partsofspeaking

Some random observations: 1. The Olympics opening ceremony has set off a stir with some kind of drag queen tableau seeming to parody da Vinci's painting The Last Supper . Lots of people are angry and offended. Well, it's the French. That's a flippant remark, but would we really expect respect for religious iconography from them? Or respect for much of anything except their language and food?  To be honest, though, da Vinci's sort of had the depiction wrong anyway.  The disciples and Christ would not have sat at a table with a white cloth in a perfect geometrical arrangement, on only one side.  Update, 8/3/24: The artist in charge of the design said it was based on another painting depicting the gods on Mt. Olympus.  Whatever. It was still vulgar and inappropriate.  Of course, Facebook has lots of opinions. One lady posted something from a pastor who tried to put a good face on it, saying we should understand and have compassion on those who would do this because they ar

               I am thinking a lot about Scotland lately.             I have been there, I am pleased and proud to say. In1997. That is a long story in itself, not for here, but all I can say is I felt perfectly at home. One could argue I had no right to; it wasn’t my home or my country and I’d never been there before. No matter. I belonged.             Scotland has been in my thoughts for several reasons. First, I am working on a long essay, which might turn into a book, about my response to JD Vance’s Hillbilly Elegy.   In that book, Vance seems to have an obsession about the Scots Irish, which, as that unimpeachable source Wikipedia states, can be identified as:     The Ulster Scots people are an ethnic group [6] [7] [8] [9] descended largely from Scottish and English settlers who moved to the north of Ireland during the 17th century. [10] [11] [12] There is an Ulster Scots dialect of the Scots language . Found mostly in the province of Ulst

  I started this a week or so ago.     It was a sparkling morning. After weeks of dryness with browned grass and wilted flowers, two periods of heavy rain yesterday covered the thirsty trees and shrubs with drops that caught the emerging sunshine that 7 a.m.   Everything looked and felt refreshed and new. The air, damp and promising dense humidity and heat later on, still had a coolness and slight breeze that reminded me the Georgia heat does lead to autumn breathability.   Crepe myrtles. How I love those. Are they shrubs, or trees, or are there variations of both? Who invented them? How did they come to surround us in July in the East? They do not look natural, really, because they are so orderly. The oaks and pines around here, and even maples, are arbitrary in their placement and size. The crepe myrtles stand on display where humans wanted them; borders to property, landscaping, along picturesque roads. I remember thousands of them in coastal Virginia on the way to the bridge th

Conspiracy stories rampant! We have three choices: laugh at them (and thus add to our cynicism), immerse ourselves in them (and thus add to our anger), or consider them distractions and wait for the truth to come out over time.  The 24/7 news cycle has to be fed; as I've often said, in the absence of information (and the information people want), things get made up or at least embellished wildly.  For some of us, we just wait for the next thing to stoke our need for distraction.   Traveling friend and I drove two hours to Murphy, NC, to visit an amazing place, the John C. Campbell Folk School.  I want to read about it some more before I post anything of depth, but I will say this: the folks that work there were hospitable and kind and excited about what they do, and that means a great deal. I interviewed some of them for my podcast.  Shout out! Also drove through beautiful north Georgia and Western North Carolina, stopped for peaches at Mercier's Orchard in Blue Ridge (second s

Former President Trump shot at a rally.  Republican Convention.  J. D. Vance surprise VP pick.  A massive Internet outage. President Biden drops out of the race.  Kamala Harris becomes (maybe) the Dem nominee, what a match up.  Sheesh.  The pundit types have exploding heads.

 On Saturdays I do book events this summer. Today I will be at a market from 9-1 and at Barnes and Noble in Chattanooga from 2-4. I am writing this on Friday night after watching a good bit of the Republican National Convention and other news coverage, listening to many political podcasts, and thinking a lot.  Things I know:  1. President Biden needs to drop out of the race, and if he had done it earlier, he and his people could have controlled the narrative and made it seem like he was resigning from the race for the good of the country and party. Now that is too late; he just looks like an angry, deluded, and ill old man who can't or won't accept reality.  2. The media is not to be trusted in their portrayal of Donald Trump. I am not saying he is innocent of a lot of serious things, including disregarding the constitution, just that he is not what they present him as and they get away with the misrepresentation. The fascist narcissist is apparently a really human and generous

