Monday, November 30, 2015



Holding hands,
   we drift to dreams and easy sleep,
our touching is a grace of love,
   this long embrace is ours to keep.

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Published Sep 20, 2015 in Whispers

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Sunday, November 29, 2015

You can’t get out of line

Bukowski likes it rough, and that’s not my favorite style, so nothing by Bukowski has ended up on my night table.

Roses grow with thorns, of course. I liked the mood of this one, a generous contemplation, and realistic,'s too easy to forget that we end up being at the head of the line even if we don't move.

“helping the old”

I was standing in line at the bank today
when the old fellow in front of me
dropped his glasses (luckily, within the
and as he bent over
I saw how difficult it was for
and I said, “wait, let me get
them. . . “
but as I picked them up
he dropped his cane
a beautiful, black polished
and I got the glasses back to him
then went for the cane
steadying the old boy
as I handed him his cane.
he didn’t speak,
he just smiled at me.
then he turned

I stood behind him waiting
my turn.

From You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense, HarperCollins, 2002.

Henry Charles Bukowski (Heinrich Karl Bukowski) 1920-1994

As posted on the website A Year Of Being Here

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Saturday, November 28, 2015

Seeing far

Seeing far…

I hope Aunt Pam knew we were there today.

It's a delicate hope,
   less desperate than it is urgent,
      less spiritual than it is personal,
         private, protective…. 

It is my fragile awareness that I imagine
   the searing loneliness of dying without
      the careful press of fingers touching me,
         the caressing hands of my loved ones
           who want to be sure the touch is special, warm….

I want to know they will surround me
   when my time comes,
      I want to believe I will know they are near,
         I want to know for sure I will hear them
            even if I cannot wake….

I realize I am saying,
   with great love and with profound selfishness,
      I hope Aunt Pam knew we were there today.

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2014 All rights reserved.

Published March 2015 in Creative Inspirations

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Friday, November 27, 2015

Evolution “deniers”

Charles Darwin went to his printer 156 years ago with the book that stood science, philosophy, religion and mankind on their collective heads.

On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life  was a smash hit—in the bookshops, at least. The first press run of 1,250 copies sold out quickly, and the book went through six editions in 13 years.

A few years ago a first edition copy was sold by Christie’s for $194,500. Bibliophiles guess that perhaps 1,000 copies of the first edition are still tucked away in institutional and private libraries.
Several of them are sold every year.

You probably know that, although the book enjoyed some degree of popularity among both scientists and late 19th century popular science readers, Darwin’s startling conclusion that human beings evolved from ape-like ancestors was wildly debated and disputed immediately after he published the book. The debate, dispute and denial continues today.

It seems to me that the “evolution deniers” got a 100-year head start on the today’s global climate change deniers.

For some folks, it is an apparently enduring capacity of human nature to ignore facts and scientifically rigorous thinking when some combination of ignorance, myth, belief, greed and fear makes it comfortable to do so.

Read here about the other evolution theorist, Alfred Russel Wallace

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Thursday, November 26, 2015

The Revolutionary War didn’t end at Yorktown

If you’re interested in early American history you probably recall that the British surrendered to George Washington and the Marquis de Lafayette at Yorktown on October 19, 1781.

Hold it. The Revolutionary War didn’t end there.

In the two years following Yorktown, there were hundreds of skirmishes and combat encounters, largely in the American South, between soldiers of the Continental and British armies, and among pro-American and pro-British militias and many native American warriors.

King George III didn’t get around to issuing his Proclamation of Cessation of Hostilities until February 3, 1783.

On the high seas, after Yorktown, there were continuing naval encounters involving privateers and both Continental Navy and Royal Navy vessels as late as March 1783.

Washington enters New York City in November 1783

The war ended officially when the Treaty of Paris was finally signed in September 3, 1783.
News traveled slowly in those days. The last contingent of British troops in North America left New York City on November 26, 1783.

Read this review of Don Glickstein’s book After Yorktown: The Final Struggle for American Independence:

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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

At the juncture


Mingled mist, mind.

