The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    An Exhausted Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     
     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     

    Sunday's Father's Day.
    I wish I could celebrate,
    instead of just mourn.
     
    (Picture: My dad, me and my sister circa 1954.  My dad died of cancer in 1971.)
     
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    or so it seems-ku:
     
    An elevator
    that stops on ev'ry floor will
    never let you down.
     
     
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     a cold rain will fall,
    thoughts of you will be frozen
    in time ... I'll move on.
     
     
     
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    Lifting off from earth,
    our souls climb through the clouds to
    play in the cosmos.
     
     
     
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    The moist earth gives way
    to an insistent daisy,
    and soon, fields of them.
     
     
     
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    A wise old man sat
    amidst the rubble and smiled
    at all he had learned.
     
     
     
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    She remembers how
    he used to make her laugh, but
    now can’t recall why ...
     
     
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     One day, he just left.
    No-one knew where he went, so …
    they assumed Cleveland.
     
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    Respondku (from David) :

    "Why Cleveland?" you ask.
    The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
    beckoned him once more.
     
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    Respondku-2 (from Jim) :

    Born to be wild.
    Chasing the ‘wolf, fame eludes
    his muse, Steppenwolf
     
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    Respond-ku3 (from me) :
     
    Maligning Cleveland
    means no disrespect; towns with
    "K" sounds are funny.
     
     
     
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     He ordered flowers
    to be sent to his girlfriend ...
    'cuz he knew she knew.
     
     
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     A shuttered cottage.
    Dust settles on empty chairs.
    Sunlight peeks through shades.
     
     
     
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    60's pinup-ku:
     
    Good God, she’s naked!!
    He wasn’t often flummoxed,
    but this … well … gee whiz!
     
     
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    This is the Future
    that you dreamed about while you
    sat in Study Hall.
     
     
     
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    As you get older,
    perspectives change; trivial
    matters fall away.
     
     
     
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    She whispered to him,
    ‘I’ll fulfill all your dreams' … But
    he’d dreamt of Pirates.
     
     
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    The Tony Awards
    demonstrated that show tunes
    aren't just tunes in shows.
     
     
     
     
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     Five inches of rain;
    enough for Noah to say,
    "Riiiight. What's a cubit?"
     
     
     
     
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    Politi-ku:
     
    To be logged off when
    your back's turned, should require
    an act of Congress.
     
     
     
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     'Bonus' 'poem':
     
     
    Yesterday, I had a thunk;
    to 'have a think' is kinda punk
    I thought I'd think such thoughts and wink,
    But now I think such thoughts just stink.
     
     
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    Comments

    I am tired too.  It was a busy day getting dishes packed and sorting through things.  I am getting my kitchen repaired.  It will take a few more days of that before we can gut the area to rebuild the floors.  I live in an old trailer and my refrigerator fell through the floor 2 years ago and it has taken me this long to save for the new kitchen.  We are doing the work ourselves.  We will be at this all summer.  I hope you are feeling better.


    trkingmomoe, what an annoying situation that must have been. Sorry you had to go so long without being able to get repairs done.  That's the kind of thing that politicians never seem to fully grasp;  the experience of having to wait on something essential to normal everyday life because you just can't afford to get it fixed.   


    It has been a interesting experience.  The hard part was figuring out how to save for it.  Someday I will have to tell you about, hand to hand combat with roaches and how that got solved.  You take it slow and easy, so you get better.  


    As someone who has lived in New York City for most of my adult life, I know hand to hand combat with roaches all too well.  I'd love to hear your solutions, as long as they don't involve dropping my refrigerator on them and having it crash through my floor.  My neighbor in the apartment underneath me would probably not understand.


    Roach wars are as strange and unpredictable as to which side to bet on as ones between humans. While living aboard in the tropics I brought many cardboard boxes aboard before I knew that was a mortal sin assuring the importation of roach eggs. I only briefly saw a few roaches onboard over seven years and was able to quickly poison them and never saw any more. Some friends boat had an infestation that they fought for a long time using all the common strategies. Finally, when leaving for the States for a couple months, they had their boat put on the hard, shrouded with plastic, and fumigated twice with some serious stuff. You have guessed by now, soon after returning they had roaches again.
     I don’t know about yankee roaches, Caribbean roaches are small, but when I was a little kid living in Houston the roaches were almost as big as a refrigerator. Good luck in your war but avoid hand-to-hand, those guys are tough.


    Those big roaches are called palmetto bugs.  You find them in the south and they like to stay outside for the most part.


    Here along the SW Coast of Florida, we have a little critter called an anole.  It is a Florida chameleon.  There are brown ones from Cuba and native green ones that have a pretty red neck dewlap.  They moved in last fall after they found a way in through the floor.  When the trailer was built they used particle board for the floor.  We put a piece of plywood down but they still was able to come in.  As the floor was crumbling under the refrigerator, roaches made their way into the walls and hung out in the kitchen and bathrooms.  Of coarse they prospered in the new their new home, despite all the effort to get rid of them.  So for a couple of years it was hand to hand combat with the little roaches.  The anoles eat their weight in bugs and discovered a feast in my kitchen and in the walls.  You could hear them running around inside the walls.  Now just imagine having one of those little critters that is about 5 inches long jumping out of your cupboards when you open the door.  I had all the family trained to wash their dishes before they eat. I kept antibacterial dish soap in water at all times in my sink, so they could just wash rinse and dry.  Roaches and anoles carry salmonella.  To add to the fun was our two tom cats, who wanted to catch the anoles.  Spending my adult life in a middle class suburban neighborhood did not prepare me for this.  I had a roach one day jump out of my purse when I went to pay for some fabric in front of people I knew.  I thought I would die of embarrassment and shame.  I was with some friends from the quilt guild who live in nice retirement condos.  The anoles ran out of food and moved on.  The cats settled down and stayed down off of things.  I have enjoyed the last 6 months without roaches. 


    I was not feelin

    So very good the last days

    I was in much pain

     

    What tools are there for 

    Me to use so that I do

    Not really implode?

     

    Pain is different

    Pain is of mortality

    Numbness is just death

    Okay, I still live

    I asked for help from outside

    And they did help me

    When you are in it

    You cannot see where you are

    Others have knowledge

    I am streamin now

    I must count my syllables

    Very so closely

     

    Oh I hurt so much

    But they helped me find that there

    Is a tomorrow

    the end

     

    Damn it hurt so bad!

    All I got right now, except that tomorrow I have antibiotics and some extreme pain relievers. Not so bad. How would I have done a hundred years ago?

     


     

    Ah pain ... the revenge

    of the forces of darkness

    which seek to kill hope.

     

    What may irritate

    one man, another may find

    excruciating.

     

    Chronic pain can kill

    aspirations and desire;

    in their place, you cope.

     

    Do not judge others

    for their inability

    to deal with their pain.

     

    For you can not know

    their threshold ... Just assume it's

    as high as your own.

     

    Sorry you're hurting, DD.   One of the things I have been trying to get a handle on is that whole concept of what our ancestors did to cope with pain, particularly chronic pain.  I often try to put myself in their shoes and think about what it must have been like to have a disease like mine in a time before biologic drugs and pain-killers.  In the imaginary world I created, Spondyville, (a town where everyone has Spondylitis), was founded in 1875, in a time before aspirin.  One of the the running gags I came up with is that because the "Spondys" of that era were all bent over from kyphosis, they resembled a native American fertility god called Kokopelli, and therefore the wagon train's journey to find a location on which to start their town was aided by the native Americans they met along the way, who happily shared their willow bark with the settlers, a substance with aspirin-like qualities.