Truth, Justice, And the American Way... In 1938 Two Jewish men Published the first adventure Of Superman. Some have called his creation Wish-fulfillment, Not just for the lives His creators lived But for the era In which it happened. Elsewhere, There were other Jews Fighting a man Who dreamed of A different superman. Now, Oddly, These creators First envisioned Superman As a villain. It was only When forced To reconsider That he became A hero. A hero Who could Exhibit All manner Of great But relatively human Abilities. They created Many adventures For Superman Over the next several Decades. That’s kind of Forgotten. Today They’re only seen As the creators, Not as active Participants In his history. One in which Eventually, Superman Passed into The hands Of others And they lost All control And it even seemed Credit. And it wasn’t For many years Until they got that back. And then, Not until their twilight years, ...
Birth I wasn’t there When you were born. I was in a parking lot At L.L.Bean When we got the call. I was in Maine. It was four months after She passed away When you were born. It was two months later When I met you. Pepe and I drove to Virginia, My second time there. (There will be other times To describe the first.) One brilliant short week And then back to Maine. And then one month And then a long time Before we parted again. A very, very long time. The best time Of my life. The first year Of your life. *** 1st The Breakfast Club Gave you the bucket hat On your first birthday. You loved your time With them, A whole suite Of grandparents, Including Charlie, The oldest, The most frail, But you kept him Somehow young, For that brief moment in time. You toddled, And you blossomed; I don’t know, This whole year Floated along somehow, And so much seemed So natural. *** 2nd And in September We traveled up to Maine To stay with Pepe For a year And Mommy went To Korea In...
The Queen of Hearts And the Reign of Terror Were equally obsessed With severing heads from necks. Now, this obsession puzzles me. It puzzles me Because I’m Catholic. This will puzzle you Since at least For the last five hundred years Being Catholic Has hardly been universally Synonymous With virtue. Um, ironically. Well, let me explain. Being Catholic, For me, Means not just living A good life But being good To others. This is not merely A way to say “Charity.” Being good To others Goes deeper than that. The Catholic idea Is that the metaphor Of original sin Means that we’re all Quite capable Of human folly. Now, Most people Spend a lot of time Vilifying Catholics Because of human folly, Which is surely An irony If there ever was one. They’re determined To condemn the whole idea Because of it. Or, You know, So they say. I can only assume They have no idea What being Catholic Means. Being Catholic Is being able to forgive. We don’t ha...
Impatience can make us all barbarians. Something to think on as this pandemic drags on...
ReplyDeleteI think it made some of us barbarians.
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