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POEM

Published June 1, 2025 by Nan Mykel

Come jump into my arms, you furry-feathered verse!

I’ll know you when I see you, either wordy or terse.

Let your metaphor roll in like an occupying force

sit up high on your literary horse!

A shining black stallion, he snorts and passes by

leaving a desolated mule who gives a piteous sigh.

My metaphor has four legs and is not a happy guy.

He does not jump into my arms or even give a try.

But nuzzles me as though to say,

“Thanks for waiting for me today.”

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SURELY I CAN GRIPE ABOUT SOMETHING

On the boob tube I see the show on Spain, and they are eating what appears to be a baby pig’s face….

And then I recalled those words from Ernest Becker’s The Denial of Death: Creation is a nightmare spectacular taking place on a planet that has been soaked for hundreds of millions of years in the blood of all its creatures. The soberest conclusion that we could make about what has actually been taking place on the planet for about three billion years is that it is being turned into a vast pit of fertilizer. But the sun distracts our attention, always baking the blood dry, making things grow over it, and with its warmth giving the hope that comes with the organism’s comfort and expansiveness.

Today I read “How the Rights of Nature Movement Is Reshaping Law and Culture,” available at https;//observatory.wiki/w/index.php? “We need to develop this advocacy strategy and create new and better ways to protect our planet and all the living things that call it home. This won’t happen overnight. Legal change, cultural change, and shifts in worldviews all take time, but we must keep up the fight. By working together we can ensure that all living things on this planet can continue to thrive and survive.”

I know what rabbit and beef tongue taste like, but only because I didn’t know better, was young, and lived on a farm. But I never ate an octopus and won’t. They are reported to be “insanely intelligent” and can show affection for humans.

One year I gave spider catchers as Christmas presents.

When my daughters are out driving, they both stop to help a turtle cross the road.

TRUMP’S INFLUENCE…

Published November 14, 2024 by Nan Mykel

Trump’s Influence:  “It is a very scary time for young men in America, where you can be guilty of something you may not be guilty of. … Women are doing great.” [Oct. 2, 2018]

While many schools are no longer teaching about “Stranger Danger” …banning both books and sex education on one hand, our president elect is advising  men to “deny anything that’s said about you.”
AND NETANYAHU’S BEHAVIOR
For more than a year, Mr. Netanyahu has denied being briefed in advance about the invasion. He has avoided setting up a state inquiry to assess the culpability of Israel’s military and political leaders, including himself.  Was he willingly sacrificing his own people to justify an all-out war?  Sort of reminds me of Bush and 9/11’s “surprise.”
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A.I. in the Studio
In addition to “figuring out stuff” technically, A.I. has invaded human artists and creativity itself, belittling it down apparently to its bare bones of ho hum.  What’s left to bolster the value of humanity?  Did A.I. vivify Trump?  (That’s as dumb an idea as Trump’s many)….When will A.I. get to mimicking religion?  Or, like Trump, professing itself as our savior?  Oooh, I sound cranky, don’t I?  But I refuse to tinker with the free A.I. toys to slant reality.  Reality?  Reality anyone?
Whatever was that?
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OH MY!  AI!
We’ve outgrown our underpants,
Creation down to the nub.
Ay, that’s the rub.
 Cause for alarm
and yes, harm.
Dumpster diving for a soul.

NO, NOT AN ECLIPSE…

Published April 14, 2024 by Nan Mykel

DO YOU REMEMBER ?  It was recently mentioned that the U.S. military has an agreement with a private corporation (Lake City Army Ammunition Plant in Missouri) dating back to 1941 to supply ammunition or guns when needed, and this particular company has recently been a source for several AK 47’s in private hands being used in mass shootings in the U.S.  At one point President Biden determined to sever the connection, but opposition apparently stalled that intent.

The AK-47 is the deadliest weapon ever built, on the whole. Its kill count even tops nuclear weapons in sheer numbers (https://www.military.com), and although illegal, you can still buy a fully automatic AK-47. But when more ammunition or guns are needed by the Army, they become rapidly available via this US-owned, contracted-out enterprise. Check me out on Google–it is rather complicated.

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The comparison I’m making is between facilitating a potentially dangerous enterprise for the country and extending almost limitless power to Elon Musk and his giant for-profit space enterprise, with the backing of NASA.  It just occurred to me how much power his outfit will have over…earthlings? 

Over the internet I was mistaken for a company, and received an advertisement from someone  to make my computer connections work with less interference.  With that, I realized who holds the cards in this, our self-made card game.  I hate to mention it, but Mr. Musk does not appear to be a very nice man.  (And A.I. is on the loose).

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Tell me I’m mistaken….

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ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE

We survived the eclipse, way out in Ohio.  More anon.

SHALL WE EAT CAKE, OR WHAT?