Loosed vision, an impulse of the eye
strains to see the lifting dawn,
the shimmering dance of sunrise.

Surrounding sound peals the senses,
I whirl and stretch to the horizon, a stroke in air,
the great broad sky beyond my reach,
I dip one toe and the ocean swallows me entire.

Undeniable, ineffable world outside my world.

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Pulling the curtain away….

It is a persistent mystery and a matter of despair to me that poor and minority voters in red states seem to support conservative Republican congresspersons who publicly and consistently vote against the personal economic interests of their poor and minority constituents.

Alec MacGillis on has drawn the curtain back, a bit.

The explanation—at least, part of it—is simple: many of the folks who receive government “safety net” support are indifferent to the whole politics caboodle, and they don’t vote. In many Republican strongholds, their neighbors who are higher on the socio-economic scale do vote, and they elect the fire-breathing Republicans who badmouth welfare “dependency” and want to cut social benefits.

MacGillis makes a point of mentioning that in eastern Kentucky and parts of West Virginia and in other states where there are long-standing pockets of depressed communities and “people on welfare,” some of the folks who are recently poor or just one step up—some kind of job, maybe still getting some benefits—are disdainful of the people who are still living on welfare.

“The people in these communities who are voting Republican in larger proportions are those who are a notch or two up the economic ladder — the sheriff’s deputy, the teacher, the highway worker, the motel clerk, the gas station owner and the coal miner. And their growing allegiance to the Republicans is, in part, a reaction against what they perceive, among those below them on the economic ladder, as a growing dependency on the safety net, the most visible manifestation of downward mobility in their declining towns.”

MacGillis clarifies the disconnect between “politics” and Americans who are poor, jobless, and disadvantaged in many ways:

“In eastern Kentucky and other former Democratic bastions that have swung Republican in the past several decades, the people who most rely on the safety-net programs secured by Democrats are, by and large, not voting against their own interests by electing Republicans. Rather, they are not voting, period. They have, as voting data, surveys and my own reporting suggest, become profoundly disconnected from the political process.”

So, the obvious question is not “Why are these folks voting for Republicans who will make their lives worse?”

The question is “Why aren’t these folks voting?”

For that matter, let’s just broaden the scope of our discussion here:

A central problem of our democracy is that it isn’t working, because too many people aren’t voting.

Why isn’t that issue a prime topic of discussion in the debates and the talk shows and in the public arena?

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Monday, November 23, 2015

I still don’t know who shot J. R.

It was 35 years ago.

More than 3 out of 4 American households—and half of the adults in this great land—tuned in to “Dallas” to finally learn who shot J. R.

Around the world, 350 million people watched the first episode of the third season of the blockbuster primetime “drama” to get the low-down on the low-down skulker who did the deed.

Some people didn’t watch the show. Like me. You can read all about it here. I’ll be honest, I skimmed the story on and I still don’t know the name of the shooter.

Ignorance shall be my penalty.

I’m gonna guess that the number of folks in the U. S. who know that name is larger than the number of folks who know when the Constitution was ratified, and larger than the number of folks who know what “arsenal of democracy” means.

Go figure.

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Sunday, November 22, 2015

Immigrants are your neighbors

There’s a good chance that somebody on your block, or in your office, or in the church pew in front of you, or in your bowling league is an immigrant.

The Pew Research Center says there are 45 million immigrants in the United States now. That’s about 14 percent of the population, about 1 of every 7 people.

Immigrants aren’t “other” people.

Immigrants are some of your neighbors and co-workers, immigrants are your doctor or the pilot on your next flight, immigrants bag your groceries and clean your house and teach your kids.

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

“Free market” at work

In the last 10 years Wal-Mart has opened almost 1,500 new stores in the U. S., increasing its square footage of retail space by about 45 percent.

Wal-Mart sales are up 50 percent in the same period.

Wal-Mart execs forgot to hire more clerks and cashiers—the workforce has grown only 8 percent in the last decade.

