poem. 


"...reminded me of a dream I once had, that some future pope sat on the chair of Peter and announced, in his most solemn and magisterial voice, that he was not really infallible, even when he solemnly defined something.  For a moment everyone was aghast. “How can you say that?” they screamed.  “That can’t be true!”  “Exactly,” he replied, “now that I’ve said it, it can't be true that I am infallible. Or to put it another way, brothers and sisters, no person or institution can infallibly declare himself or itself infallible. And if and when anyone did, that only proves they must have been fallible.”  There was a silence, and then people thought about it for a while, the sheer absurd circularity of it, wondered why they never saw the logical impossibility of it before, shrugged, and went on with their lives.  And when the dust settled, nothing really valuable had been lost, and something really valuable had been gained. Institutional humility before the mystery of God. And then I woke up."


Kick the Vatican


Have faith
sons (oh yes & daughters)

in the tintinabulations
of chalice & cruet

Trust St. Peter's rock
solid Holy Roman rituals

Believe the white collar dogmas
of transubstantiation & reincarnation

Obey our spiritual superhero's 
self-proclaimed Papal infallibility

Yet, to confess, if clerics & laity
took but a stop back

from the pious 19th Century
as  John the XXIII tried to do

they'd find lots  of holes
even in his very name

His Holiness

(Clearly not Hers)





Friday, December 2, 2022

EARTH FIRST!


 Dave Foreman 

He didn't get a lot of press when he passed.

But for some of us in the environmental movement, particularly those who have moved into politics, he was huge. Above is a picture of Howie, Mike and Dave at the Round River Rendezvous on the North Rim of the Colorado River in 1987 [12987 Western Slope Calendar]. He and his numerous compatriots moved the environmental left far to the radical edge, giving those in the radical middle (as I like to call it) far more leverage than before. 

The woman to the right in the photo has been identified as Mavis, while that's my noggin with a blue headband in the left foreground. Ed Abbey mentions my poetry workshop (these days I call them playgrounds) there at the RRR in his book  Hayduke Lives HERE

Karen Pickett took the photo, and she has a very well-balanced obit for Dave in the September issue of the EFJournal (the source of news around the world that's hard to find anywhere else in this country) HERE

Rewilding Earth, one of the several post-EF enviro groups he co-founded, has a very inspiring obit with photos, memorials and tributes.  HERE


Karen Pickett
Karen Pickett




Sunday, November 27, 2022

Theater in Montrose

 



Magic Circle Players 

score big with Amadeus


Okay, let’s be fair. 

After years of sometimes brilliant, often intriguing and always entertaining community theater in Telluride and Ouray, I’d become rather insular. I’d developed an unsubstantiated opinion that our small mountain towns offered the best chance of quality theater in the region.

Added to that there's both tourist towns’ liberal distaste for Delta/Montrose‘s Trump/Boebert boosterism, particularly after a Delta jury thumbed their nose at Telluride citizens' protecting their community gateway by arbitrarily doubling the cost of saving/condemning the Valley Floor to $50 million -- twice what it had been appraised at. 

For me and others, opinion had become more like a full-fledged bias. Artistic as well as political. In all my 43 years on the Western Slope, I’d never gone to see a single play in Montrose. 

Kind of embarrassing actually for a former newspaper theater critic, son of a California community theater star, and one-time usher at the Schubert Theater in New Haven. 

Then, last month I heard a Colorado Public Radio interview with castmembers and organizers of the all-volunteer Magic Circle Players of Montrose. Started in 1959, MCP is a repertoire theater company that has been putting on plays for 63 years. On the air, one of their spokespeople made the claim that MCP shows were the best community theater on the Western Slope. It sounded like hubris. I resolved to go see for myself.

Plus, the current show that was just winding up its run was Amadeus. I had missed the original play. And the movie. It’s been on my to-do list forever. Since that hadn’t happened, I enlisted a friend from Hotchkiss to join me. We attended the finale performance of the late Brit playwright and screenwriter Peter Shaffer’s best known work, which had been awarded five Tonys for the stage play (1980) and eight Oscars for the movie (1984).

