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“You’re My Father”

May 11, 2012 3 comments

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Folks: when you’re managing two blogs, the question of whether or not to repost might not even occur to you…it could be the only way to stay ahead of the curve. But building traffic & interest aside, this post is one of the most affecting my mother has produced so far in the telling of her childhood. In re-reading this–and other posts–it occurs to me that one thing my mother is is a frustrated novelist. Imagine having Edith Wharton in your family all this time and not knowing it. The curve ball life throws us…    RT (reposting from Mood Indigo).

“You’re My Father”.

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Image: True Confessions; Mood Indigo, CC 3.0 Unported.

Ella & the World

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Folks: by way of whetting the appetite for A Daughter’s Song and Dance, here is an excerpt from the story. Nobody can sing like Ella…Enjoy!  RT

Ella & the World.

A Daughter’s Song and Dance: Growing Up Adopted Before the War and After

April 30, 2012 6 comments

A true confession on RT’s part: he has been laboring under the happy impression that various of his readers are wondering whatever happened to his writing projects. Well, there is good news–his  mother’s memoirs, now titled A Daughter’s Song and Dance, has been making tremendous progress, and RT will be issuing the first of the book’s three parts as an e-book next month.

What a story it is! Born in 1929, Mom was adopted within a few weeks of birth and spent her childhood in Los Angeles and New York City, with stops at Lake Tahoe and Banff along the way. America was a different place before World War II, and this installment, which follows her pre-teen years, brings home to readers the difficulties (and wonders) of life before TV, commercial air flights, and the Interstate Highway System. The book is populated with remarkable people–among them, her French Governess (who taught her how to eat ice cream pie), her Aunt Daisy (who indirectly arranged for a day watching the filming of Pride of the Yankees), and, above all, Mama, (the woman who adopted her, and a feminist among the aristocracy).

Both Mom and I are pleased with the way this story has emerged from an original word-processed manuscript Mom put together in the early 1990s. We’re excited about publishing electronically. And we love the idea of reaching out to other adoptees with her extraordinary story. Stay tuned for further developments!    RT

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P.S. For more background, check out Mom’s blog, Mood Indigo.

Poster: Moore Theater; 1910; WikiCmns; Public Domain

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The Continuing Saga of the Gilgamesh-ist

Well, time seems to have flown by recently, and with it has come further developments in the Saga of my version of Gilgamesh. Let me start by setting the stage: 1) my home computer crashed a couple of months back, probably terminally; it now holds hostage the latest rewrites of Tablet VIII. Maybe in the next little while, after my current financial crisis subsides, I can get it fixed, or at least get the local computer folks to rescue the relevant files. 2) The frustrations of Tab 8 notwithstanding, the version overall has made excellent progress. Specifics follow:

1) Tablet III. I thought I would never figure out how to get Utu’s Speech near the beginning right; a breakthrough several weeks ago has led to the completion of this speech & the finishing of the entire tablet except some new material I’ve added near the middle. That too is making satisfying progress.

2) Tablet XI: Long locked in hibernation, this tablet has now made its way into early second draft. Am presently considering which kitchen sink to throw at it to get it over the top.

3) Tablet VI: Another hibernating tablet, I managed to wake it up by adding material I had mistakenly placed in Tab 3 at the end of this tablet. And even better news: the first half of the tablet needs little modification from first draft. Now the main issue is stitching the two pieces together.

4) Let me summarize: tablets 1-2: finished; tablet 3: nearly done; tablets 4-5: some complex decisions & editing remain here; tablet 6: a promising second draft; tablet 7: finished; tablet 8: nearly done; tablet 9: second draft & 100-line excerpt complete; tablet 10: second draft; tablet 11: second draft.

5) And, ladies and gentlemen, the totals: finished: 3 tablets; nearly done: 2 tablets; in second draft+: 2 tablets; in second draft: 2 tablets; in second draft w/ editorial decisions remaining: 2 tablets. For a total of 11 tablets.

& those interested in finding out more about my Gilgamesh project can go here.

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Photo: Bearded Man (Sumerian, 3300 B.C.); WikiCmns; Public Domain; Source: M-L Nguyen.

A Door Into Ocean

Oceans have always mesmerized and terrified people–their beauty, their power, their capriciousness are hard to deny. They are alien, other, a place we didn’t adapt to during our species’ infancy or imprint on our evolving minds.

Or maybe not. In the amniotic fluid we recapitulate those first watery ages, acquire memories of gills and tails, memories that give us a sense of the ocean as mother–memories that help explain the appeal of Joan Slonczewski’s remarkable debut novel, A Door Into Ocean (1986).