Published May 15, 2023 by Nan Mykel

“Let them eat cake” is the most famous quote attributed to Marie-Antoinette, the queen of France during the French Revolution. As the story goes, it was the queen’s response upon being told that her starving peasant subjects had no bread. Because cake is more expensive than bread, the anecdote has been cited as an example of Marie-Antoinette’s obliviousness to the conditions and daily lives of ordinary people. But did she ever actually utter those words? Probably not.  From <https://www.britannica.com/story/did-marie-antoinette-really-say-let-them-eat-cake>HOWEVER, obviously the anecdote matched the feelings of many or it would not have trickled down to us.

The quote came to mind when reading about the jazza-ma-tazz of splurges in a number of high-rises, as revealed and commented upon by  The Nation earlier this year:  “Absurdly opulent offices defy the market’s gloom.” …Or would that  be deny  the market’s gloom?

“Take a look inside the most expensive home in the country, a penthouse in New York City’s Central Park Tower that is listed at $250 million.”  While you’re at it you might like a nice purse at $10,200 dollars.  You don’t have to bother with the battle against the homeless in downtown San Francisco or the  attempt by the poor in New York to ban evictions (The Nation, April 2023).  It all depends on where you look, where your attention is drawn, your own backyard.

If you look at the salaries of those lucky enough to have found a job, then the increase per hour might seem encouraging.  On the other hand, if you’re looking at the homeless and others without work and impoverished education who  compete with burgeoning technology,  the situation is alarming/horrifying/sobering/grim.  Free counseling from A.I. will never make up the shortfall.

Does every American have a right to a job?  Since might makes right, it’s questionable in practice.  Certainly the statement is  not popular with most of the wealthy.  The vision, however, is that a federal job guarantee could be transformational for our country.  “The concept is about much more than just providing work and an income for people who are unemployed, as important as that is. A job guarantee will help us rebuild our country, go a long way toward ending economic insecurity, improve mental health, and create a stronger sense of community.  It will create a much healthier and happier America.”  Perhaps you guessed that the words are from Bernie Sanders in The Nation March, 2023.  (Of course, undoing the Supreme Court’s 2010 ruling which changed corporations  into people  and permitted the massive buying of elections.  One corporation against Mr. or Mrs. John Q. Public?  Unspeakable and destructive, as we’re seeing and feeling it today.

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Gun deaths among American children rose 50 percent between 2019 and 2021, from 1,732 to 2,590, according to a report by the Pew Research Center.  Gun deaths among all Americans rose 23 percent during that period.  Male castration fears continue to rule in most states, at the cost of neighbors’ lives.

In many states will forced childbirth not replace them, population-wise?  Excuse my bitterness.  I’m not sure but I may have homeschooled if my young’uns were school age now.

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Why don’t conservatives want children to be upset about the world they live in?  A 63-year old psychology teacher in Florida gave his 11th and 12th grade students an assignment to write their own obituary in order to inspire reflection on how they want to move forward with their lives.  A super idea, in my opinion. Did his assignment result in more mature students able to contribute to our world?  Are you kidding?  He was fired. (The Week April 21, 2023)

 

PLAYING WITH FIRE

Published August 18, 2022 by Nan Mykel

Irreparable harm appears to lie in wait for us if the Republican shenanigans take hold in our country.  The situation gets wilder and wilder with the passage of time and the approach of elections.  I speak of what is being done to the ragtag of our public schools and the profession of medicine.  I don’t refer to the Mir-a-lego combustion.  Hopefully that is being attended to elsewhere.

My first concern is the eradication of sex education in the public schools.  Why did we ever begin sex education?  All those issues will become caustic again.  What is this?  Along with forbidden abortions  we’re not going to warn children?  How dark! Not only did unwanted pregnancies cry out for sex education, but also vulnerability to child sexual abuse.  “A third of sexually abused children are abused before the age of nine.” (Finkelhor, 1986, p 229).  “Stranger danger” wasn’t a joke.

Equally as nervy and destructive is attacking the physician’s time-worn oath to “do no harm.”  If recently passed state prohibitions prevail,  some states will find themselves with a crippling doctor shortage. (I’m trying not to say, “and it serves them right.”)  “If you see a fleeing of providers from states that have severely restricted their ability to practice in line with their moral compass and medical ethics, it will be a huge loss to public and community health,” said Jamila Perritt, an abortion provider in Washington, D.C., and the president and CEO of Physicians for Reproductive Health. “We don’t have to guess what’s going to happen. We already see the high rates of maternal mortality and morbidity in places like Louisiana and Mississippi. But we’ll see much more of that as these bans continue to sweep the country.”

Friend Felix Speaks Again

Published July 19, 2022 by Nan Mykel

4th of JULY:  GOOD GRIEF!

If you like pretty poems, please look away,

for here I lament decay, dying and death.

I’m not bemoaning my dying contemporaries,

who lately fall like old-growth trees in a forest.

Nor do I pre-grieve my own impending death.

 

My concern is for the fate of our democracy,

as it is doing a dangerous dance with doom.

Our precious political freedoms are eroding.

Our fractured center seems not to be holding.

 

Our democracy could be in its death throes.

