Your Sunday Poem

This one is for anyone who says poetry is too difficult, too dour, too stuffy.  By Paul Violi, from "180 More, Extraordinary Poems for Every Day," edited by Billy Collins.

Appeal to the Grammarians

We, the naturally hopeful,
Need a simple sign
For the myriad ways we're capsized.
We, who love precise language,
Need a finer way to convey
Disappointment and perplexity.
For speechlessness and all its inflections,
For up-ended expectations,
For every time we're ambushed
By trivial or stupefying irony,
For pure incredulity, we need
The inverted exclamation point.
For the dropped smile, the limp handshake,
For whoever has just unwrapped a dumb gift,
Or taken the first sip of a flat beer,
Or felt love or pond ice
Give way underfoot, we deserve it.
We need it for the air pocket, the scratch shot,
The child whose ball doesn't bounce back,
The flat tire at journey's outset,
The odyssey that ends up in Weehauken.
But mainly because I need it -- here and now
As I sit outside the Caffe Reggio
Staring at my espresso and cannoli
After this middle-aged couple
Came strolling by and he suddenly
Veered and sneezed all over my table
And she said to him, "See, that's why
I don't like to eat outside."

Art Opening

“A Spectrum of Music-Art,” an exhibition curated by author, Debra Hosseini, opened last night at The Seven Sisters Gallery in Morro Bay.  The gallery was hosting the show as part of the national  “April is Autism Awareness Month.”

The opening had music by Jesse Williams on keyboard:

And Mark Witt on guitar:

Gallery Manager, Shawn Cantu and her son, Jason,  whose drawing was part of the exhibition. Jason’s lovely black and white drawing of a dove in flight is above left.

All of the works are for sale and there’s nothing more exciting for any young artist than to have one of their works sold. 

If you get a chance, stop by the gallery to see the paintings.  The show will run until May 7th. The gallery is located at 601 Embarcadero, in the Marina Square Bldg. For further information, call 772-9955 or visit the website www.sevensistersgalleryca.com

Your Sunday Event and Poem

SLO-4-PUPs, the volunteer group (of which I am a part) held its annual  fund-raising garage sale.  All proceeds go to maintain and run the county’s first (and finest!) off-leash dog park at El Chorro Regional Park (off Hwy 1 across from Cuesta College.)

The sale was part of the city-wide Garage Sale Day.  This year, the city is trying for a Guinness record: Largest number of garage sales in a town in a day.

Prior to the big day, many items were donated, and days were spent sorting and tagging.



Sale day, boxes and boxes were toted out to the street, piled on tables, all ready for the crowds.



Which started coming in a steady stream all day.




 
During which, a birthday was celebrated with a gorgeous fruit tart from The French Bakery in Morro Bay. 



All in all, a fun, big sale day, which continues this morning, and should net a tidy sum to help keep El Chorro Dog Park running for another year.  A good portion of the left-over items will be boxed up and picked up by an equestrian rescue group and will be used as the basis for their own garage sale fund-raiser, so everything will do double duty to two volunteer groups.

So, many thanks for everyone involved in the Dog Park sale.  I don’t know, at this point, whether Morro Bay’s Guinness record challenge will be successful.  Considering the number of cars flooding the town, it’s entirely possible.

And now, your Sunday Poem

This by Tukaram, at 17th century Indian saint, from  "Love Poems from God," edited by Daniel Ladinsky.

                First He Looked Confused

I could not lie anymore so I started to call my dog "God."
                       First he looked
                        confused,

     then he started smiling, then he even
                     danced.

           I kept at it:  now he doesn't even
                               bite.

                 I am wondering if this
                   might work on
                        people?

 

Upcoming

Tomorrow: Morro Bay will be trying for a Guinness Book of Records record: largest number of garage sales in a city on one day. Wheee-ha!  Here's hoping.  Our dog park, El Chorro Off Leash Dog Park, will be part of the Guinness fun since we're having our annual fund-raising garage sale Sat & Sunday at 914 Mesa St., Morro Bay.  Do do come by and pick up some treasures.  All proceeds go to support the dog park.  