I might as well admit up front that this novel has influenced my thinking deeply. Door is a science fiction novel–one of the best–and as such delves into the nitty-gritty of world making and the sciences; but it does not stop with introducing us to a consistent and plausible future. Slonczewski takes us much farther, creating believable and sympathetic characters and a nimble plot set against a difficult but all-too-familiar political and cultural situation. And beyond that, she offers insights on, and even solutions to, some of humankind’s most intractible problems.

The story is set some thousands of years in the future and concerns the fate of Shora, an ocean moon orbiting a “normal” water/earth world. Normal in every way, I should note: male-dominated, money-driven, technology-based, power-worshipping. In pointed contrast, Shora is home to a woman-only society that has been intentionally shaped to live in harmony with the rich ecosystem the moon’s ocean supports. But take note, all men who value their gender and who also are alert to the struggle for women’s recognition, respect, and self-expression–this is not a male-bashing novel. There are positive (and charming) male characters (such as Spinel, the teenage boy who must take a “stone-sign”–that is, find a profession); female characters who need some serious therapy (witness Jade, an interrogator); and an admission that even Shora’s admirable ecology at times depends on predation and suffering. And then there is Berenice, the liaison between Shora and the outside political system–who becomes Nisi on the ocean world and takes the self-name, “the deceiver.”

I don’t want to reveal too much of the plot, so I will only say that Spinel’s decision regarding his stone-sign helped me make peace with my own calling as a poet and that I would be thrilled if people on our planet would adopt the custom of self-naming. Slonczewski offers many more suggestions concerning humanity’s struggle to create a truly peaceful and prosperous society.

And did I mention that the author’s prose is a delight? Sorry, I can’t think of any more reasons to not recommend this book. Take the plunge and read A Door Into Ocean, a novel utterly dedicated to the ideal of peace and happiness in our lives.    –RT

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Photo: Rogue Wave in the Bay of Biscay, 1940; NOAA; WikiCmns; Public Domain.

An Inspiration: The Independent Scholar’s Handbook

March 28, 2012 2 comments

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Some readers will recognize the symptoms: a sudden, inexplicable obsession with a topic, question, or creative work that drives a person to drop practical considerations and even essential obligations so he or she can spend time researching or writing in the library, interviewing people, tracking people down on the internet, making observations on their telescope, and so forth. Yes, there can be no doubt: you or someone in your life has been inspired to make a contribution to the advancement of knowledge or the creation of beauty. The person in question is an independent scholar.

Just what is an independent scholar? Someone who is working on an research project or work of art without support from an academic institution or other organization. In other words, this is where the rubber hits the road; people have been known to live on the street while they’re researching, writing, painting, sculpting, making a movie…

But, thanks to guides like Ronald Gross’s The Independent Scholar’s Handbook, the journey doesn’t have to be that hazardous. There are ways to organize your time and maximize your resources, grants that can defray your costs, volunteers who will support you because you’re doing important work, and support from other scholars, whether they be unknown like yourself or the most distinguished experts in your field. Patience, tact, and persistence can go a long way to easing the pain involved with any self-motivated act of learning and creation.

You might be wondering if a single book really can be the gateway to marshalling your resources and finishing your “inner assignment” (as Ansel Adams used to call his own creative work). And the Handbook does have one problem: it was last edition was published in 1993. Many of the specific suggestions it lists have disappeared or been reincarnated in internet and e-publishing guises. But then, come to think of it, cheap rent is still cheap rent.

External resources aren’t what’s at the heart of Gross’s book. What matters most is the way that he builds the independent scholar’s pride. Here is the sentence that opens Chapter 1:

This book is about taking risks of an unusual kind: risks in the realm of the mind.

His goal is to awake his readers to a sense of passion and purpose. Why? Because he realizes, that for most people, there is nothing of significance in their day-to-day existence. If we are to live fully, we must find the courage to do something really important.

So, in fact, a project that at first may seem impossible or just crazy turns out to have been the origin of many famous books: Barbara Tuckman’s A Distant Mirror, Alvin Toffler’s Future Shock, and E.F. Schumaker’s Small is Beautiful are all works of independent scholarship. And look at what people like Buckminster Fuller, Betty Friedan, and John Snyder accomplished.

And then there are the many quotes from other authors on living the life of the mind:

Many workingmen are self-taught intellectuals.