Female bodily autonomy has been outlawed,

voting rights have been wantonly suppressed,

there is massive support for Trump’s Big Lie.

 

The Supreme Court defies the majority’s will.

Throughout our land gun fetishism flourishes.

Louder liars shout down the voices of veracity.

Violence grows, the environment degrades.

 

This Independence Day is a day of gloom.

Sadly I fly our tattered flag upside down.

Today I can’t sing Happy Birthday America!

In these dark days, I weep as I sing of thee.

 

Felix Gagliano,  July 2022

 

TO LIFE

Published September 15, 2019 by Nan Mykel

I’m happy.

I want to stay a while longer.                     

No lightning bolt from the sky, please.

Let me linger

in the sweetness of the days and nights

and the coolness of the old shade tree.

Praise be to

whatever there is out there, in here

just over the horizon of my ken.

I play with you

in this sandbox, and together we make

do with what it seems we have.

 

Image:  Ken Karr.com                                                                                                                      Nan- Time Wrinkles,  2015

 

The Sink Hole Sunk This Poet

Published July 17, 2019 by Nan Mykel

What’s wrong with wearing rose-colored glasses?

Face it–it’s hard today to walk without stepping in it.

And if you slip and fall–oh my! If only our inner

compass could be depended upon, if our

creative urges could steer us through the dark,

find the light.

Should we throw down our tinted lenses and fight

the tarantulas?  The booby-trapped

life jackets? Don’t give in to despair, they say, and

with luck my sword will slice thin air and not be

thrust back at me.  The Drama Queen sits

beside her sister in tinted glasses, waiting for the

other shoe to fall. Oh my.

Look at Me

Published July 13, 2019 by Nan Mykel

 I am a bear.

But am I really?

My identity is caught

mid-stream.

Can you help me out?

When you look into my eyes

what do you see?

Do you see you or

do you see me?

No longer a living tree,

what have they done to me?

Cast into the scuzzy borders

of someone else’s reality (yours).

Caught in the net of your own

imagination, fake firefly in a jar.

Who am I to you? Who are you to me?

Shells, washed up on imaginary

beaches, carry life forms, sometimes

not. Look in your mirror and see

is it you or me caught in transit?

 

Storytelling

Published July 2, 2019 by Nan Mykel

                                       “That’s a Story!”

            In the language of children, story telling means telling a falsehood—at least it did in my childhood.  Now a number of learned individuals suggest that our lives—our selves—are no more real than the stories we think and believe and tell.  Ohh that word “real.”  Most folks today avoid that concept, I know.

            After reading an article in Psychology Today describing the difference between a “Romantic” and a “Post-modernist”,  I accepted the mantle of being a Romantic.

Trying to get organized, my usual rallying cry, I came across a copy of Psychology Today I had saved. I was unsure why I had saved it but when I opened it I found out why: It contains an unread article by Kenneth J. Gergen, Ph.D., The Decline and Fall of Personality ( Nov/Dec 1992, p. 59).

“Many of us believe that somewhere behind our masks lies the real person, that all this role playing is so much sham.  We may also believe that that for the sake of society and ourselves we should drop the roles and be what we truly are.  Yet if by chance you are beginning to doubt that there is a factual self beneath the fake, and feel the mask may just be the genuine article, that ‘image is everything,’ you are entering the new world of postmodern consciousness”.  He adds that “Slowly we are losing confidence that there is a coherent, identifiable substance behind the mask. The harder we look, the more difficult it is to find ‘anyone at home’.

“For contemporary psychologists, people are much like input-output machines…what they do depends on what goes into them.”  Remember that this was before the increasingly attractive idea of many toward the partly (soon wholly?) robotic man.

I never thought of myself as a romantic, but as he differentiates between the Romantic and the Modernist conceptions of the self, I have to register as a Thinking Romantic.  (Where does curiosity belong?)

“It is from the romantic tradition that we derive our beliefs in a profound and stable center of identity–a center which harbors the vital spirit of life itself.  In the past, when it was popular, the romantic self was a compelling account of forces buried beneath the surface of consciousness, in the deep interior of one’s being.”  (Kenneth J. Gergen,  Ph.D., The  Decline and Fall of Personality (Nov/Dec 1992, p. 59).

It is also the home of the “soul.”  Everyone knows by now that I am not religious in the usual sense of the word, but I do honor my depths and support from my unconscious.  And so I accepted the mantle of being a “Romantic!”

        Less than one month later, however,  I come across Bob Shepherd’s blog Praxis that makes a case for mankind’s inner core resulting from their own stories about him/herself and others.  “People are made to construct stories—plausible and engaging accounts of things—the way a stapler is made to staple and a hammer is made to hammer.”  (What Makes Humans Human? Posted on November 30, 2018).  There is no “inner self,” only an accumulation of stories we’ve created  to explain our perceptions.  It’s evolution that caused it, he says. I wonder if evolution itself is one of our stories.

            Off to work on a new story!

 

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