GM and China and the Bail Out .
An article I wrote and posted at Motherbird.com today. The video is alarming and the article is at least honestly done. It’s worth a shout out
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David Jackson
Take All of Me Billie Holiday
Oh Billie
I can hear you in the train as it
cries out in the night
Chicago
Memphis
New Orleans
Oh Billie
I can hear you in the
way my memories fall in little
pieces on the stair
Oh Billie can you make that horn player play
Don’t explain
Take all of me
Take all of me
Take all of me
Don’t leave anything behind
Don’t leave anything behind
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Poem : A Fish Story by Seymour Shubin
A Fish Story
We took our little son to a carnival
He must have been five or six
And we came across a game
Which if you won, you won a goldfish.
I didn’t want a goldfish but my son did
So I threw something that connected
With something
And the little boy came home with a goldfish
in a water-filled plastic bag
He was so happy and we were happy
For him
But the next morning he came to our bed
Crying
It seems he tried to change the water
But he did it over the toilet
And the fish dropped down
Forever lost
The boy was crying so hard, poor thing
And so I told him that the fish
Had made its way to the river
And was with his mother and father and brothers and sisters
And friends, oh yes friends
A 60 year old lie which I wish I could believe in now
To meet my mother and father and sisters
And brother again
And oh yes, all those old friends.
Poem by Seymour Shubin Drawing by Michael Franklin 1999, age 6
Socks in the Corner Poem
My brain is tired
the left side
in the front
the part that thinks
it’s in charge.
I drink the bottled water and try to
make the other side say that it is there
that I don’t have to add things up
that the socks in the corner will be
fine for now
that it all didn’t matter anyway
but the socks in the corner
need washing
and they lie there staring at me
like dishes
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The Cat and the Moon Poem by Yeats
The Cat and the Moon
The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon
The creeping cat looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, 5
For wander and wail as he would
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass,
Lifting his delicate feet. 10
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion, 15
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase. 20
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass 25
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).