Ignace Lepp, L’Art de Vivre de l’intellectual

And finally, to round the book out, Gross provides a wonderful bibliography, full of books devoted to the theory and practice of the independent scholar.

The Independent Scholar’s Handbook has changed a lot of people’s lives. Maybe it could change yours.        RT

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Chinese Character: The Scholar. WikiCmns. CC 2.5 Generic. User: Magna. Magazine Cover: Hermes the Scholar, WikiCmns; Public Domain.

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Support Your Local Poets–Step 1

March 15, 2012 2 comments

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RT has a confession to make: he is feeling the pinch of this sorry economy, and, as happens as such moments, he is wishing that his poetry might produce a bit more income. Now, some societies, such as Japan and Russia, have long treasured their poets, and do what they can to honor them–sometimes, especially if they lack official sanction. We need to take a leaf from their book and support our local poets, who usually have made a ridiculously small amount of money off their work. Why? Because modern poetry has gotten a reputation for being absolutely useless. Hmmm…RT has posted on this subject before, and the reader is encouraged to consider some of the benefits he has suggested from the reading of poetry.

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Here is the first and most basic step to supporting local poets:

1) Buy a book by a local poet. If you live near an independent bookstore, this is easy to do: just go to the bookstore and ask the clerk for recommendations (or at least where the poetry section is). I’ve found that almost all local bookdealers (and sometimes national chains) carry local chapbooks and small press volumes.

2) Choosing the book. The lesson that RT learned for visual art holds for poetry as well: buy what you like.

How do you judge a poetry book? By its

Materials. Shoddy book production–an unattractive or minimal cover, poor binding, and an uninspired layout and typeface–usually means poor poetry.

Shortest poem. This is usually only a few lines long and will give you a sense of the poet’s talents and themes.

First poem. Every poet knows that a volume’s opening poem had better be good. It should intrigue the reader and make him or her want to turn the page. If this poem falls short, you can bet other poems have problems.

3) Read the book. OK, despite what you might think, this is the tough part, the moment when all the little anti-poetry demons come out of the woodwork and say things like, “You should’ve spent that money on something more important!” and “Get real; poetry is boring, self-indulgent navel-staring!” And the worst part is, these demons don’t play fair; they don’t announce themselves openly, but just make sure that there’s always something else that must be done before you have earned the right to read your new book.

There are various ways of dealing with these demons: put the book on your bed in the morning, so that you must put it on the night table if you want to get to sleep. And the curious thing about poetry is, if a poem is read before we turn off the lights, it will probably influence our dreaming–and may even enrich it. A poet’s language has a way of working itself into our subconscious, waking up thoughts and feelings that have been put safely out of the way, but which may need an airing. And note: some of these neglected items may actually be quite pleasurable.

If this doesn’t work, then try taking your new poetry book to work. Read it over lunch; quote from it during the afternoon chat with your cubicle buddy; see if you can find information on the author on the internet. Or, if you feel that something is irritating about the poet’s approach, imagine rewriting one of the poems.

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Really, nothing matters more to a writer than finding an audience (unless, of course, it’s seeing a little money coming in from the effort ;) ), and, truth be told, many writers deserve that audience. This is doubly true of local authors–they are usually more accessible, both in terms of style and subject, than well-known poets, who often adopt complex approaches to their work. So try buying and reading a book by a local poet once a month and see what you think at the end of the year…you may have learned quite a bit about your community–and yourself.      (and RT will be taking up his own poetry challenge & reporting on each book he reads.)

RT

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Image: Top: Beatrice and Dante Contemplate the Highest Heaven; William Blake; WikiCmns; Public Domain. Bottom: Baudelaire; etching by Manet; WikiCmns; Public Domain.

mad women in the upstairs and druidical peasants

October 21, 2011 Leave a comment

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I have been reading Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons, which is quite amusing. I fell in love with the following passages:

Mrs Smiling’s second interest was her collection of brassieres, and her search for the perfect one. She was said to have the largest and finest collection of this type of underwear in the world. It was hoped that on her death it would be left to the nation.

Read more… 173 more words

Even with the variety of topics I discuss, it seems to me that the Rag Tree at times needs a little livening up...So, with a tip of the hat to life on the other side of the Great Equation... RT

Whatever Happened to Gilgamesh?

October 20, 2011 2 comments

It’s been a while since I’ve posted about the status of my translation/version of The Epic of Gilgamesh. It’s been something of a struggle, since I’ve moved back into my old apartment space & am blogging via the local library/computer lab. The good news is I’m getting better at beating the 45-minute time limit (& at using the generous access to 10-minute increment extensions). The status of the tablets is as follows:

1) Tablets I & II: Finished and copyrighted (2004).

