two poems for Thanksgiving narratology
[narratology = dealing in story (sorry)]
this Thanksgiving
(mutuality)
say
find something to be thankful for
still here
a body
with a spirit inside
a mind
if the high point of that arc
was a long time ago
and everything’s been gradual
since
then
the bandage from last blood test
fell off
somewhere
hopefully not
to create a gross moment for someone
for me
the continuation of a series
gross
if bloody
that began with the first heart attack
or with
fall off the sofa when I was
four or so
and
there was a pool on the hardwood floor
that I could see
this is the past
highlights
or
lowlights
and how do you remember things
your own time
with time
nature
others
your own inventions on your own
and when dealing in
perception based on how others
treated you
that part of the play
when
Eliza says she is a duchess
because Pickering treats him
that way
and
there is
how we treat ourselves
now add the theme of thanks
for the day
Pygmalion/My Fair Lady (cited)
starspeak
and where is God in this
and sad
if not tragic
to
have to ask
maybe it’s because there are no easy
answers on the planet
except the gift
of
itself
in the cosmos
either
except to look with whatever combination
of our senses
to wonder
to measure
too
if there are no numbers for the wonder
we say
in certain liturgies
that
a star is coming
though they’re not supposed to be
loosed from their places
there’s that
wonder
the exercise to call it something else
by which it’s easier
or
to admit there is no knowing
and so let it unbound
unidentify its place
except it flies
and
also famously arrives
with a doctrinal purpose
but that we also leave it
simply as
astounding
also passage in an
extraordinary
narrative
that might beg belief
while
not insisting on its truth
on
what it represents
like the fictive guess
in “The Sentinel”
in which
Arthur Clarke invents a dying star
with
sentient civilization ‘round it
its last explosion
seen over the skies by
magi
of western Asia
and we could write our stories
too
as well as listen to what’s
set
and shared each season though off-season
makes your guesses
takes your chances
give
other versions a chance
allow imagination
serving
as an ironic stretching as a building-up
of credibility
“The Sentinel” is a short story by Arthur C. Clarke. The story is said to be the inspiration for his and Stanley Kubrick’s 2001. (Clarke having written that novel for and from the film.)
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Happy Thanksgiving! which should be a day of thanks for all, everywhere—or of hope for such with those in unthanking situations. (Sorry, need to bring up both.)
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two poems for Thanksgiving
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The Godmother
(Sarah Josepha Buell Hale and Thanksgiving)
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In the USA
Other nations have
Their days
It was Hale
An editor
Who lobbied
Above Washington’s
Claim as a foundation
That
The nation needed
Officially
Thanksgiving
Hale wrote to Lincoln
Other Presidents
Before
That this day was
Needed for a nation
Even in the
Horrible paradox of war
To say thank you
To whomever we should
Be saying thank you
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Lincoln conceded
Gave a proclamation
That would not be set
For many years
Long after Hale’s
Life on Earth
Was done
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A first Republican
Then a long-serving Democrat
(who liked new deals)
Sealed the deal
And so we have it
Fourth Thursday
In the ninth Roman month,
November
To you and me
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The Day We Have
(on Thanksgiving)
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Football and turkey
Then more football
Stuffing and cranberries
Maybe ham
Or roast beef
Or sandwiches from
The many places
Selling sandwiches
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I suppose there will be
Beer and wine
(beer before wine is fine)
Water
Juice
Soft drinks
People ‘round the table
Between quarters
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If turkey,
Then turkey sandwiches
(little mayo,
cranberry sauce)
Before the day is done
With
More sustenance
Kept inside the box
For tomorrow
And tomorrow and tomorrow
Since there’s too much
Lucky us
Who have too much
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Photo by Morvanic Lee on Unsplash
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Thank you!
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