A period piece set in 18th Century Vienna, the play is a nuanced struggle between sloppy brilliant Good and clever mediocre Evil, the composer Salieri we’ve never heard of and the composer Mozart we all love. I figured I’d go and see if MCP could pull off the conceit of this recent classic and make it believable and engaging –- especially as I was very interested in the story and I had not seen previous interpretations.

Well, to be honest, it was not only believable and engaging, it was terrific! I was blown away. In no small part because of really extraordinary lead actors. 

M.A. Smith was our Virgil on this Dantean descent into the hell of fame, jealousy, intrigue and betrayal, superbly re-creating Antonio Salieri for us. His foil -- the babbling, immature and outre boy genius Wolfgang Mozart, excellently played by Everett Gregory -- made us laugh, cringe and listen in awe to bits of his musical classics. Both gave dazzling performances.

Unfortunately, community theater is well-known for tolerating weak links in its productions. Hard to get professional quality acting out of volunteer thespians. But that’s just what Director Kathy Murdoch flat out did. 

Gary Hokit owned the charmingly stuffy (and dare I say witless -- “There it is!” -- or at least out-matched) Joseph II, Emperor of Austria. Janel Culver did a marvelous turn as Constanze Weber, Mozart’s wife. One could call each name on the playbill list and laud their very convincing performances, all in character, all audibly enunciating, all well-acted. 

Add to that a chorus that doubled as audiences, servants, crowds and crew, moving the delightfully minimalist set pieces in and out and making visible costume changes on stage in a marvelous choreography of inobtrusive staging.

In the second act I got to move from the back row to the front row. Up close I marveled at how well everything in the production worked. 

The ornate backdrop doubled cleverly as a screen where royal chambers and other relevant scenes were projected from the rear, giving an effective illusion of set changes. The costumes were lavish, well-made and appropriate. The tech, the lighting, the sound. 

Perhaps my one quibble might have been seeing upfront Gregory’s discrete headset microphone visibly scotch-taped to his cheek. But hardly significant.

Just about everything about MCP’s production was so well done that this one teensy faux pax was easily offset by the effective voicing the headsets provided the primary castmembers. 

A standing ovation from the large crowd in the 225 seat MCP theater validated the excellence of the evening.

Magic Circle Players, bravo! 

I’m definitely planning to go back to see more MCP shows. Particularly any in which Smith or Gregory star, or where Murdoch directs. 

Next up in early December is MCP’s Readers Theater offering: Miracle on 34th St. –- a script reading in the guise of a live radio play. 

Dec. 1, 2, 3 @ 7:30, Dec. 3 & 4 @ 2 pm, $10. In Montrose.

https://magiccircleplayers.com


Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Thankgiving


ThanksgivinG


My first day unencumbered
in weeks. Having Cloud Acre's 

million willow maze all to myself
after radical middle politicking up

in Telluride. Warm jacket weather
Walking Simba, Mary’s rescue dog

she gifted us – a tough little Chow 
who loves to run free. But

in irrigated cattle & sheep fields
dogs at large don’t live long

Above us the trimmed cuticle of
a moon barely visible in the west

I’m tending to her leash
from our barrow ditch path 

drinking in all there is to think
when she smells something

across the blacktop & lunges
onto the county road just

as a speeding pickup races
over the hill. Itki’s all I can do

to dig my feet in & tug her
back to safety. Giving thanks

for saving Simba, for memories
of Mary, for a blue sky Colorado day

& for all those on the team
in this tug-of-war world




ART GOODTIMES








 

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Captain Barefoot






Baking


Foolish. Fearless 

In discussion heshe often 

grabs hold an idea

& dumps itki into the mix

First thought. Best guess


Only upon reflection

just as often backtracks

Flips the dial

Listens to wise women

The menus of smart men


Open as any expert

to the brilliant divergent 

messiness of mistakes

essential to 

success


Chaff 

to winnow

Shell to yolk

To make a better 

bread