Who do you think benefitted from the 50 percent increase in sales?

What do you think happened to customer service at Wal-Mart in the past 10 years?

Yup, it’s the “free market” at work.

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Friday, November 20, 2015

Be a saver

I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately. To my dismay, I find that much of it I don’t like much.

I’m reacting to phrases and images in poems that seem to miss the mark in their entirety, but whose elements—in context, and, it seems, in isolation—are memorable.

Billy Collins wrote “This Much I Do Remember” and captured a number of prettily-done images from the kind of moment that pops in our awareness from time to time….the poet may be able to make it last, and may be able to share it with a willing reader….

The notion of a “…random still life…” appeals to me, a tableau not contrived, perhaps a transient convergence of objects and ambiance.

His image of “…a darkness behind the eyes…” is an expansive adaptation of the dimensions of meaning in familiar words brought together in an unfamiliar vision.

He creates another treasure with “…the small coin of the moment…”

I want to save these threads of romance in poetry, these small coins of the currency of language that delights me and offers delight to anyone.

Read Collins’ whole text here on the website "A Year Of Being Here"

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Thursday, November 19, 2015

Keeping track of time

North American time zones were established 132 years ago by the big American and Canadian railroad companies that decided they could no longer keep track of the different local times observed in every town on their transcontinental routes.

The four time zones we have today—Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific—were created on November 18, 1883,with roughly their current boundaries by arbitrary action of the railroads. Almost immediately there was widespread adoption of the new time conventions.

Dotted lines are 1883 time zone boundaries

Previously, almost every town in America followed the ancient custom of establishing 12:00 pm at the time that the sun was at its highest in the sky. The railroads had the incredibly confusing task of publishing train schedules that tried to keep track of every locally designated arrival and departure time on every route.

In the early stages of railroad travel the problem wasn’t really acute, because trains moved relatively slowly. As speeds increased, the number of towns on a typical day-trip route increased, thus greatly complicating the preparation and publication of train schedules, and frustrating the highly publicized efforts of railroads to “run on time.” Moreover, a traveler faced the unprecedented challenge of covering enough distance in a short time to make it obligatory to adjust his timepiece repeatedly.

The four time zones were universally recognized but they weren’t officially endorsed by the federal government until 1918, when Congress put the administration of time zones under the control of the Interstate Commerce Commission.

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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Moby-Dick and stuff....

Moby-Dick and stuff....

I know whale tales aren’t for everyone.

If you’re still with me, you might be interested to know that Herman Melville’s iconic whale story was first published 164 years ago in London, then, a month later, in New York.

The original title is Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. Melville actually went to sea in the crew of a whaling vessel, and based his novel in part on a real sperm whale named Mocha Dick, known to South Pacific sailors in the 1840s.

During his lifetime Melville was briefly well-known for some of his South Pacific stories, such as Typee, but he was obscure during the last 30 years of his life. He earned only $1,200 or so from the sale of about 3,200 copies of Moby-Dick, which was out of print when he died in 1891.

A first edition of the book can easily be secured today if you have $37,500 (plus $6.35 shipping) to spend.

Melville wrote in a variety of genres, again, not for all tastes. I’m a big fan of Moby-Dick, and I’m also an advocate for Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street. Nothing of the South Pacific here. The circumstances of this desiccated short story are curious, even eccentric, incredulous. The withered and aloof Bartleby is presented, examined and disdained, until his very dispirited isolation makes him the object of the narrator's genuine but increasingly troubled caretaking. Read more here.

And don’t overlook Billy Budd, Sailor. It’s a searing morality play.

You may be surprised to know that Melville also wrote poetry. One critic has somewhat ponderously suggested that Moby-Dick is filled with Melville’s incipient poetry. I certainly believe that a story can contain a poem, in any defensible sense of those two words. I’m not ready to think of Ahab and Ishmael and the whale as characters in a longish poem.