Next Friday, April 12, the gallery where I work will be hosting a specially curated exhibition as part of the  "April is Autism Awareness Month."  Here's the press release:

""A Spectrum of Music-Art" an exhibition curated by author, Debra Hosseini, will open with a nod to “April, Autism Awareness Month” and a special reception at Seven Sisters Gallery on Morro Bay’s Art Walk Friday, April 12 from 5-8 pm. Many of the artists are featured in Hosseini’s impressive book, The Heart of Autism: Shifting Perceptions, of which signed copies will also be available. Autism, a developmental disability effecting 1 in 88 children, is gaining increased public attention and Hosseini’s books and exhibitions touting the tagline, “the Art of Autism is a movement!”, are designed to bring focus to some of the extraordinary artwork being done by artists challenged with autism and serve as a resource to assist them in pursuing their artistic endeavors. Artists include locals Kylie Swan, Jason Cantu and Andrew Mendoza, along with students from Hidden Wings, a unique autism school for young adults in Solvang, including Kevin Hosseini, the author’s son. Reception will feature musical artists, Mark Witt on acoustic guitar and Jesse Williams on keyboards. The show runs 4/12-5/7 at Seven Sisters Gallery, in Marina Square at 601 Embarcadero, Suite 8, Morro Bay. 772-9955."

This should be a wonderful exhibit. It's amazing how talented these kids are, plus it's wonderful how art can be used as an aid to help these kids deal with their cognitive challenges and so navigate better in the non-autistic the world.  The result is what Debra Hosseini, who's curating the exhibition, playfully calls "Artism." 

In addition, some of these same artists are part of the Adventure Club SLO, which consists of small groups of special needs individuals who do indeed engage in "adventures," including making movies, two of which, co-starring Timothy Bottoms, recently aired at the Palm.  The Adventure Club is part of Director Jon Gange's Cayucos company, "Wonderful World Adventures."  

Below are a few works that were sent out with the press packet for the exhibition.  Some of the other works in the show will likely be by students from Hidden Wings as well as other artists Ms. Hosseini is representing. (Debra's website is www.the-art-of-autism.com and further information on "Hidden Wings School," is at www.hiddenwings.org  ) I hope you'll have a chance to attend the reception on April 12th (live entertainment and munchies) and meet some of these talented artists.  Or, do stop by the gallery when you can to see what these kids are up to.

Jason Cantu

                                               

Kylie Swan

Coffee Anyone

Calhoun's Cannons for April 2, 2013

I wish I had confidence that the Supreme Court will do the right thing when it comes to ruling on gay marriage, but I don't. They and they alone chose to hear the DOMA and California's Prop 8 cases and speculation was that it was Justice Scalia, viewed as an anti-gay partisan, who was the deciding vote on taking those cases.  Presumption was he pushed for getting the case before the courts now when there was a chance to defeat or long delay all efforts to legalize gay marriage, a surprisingly "activist judge" move that, oddly, didn't get a peep out of conservatives ever on the lookout for activist judges. So, I guess that epithet only applies to "liberal" judges "legislating from the bench," not conservative ones.

So the court chose to hear those specific cases and yet there was Chief Justice Roberts whining about having to decide such a controversial and potentially complex issue.  That hints at an unsure court, a timid court, a court unwilling to do any heavy lifting while desperately looking for the door.  Indeed, like a kid cranking on about having to do his algebra homework, Roberts wondered aloud why the President didn't just settle one of these cases himself, which hardly inspires confidence that we have a court that understands its constitutional role.

On the other hand, Justice Ginsberg sounded like she might have to take those whiny boys well in hand with her talk of "skim-milk marriage," a delightfully earthy metaphor that went to the heart of the matter.  Whole milk, skim milk.  That in a nutshell is always at the heart of issues involving  "equal rights under law."

And that's why I'm so constantly disheartened by the astonishing and fiercely defended disconnect between what we profess and how we actually proceed.  In public, pols, preachers, and patriots, all sporting little American flag pins in their lapels, piously preach freedom and justice for all in public, then privately vote for (and defend) laws that offer neither to certain citizens.

It's tempting to think that this disconnect is just run-of-the-mill hypocrisy, but it's far darker than that.  It's always a thick stew of fear, ignorance, animus, privilege, greed, lack of empathy, a failure of imagination, and an odd inability to rationally extrapolate from the individual to the larger case.  All of it a series of crippling failures of heart and reason that are almost always propped up by  invoking "belief," or "tradition" or "God." 

And even though the arc of history tends to bend towards justice, as Martin Luther King  observed, too many people turn themselves into rocks-in-the-road impediments to the very "freedom and justice" they think they're preaching. And those rocks cause very real harm to real people in real time, none of it reparative.  Which is always discouraging, especially since no sooner has one injustice finally been rectified than another springs to life.

Deep, deep is the human need for and love of injustice that comes cloaked in deceptive soothing phrases, especially when that injustice only strikes The Other Guy. But in a country founded on the principle that all men are created equal, skim milk is still skim milk.

And so here we all sit, reading the morning paper, coffee cup in hand, waiting for the Supreme Court to pass the sugar bowl and the pitcher of  . . . what?