Wednesday, June 26, 2024

Good morning

 Sir Vivian and Survival


When spoons were in short supply, 

In Fort Supply, Oklahoma


When the lights go out in Georgia"

Gerald Allen George

G. A. George

GA., Georgia


George Latimer won in the Bronx.  My great grandfather was a George Latimer from Canada.  There was a former slave George Latimer from Virginia , I believe.



Monday, June 24, 2024

A Story

This is a story developed from something I saw on tv in the early morning, and was developed further in a dream. I woke up to write it down.

A young Hispanic male was being interrogated in Florida in a murder case. Another young Hispanic male had been shot and killed. The young man accused claimed to have been out of the State when the murder happened.  Cell phone records showed otherwise.  It became apparent that another male, older, was present.  The young man would not give up the older man's identity.  Finally, threatened with a long prison sentence, the young man told the truth.  The older man was the young man's brother. The two young men were lovers.  There may have been money involved.  The older brother killed his brother's lover in part because of the shame involved.  They tried to make it look like a suicide.  The young man had fled the State.  Now, the brother would be arrested, and both prosecuted.  It was a predictable story 

Friday, June 21, 2024

Thelma Madrano

Her full name was Maria Thelma de la Rosario Madrano Menendez de la Riva.  She was very beautiful, and apparently very rich.  We met in Houston in the early 60's.  She was a student at Sacred Heart Academy; I was an undergrad at Rice University.  We met at a mixer.  She was from Guatemala; I was from Fort Worth.  We dated a few times. I had a blue Olds convertible. The nuns checked us out fairly thoroughly.  One time we went to a party at the Houston Yacht Club  I belonged to Baker College.  Thelma was all awash in jewels and fur.  I remember that she took several of her classmates home for Christmas.  I was so shy, I never even kissed her; but I never forgot her name.

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Climate activists

Defacing Stonehenge.  What an atrocity.  How unhinged!! Throw the book at them. Deranged.

La Grave Field

La Grave Field will be torn down.  It is an old baseball venue just north of downtown Fort Worth in an industrial warehouse district.  It  was originally home to the Fort Worth Cats, a minor league farm team. My parents often took us there over sixty years ago. More recently it hosted another team.  I remember flag pole sitters when I was young.  It is a sad farewell to another era.

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Juneteenth

 Juneteenth, June 19, 1865, is the day we celebrate the end of slavery in the U.S.,  but actually it was the day the navy ships arrived in Galveston harbor and announced freedom to Texas slaves.  It has been a Texas holiday for generations.  All slavery in the U.S. did not end until 1866 when a constitutional amendment was passed. There were still slaves held in some northern states not covered by the Emancipation proclamation.  Still, it is as good a reason to celebrate as any.   Happy Juneteenth 

Anouk Aimee

 Anouk Aimee has died at 92.  A remarkable French actress, Ms. Aimee played the protagonist s wife in Federico Fellini s autobiographical film 8 and a half, his last in black and white, as far as I know.  She was talented and beautiful.

Saturday, June 15, 2024

What hardly anybody says

 About the far eastern provinces of Ukraine, now occupied by Russia.  They are largely RussiaƱ speaking, Russian writing, and Russian reading, and have been fighting for years to go back to Russia.  If Ukraine had not been threatening to join NATO,  with the Bidens encouragement, there might not have been a war. Would not have happened under Trump.

Friday, June 14, 2024

R.E.M.

woke up singing "i'm losing my religion" by r.e.m.  of course, i am not.  i am still a conservative christian, but i love that song.

saw the band themselves on tv last night or early this morning.  they were reunited (not performing) in their hometown of athens, georgia, after 11 years disbanded.  they are being admitted to the rock and roll hall of fame.  what took so long?

i remember coming out of my father's office in downtown fort worth, where i worked as well, one saturday afternoon forty years ago, and finding the downtown arts festival in full swing.  i heard that song over a loudspeaker.  they, r.e.m., were very popular back then.  my friends at the four star coffee bar and the koffee haus on main street played that song all the time.  a group of those friends moved to nashville, tennessee, about then.  they were in their twenties.  today, one is a successful musician-songwriter in arkansas; one is a restaurant manager in arkansas, and another manages a restaurant in nashville.  they are all doing well, with families.

the video for that song features imagery, sometimes hindu, sometimes christian.  in my view, those two are not equivalent.  i believe Jesus Christ is the lord of this universe.  "through Him all things were made".  i worship Him, and Him alone.  praise be to His Holy Name.

Sunday, June 9, 2024

a caterer from pilar

i only met jim wright, jr. once. it was in taos, new mexico in the summer  of 1983, at the adobe apartment of my long time mentor, doug o. pedersen, an artist-writer from new york, who founded the education department at the whitney museum of american art in new york city.  i had met doug and his eventual wife, the collage artist kelsey hauck, in berkeley, california, in the spring of 1970.  we traveled and wrote and studied together for six to eight months, including the summer of 1970; and then hooked up some years later when they had settled in santa fe, new mexico.  jim wright, jr. used to stop by in his van, in taos, new mexico, with a large jar of jalapena peppers, which was the case when we met.  jim, jr. was a caterer for rough water rafting trips on the rio grande as it flowed through northern new mexico.  he lived with his wife, sandra, in the small village of pilar, between santa fe and taos, where there was a small coffeehouse gallery as i recall.  i knew who he was because i was from fort worth, and jim wright, sr. had been our congressperson for a generation.  he had served for a while as speaker of the united states house of representatives, and was a friend of my mother, jinky george.

Jim Wright's sister was the poet Mary Connell, a Santa Fe businesswoman with rental properties and a small motel.  Doug and Kelsey had rented from her when they first came to Santa Fe.  I would eventually rent from Mary myself at her compound in Espanola, also between Santa Fe and Taos.  At that time I met Sandra Wright Page, Jim Wright's former daughter-in-law who edited a magazine out of Michigan.  She was a friend of Mary's.  We went dancing at an inn outside of Taos, and remain Facebook friends to this day.

Jim Wright, Sr. and Mary Connell have both passed away now.  Jim, Jr. comes to mind sometimes because he was a caterer out of Pilar, New Mexico; and my favorite contemporary poetry journal in the latter half of the last century was CATERPILLAR, edited by Clayton Eschelman whom i met in San Francisco when he lectured on DON JUAN: A YAQUI WAY OF KNOWLEDGE by Carlos Castaneda.  it is a small, coherent world.  I live in Fort Worth once again at a comfortable nursing home where I hope I will soon be eighty years old.  I have had an interesting life.