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Book review: An Anthology of the New England Poets

Book review: An Anthology of the New England Poets From Colonial Times to the Present Day
Edited by Louis Untermeyer, New York: Random House, 1948

A handy and hearty sampling of the work of nearly 35 American poets, collectively spanning about 340 years. For the beginning student of American poetry, this is a heady introduction.

The big names are included, of course: Frost, Longfellow, Millay, Dickinson, Thoreau, Holmes, Whittier, Emerson.

The other selected poets offer a variety of voices and sensitivities and styles.

Untermeyer does first-class service as editor, with his rich biographical sketches of each poet and a reference framework of his/her times. For my taste, the sketches of many of the poets were more informative and appealing than their works.

Untermeyer doesn’t presume to rate the poets. He offers a well-informed understanding of the evolution and expression of poetry among New England writers.

Here’s a morsel:

“I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
      By a chance bond together,
   Dangling this way and that…”

From “I Am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied” by Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), written in 1841

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Jill Lepore on political polls

Jill Lepore is a Harvard history professor who writes sensibly and knowledgeably about everything she writes about. (She’s been a New Yorker staff writer for 10 years).

Recently Lepore took a stab at describing the squalid reality of public opinion polling and political polling.

Take the time to read the whole piece here:

A blog-size summary won’t do her piece justice. It suffices to repeat this excerpt:
“As these and other critics have demonstrated again and again, a sizable number of people polled either know nothing about the matters those polls purport to measure or hold no opinion about them.”
And this one:
“ ‘The first question a pollster should ask,’ the sociologist Leo Bogart advised in 1972, is “Have you thought about this at all? Do you have an opinion?” ’ ”

There’s also the technical problem, which Lepore mentions: response rates to modern polling are down below 10 per cent. Thus, no poll results represent a legitimate sample of any group of people, and, thus, no poll results can be statistically validated within an error range, and, thus, no one can say with any realistic confidence what the poll results actually mean. Period.

I managed market research and opinion surveys for more than 35 years. I understand too well that pollsters today are furiously cooking the results to pretend that they have surveyed a representative sample.

The survey results that are reported now for public consumption are garbage. Period.

Don’t bother participating the next time you get a call asking for your opinion. Your answers are going to be french-fried by the pollster before the report is published. Whatever you might say really doesn’t matter a whole lot.

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Sunday, November 15, 2015



“I pray you’re not the devil.”

Fears run skeltering through me,
thoughts come rushing, must I burn with blushing?

“Please don’t make me get out of the car.”

You bought my pies, I started when your smile
drew my gaze up to your eyes,
one quick breath—

“I’m….     I….”

I was the girl with the bonnet. Your fingers touched my hand,
your words were horizons, I felt the cymbal in my heart,
my breast pressed full inside my apron

“Don’t hurt me. Take me with you.”

I cannot think, I had no plan,
no impulse to resist your smile,
it beckoned me to cross a line,
it tore the thin cloak that pinned my arms
and wrapped my life

“I will be your woman.”

….I don’t know what those words mean.
Look at me.
I see a stranger in my body, a new spirit says my name,
new words boil in my brain,
this sudden dream jolts, this shaking….
I will not risk losing this chance to live,
I will not wait for another smile
to fill blank spaces in my life,
I will not wait until I have to say ‘I could have but I didn’t….’

“I will not be a girl with a bonnet.”

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

“Then, turn, my feet…”

My poem, “It’s my move,” was published on the Whispers poetry website:

It’s my move

Swing, my arms. Whirl me.
Touch my world, fingers. Make me feel.
Run, my legs. Move me.
   Take me somewhere.
See, my eyes. Yearn, my heart.
   Tempt me. Test me. Snare me.
      Make me content.
Then, turn, my feet. Take me home,
   but take a new road.

(Previously published in The Australia Times Poetry Magazine, October 2015 -- It's My Move)

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Poetry and such….

Whispers is a poetry website that offers quite a range of poetic talent and styles, check it out here:

The editor, Karen O’Leary, has accepted a few of my poems for publication:

A couple months ago I offered these couplets for a monthly exercise featured on Whispers:

Holding hands, we drift to dreams and easy sleep,
our touching is a grace of love, this long embrace is ours to keep. 