It has been ten days since I posted last. The absence has been due to three reasons, in ascending order.  1. A friend and I took a trip to Clintwood, VA. This is not an auspicious place, but a good one.  It is the county seat of Virginia's "baby" county, which means it was the last one to be created in the late 1800s by take parts of two adjacent counties in Southwestern Virginia on the Kentucky border.  We took the trip because it is the setting of my latest novel and I wanted to visit it. The Director of Jonnie B. Deel Librarian, Kim Rose, probably wondered why this random woman from Georgia was calling her abut having a book event in July, but she set up a wonderful time. I met the ladies who run the Dickenson County Historical Society and they gave us a tour of their archives, and it is a labor of love.  We also stopped at my grandmother's home place and the "Natural Tunnel State Park," and I got to see how much the little town I visited as a child in th

We sang this song yesterday and it was quite worshipful--no applause afterward.  Many say that worship songs today are not meaningful, but I disagree. Some are, some aren't. This one is. Recency of being published does not make a hymn good or bad. There are many old ones we do not know about because, I suppose, they did not resonate, and even worship songs have their fashions.  But all that is argumentative and somewhat negative, so listen and read.  Sometimes my posts border on the "wise guy," but not today and yesterday.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjB0mkj0XaM How I long to breathe the air of Heaven Where pain is gone and mercy fills the streets To look upon the One who bled to save me And walk with Him for all eternity   There will be a day when all will bow before Him There will be a day when death will be no more Standing face to face with He who died and rose again Holy, holy is the Lord   And every prayer we prayed in desperation The songs of faith we sang thr

14  And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son [ d ] from the Father, full of grace and truth. 15  (John bore witness about him, and cried out, “This was he of whom I said, ‘He who comes after me ranks before me, because he was before me.’”) 16  For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. 17  For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. (John 1:14-17).  We may not get much grace from other people, and some people seem bent on not granting any grace, probably because they feel stronger when others are weaker.   But from God we get "grace upon grace." How much grace is that, anyway?  The Bible Reference.com website states:  The ultimate expression of God's love for mankind is grace. Grace is best described as being given what you do not deserve. This is different from mercy, which means not getting what you do deserve, such as punishment. The Greek phrasing c

  I have to admit, I laughed at this. The audacity. Trump is definitely entertaining. Wildly immoral and generally incompetent (not because he's incapable, but because his North Star is himself, his ego, his power) , but entertaining. I have heard him compared to Nebuchadnezzar, in the sense that God used someone like Neb despite his paganism and Neb eventually humbled himself before God. I think that's an insult to Neb.  Now I'm being a wise guy, and the one thing the world could use less of is wise guys.  Don't worry folks; not an endorsement of Joe. Update July 21: Joe cannot be endorsed any more. Perhaps he can rest now.

The big debate now is over the debate and its aftermath. Should Biden step down, who should take his place, what should the party do. I am no Democrat but they are in a pickle if they want to win. I am also no supporter of Trump so I sort of see it from the outside. In both cases the real problem is two old egotistical men, neither capable of wise leadership. Reports say Biden is pretty active from 10-4 everyday. Good grief. So who's running the show? And then the Supreme Court decision on immunity. I read the decision. All these people telling us what it says should just say, "read it for yourself." It's written pretty plainly, overall. They basically just bought Trump some time before the election by sending the consideration of the real charges back to the District Court. They did not say he was immune from everything. So that's the first point: widespread misinformation. However....it did seem like a broad interpretation of presidential powers. This is an old

 Today is the mid-point day of the year. That is both sad (where did the time go, and how much of it was spent on nonsense and fixation about politics?) and encouraging.  This is a good day to recalibrate. I did so by not succumbing to the temptation to watch "shorts," throwing away a rich desert, and reading some poetry. I will recommend the poetry of Rachel Landrum Crumble, a poet in my writers' group, and of Cynthia Robinson Young. Their backgrounds are different, but they write from a place of wisdom, which I really think is necessary in a poet (well, anyone who purports to put out writing for others). I read two Twitter posts and that will do.  Social media has become such a swamp. I had a book event Saturday, an hour away. A bit of a waste of time, but some value; I return to the Rabbit Valley market in Ringgold this week. I am thankful for anyone who buys and reads my work. Those who read the free stuff, maybe a little less thankful!!! (Kind of kidding, not really)