2) Tablet III: In almost complete second draft since 2005. Utu’s speech to Gilgamesh near the tablet’s beginning needs to be completed, and a general brushing up of the language is advisable. Tablet III may also end up being the longest tablet in my version, so some cutting (or perhaps breaking the tablet in two) may be required to get it over the top.

3) Tablets IV & V: These may end up being the most frustrating tablets, because my second drafts disappeared when my hard-drive got chewed by a monster virus back at the end of ’08. The good news is that no work is lost, and I’m making good process at reconstructing the lost materials. Tablet IV has the additional problem of being the most repetitive tablet, making research and close attention to each section critical. But the good news is that in the last few days, Tab 4 has made excellent progress. More research to be done, for sure, but I’m feeling like the worst of the reconstruction may be over…

Tablet VI: In first draft, but the first half of the draft just flowed right out of me, and I’m getting a better sense of how to handle the remainder of the text.

Tablets VII-VIII: Ah, the death tablets, which contain the account of Enkidu’s death and Gilgamesh’s mourning for him. I thought Tab 7 was finished back in the spring, but have reworked it substantially to include rhymes and improve the tablet’s cohesion. Tab 8 is nearly done, with some work on the poetics of the list of funeral goods all that remains unfinished.

Tablets IX and X. Gilgamesh’s search for eternal life. I finished a 100-line excerpt from Tab 9 for my chapbook, Amassunu, back in 2010; the rest of these tablets is in first draft (though I’ve begun working with Siduri’s episode at the start of Tab 10–a strange and mystical representation of the goddess.

Tablets XIa & XIb. The Sumerian Flood. Actually, there’s only one tablet, but I’ve broken it in two to fill out the story of the Flood and Gilgamesh’s return to Uruk. In first draft, but I’ve begun playing with the poetics of the Flood story–the emotional climax of the epic and a passage that will surely require everything I can throw at it, including the poetic kitchen sink. I reach some unusual conclusions about the Quest for Eternal Life and what happens to Gilgamesh at the end. Stay tuned to this bat-channel to find out more…. ;)

RT

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Photo: Cylinder Seal and Impression. WikiCmns. Src: Jastrow. Public Domain.

Collapse

Jared Diamond’s book, Collapse, (Viking, 2005), is one of the most challenging books I’ve read in some time (for one thing, at 591 pages, it may require a dedicated space on your nightstand). Drawing on a plethora of historical examples, both ancient and recent, Diamond tries to determine the causes behind the collapse of human societies. To underscore the relevance of this task to humanity’s current predicaments, the book starts with a discussion of ecological problems in Montana. It continues on to such exotic locales as Easter Island in the 900s AD, medieval Japan, Viking Greenland, the Mayan cities of the 1st millennium AD, and the Anasazi culture in the southwest of the United States. Contemporary environmental policies in Australia, New Guinea, and the Dominican Republic are also examined.

Collapse is a tough book; it doesn’t pull its punches when drawing attention to the greed and wastefulness of normal human life. Hierarchy, taboo, and the general human reluctance to change core belief and practise are all singled out as causes behind environmental disasters. Now that we are all part of a global economy, the question becomes, can we work out our differences and make the necessary sacrifices to save ourselves from overpopulation and environmental degradation?

On the other hand, the volume is full of arresting stories; my favorite is Easter Island, a tiny speck in the Pacific Ocean (and certainly one of the most remote places on the planet), covered by a lush, semi-tropical forest until the arrival of the first people (Polynesians) about AD 900. I was (and am) fascinated by the fact that among the tree species in the forest was the Easter Island Palm, the tallest palm tree that has ever existed. The settlers created a  complex civilization (which included the sculpting of the island’s famous statues), but by about AD 1600 had cut down the entire forest–only a few of the smaller plant species have survived.

One might think that this a doomsday book, focusing on examples of human inability to cope with tough problems, but Collapse offers several examples of successful environmental management resulting from factors that range from heroic individual sacrifice to extremely tough governmental policy. The book points out attitudes and policies that can create consensus on the environment and help our global culture survive into better times.

Informed, level-headed, and focused on finding solutions, Collapse is one book to keep an eye peeled for on your next expedition to the bookstore.  RT

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Image: The Russian vessel “Rurik” at anchor off Easter Island, 1816, artist, Louis Choris; Source: Wikipedia; License, Public Domain.

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