First Words
He’s in full voice, it fills the ear,
the sounds of love are what we hear.

I’m not sure if there’s something on the Whispers website for every taste, but I imagine it reflects many expressions of contemporary poetry.

I’ll mention a personal quibble with the haiku poets who don’t follow any obvious pattern of phrasing and syllable count and word count, although I’m quite willing to accept different strokes for different folks.

I choose to strictly follow the “traditional” haiku constraints of three lines with 5-7-5 syllable counts—I think that choosing to write in the minimalist haiku genre implies a readiness to adopt the pattern that creates a frame of reference and a stylistic discipline for this poetic style. I suggest that a collection of very short poem-like phrases with no common elements, and with seemingly random line lengths and word counts, and with obscurely disjoint words, is indeed a collection of very short poem-like phrases, but not a style.

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Book review: An Indigenous Peoples’ History of the United States

Book review: An Indigenous Peoples’ History of the United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz, Boston: Beacon Press, 2014

This is a book about the history of the United States, and the concurrent histories of the indigenous peoples who lived in North America before there was a “United States.” Surely you already know, deeply or vaguely, that these are violent histories of conflict, betrayal and subjugation.

Full disclosure: this is not an easy book. If you are an American historian or a student of American history, you should read it. Don’t expect to enjoy it. Dunbar-Ortiz frankly admits that she had “grave misgivings” about her mandate to “write accessibly so it would engage multiple audiences.”  She uses the word “genocide” a half dozen times in the first few pages, and repeatedly thereafter, and this sets a tone for the entire book.

Here are selected chapter sub-headings—they’re not a representative sample, but they are illustrative:
  • White Supremacy and Class
  • Roots of Genocide
  • Settler-Parasites Create the Virginia Colony
  • Career Building Through Genocide
  • The Genocidal Army of the West
  • Greed is Good
  • North America is a Crime Scene
Dunbar-Ortiz concludes by endorsing a Native American historian’s observation that “…while living persons are not responsible for what their ancestors did, they are responsible for the society they live in, which is a product of that past.” The author argues for “honoring the treaties…restoring all sacred sites, starting with the Black Hills and including most federally held parks…[restoring] all stolen sacred items and body parts…payment of sufficient reparations for the reconstruction and expansion of Native nations.”

That is a conclusion of historic proportions that engages multiple audiences. Dunbar-Ortiz had grave misgivings before she wrote this book. I think many readers will feel the same.

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2015 All rights reserved.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

It’s not in the cards

We’d save a lot of time and money—and put a dent in global disappointments—if we would just stop trying to predict the future.

I’m not talking about refusing to claim that the sun will rise in the east next Tuesday.

I’m not talking about the meteorologist who forecasts that it will rain in the Chicago area in the next six hours.

I’m not talking about the guy who says “My wife isn’t going to like this one bit.”

I’m not talking about treating worsening global climate change as a life-threatening certainty.

I’m talking about predicting a bear market on Wall Street. I’m talking about the jabbering about who’s going to be the Republican presidential nominee. I’m talking about experts who insist on predicting next month’s employment figures.

It’s just not possible to forecast a contingent future event with any precision. Too many variables. 
Too many unknowables.

A few years ago Philip Tetlock (Expert Political Judgment, 2005) analyzed 82,361 predictions offered by 284 acclaimed “experts” in various fields, including journalism, economics and political science.

His findings: about 15 percent of the events classified as “no way” actually happened, and roughly 27 percent of the “oh yeah, bet on it” events somehow didn’t become reality. In a New York Times book review, Tetlock was quoted saying these “experts” did about as well as “a dart-throwing chimp.” I’ll rub it in by mentioning that the chimps will work for bananas.

Most of the “experts” who forecast next month’s national employment numbers get it wrong every single month.

Why do we keep paying attention to them?

Why do we keep paying the “experts” to make wrong guesses about the future?

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