Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Poem: The Earth Is In Motion

By Jack Brummet

The mountain is the youngest child

Of heaven and earth,

Striving ever upward

 

And simultaneously tumbling down,

Like the five volcanoes

That surround me.
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David Stevenson's amazing paintings

By Mona Goldwater, Seattle Metro Ed.

Jack's friend/former co-worker David Stevenson has an wonderful blog on blogspot. The blog is fine, but you're going to gaze at his stunning paintings. Go now; you will not regret this. Jack showed these paintings to me today. I am a convert!  Click here to jump to some painting gorgeousity. . .

David Stevenson's Creamer And Figs - click to enlarge
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

A caricature of Betty Jones Brummet

By Jack Brummet

My mom--Betty Jones Brummet--is turning 90 years old this week.

This image is a caricature an artist drew of her when she was on a weekend pass from The Marines during World War II (about 1944).

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Churchill addresses troops in the Roman amphitheatre at Carthage, Tunisia

By Jack Brummet, WW II Ed.

Prime Minister Winston Churchill addresses British troops in the old Roman amphitheatre at Carthage, Tunisia, on June 1st, 1943.  

Used by permission of the British Imperial War Museums, © IWM (NA 3255).




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Faces No. 532 — The clinic waiting room

By Jack Brummet

click to enlarge
[24" x 24" surplus muslin hospital wrapper with pencil and Sharpie™]
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Poem: Bercilak de Hautdesert a/k/a The Green Knight

By Jack Brummet



You walk the hall of broken mirrors
Upon the walls of which are hung
The skulls of those who walked before you.

Grey light pools
On the floor in the distance.
A green knight walks toward you,

A battle-axe in one hand
And a branch of holly in the other.
Bercilak de Hautdesert asks if you want to play a game.

He strops the axe on his green leather pants.
The Green Knight asks you to roshambo.
"You first," he says.

You take the axe and swing. The helmet flies off
And smashes against a stone wall.
The head tumbles down the hallway.

The Green Knight picks up the head
And tells you to meet him
At the Green Chapel New Year's morning

Where he will deal his exchange blow.
The Green Knight's head chuckles
As he slips away.

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Sunday, August 11, 2013

Poem: How he lived

By Jack Brummet



If he steps back
The whole machine

Wheels past in a blur.
Some nights he jettisons

What is left of his soul
Out into the void

And it dog-paddles back.
He's been it for too many turns.
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Saturday, August 10, 2013

Old friends Willie Nelson and Jimmy Carter discuss the White House rooftop marijuana incident

By Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Ed.


An article/interview with two of my favorite people, from Entertainment Weekly, almost ten years ago. At the end, they hilariously discuss an incident which at the time was pretty controversial. . .

The Prez sits in on harp

Old friends


On the porch




By Chris Willman | Dec 03, 2004


"That was one of the things that Willie 
and I never did discuss much. But I 
don't think there's  much doubt. . ." 

Willie Nelson has sung ''Georgia on My Mind'' for former president Jimmy Carter many times — first, on the campaign trail in 1976, and as recently as the 2002 ceremony in Oslo where Carter was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. He serenades his ''favorite president ever'' again on Dec. 4's CMT Homecoming: President Carter in Plains special, filmed in Carter's still-minuscule Georgia hometown, where EW caught up with the former farm boys and occasional jogging partners.

The Bush girls claim their dad is down with OutKast. But in '76, it was radical for a candidate to quote Dylan. Did you feel like you were doing something dangerous, aligning yourself with countercultural characters like him and Willie?

CARTER I think that was one of the reasons I won, because I did align myself with characters like these, who were admired by hundreds of millions around the world.... I think as much as any performer who has ever lived, Willie has had an intimate and natural relationship with working people.... When I was in trouble in the White House or needed to be alone, just to relax — I'm a fly fisherman, and I would tie flies in my study, where Truman used to work, while Willie Nelson's songs played on the hi-fi.... So all the good things I did or, of course, all the mistakes I've made, you could kind of blame half that on Willie.

Willie, you're political in some ways, stumping for Kucinich this year, but apolitical in others; you haven't sung the antiwar song you wrote for him in concert.

NELSON I think it's important we have a change in the direction our country is going, but I sing to Democrats and Republicans every night. I don't want to do or say anything that's going to make half my audience get up and leave the building.... I look at it like my job is to bring people together, singing ''Amazing Grace'' [at the end of a show].

Willie's book said he smoked pot on the White House roof. Mr. President, what did you know and when did you know it?

CARTER I would guess that Willie and my sons knew a lot more about that than I did. That was one of the things that Willie and I never did discuss much. But I don't think there's much doubt that there was—

NELSON Actually, short-term memory — I don't remember a lot that happened then.

CARTER [Both laughing] Yeah, my memory's kind of short on that subject, too.
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Foiled again: allthisisthat.com is not available, or, not dirt-cheap

By Mona, Jack, and Pablo, Eds. 

The All This Is That URL is owned by a link farm, with an ad for Bounty paper towels on the front page. We can still use allthisisthat.net if we're eally inclined to have our own domain.

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Thunder and lightning in Seattle

By Jack Brummet


Midnight, Friday:  What a great lightning storm tonightfrom giant balls to hydra-limbed bolts raining down, and sometimes looking like they were shooting up*from*, and not to, earth [1]. The lightning dances across the sky and I hear the muffled, slow-rolling thunder circle in the clouds overhead, and I'm swallowed up in the soft percussion of the warm falling rain.

[1] Someone just told me that lightning goes both up AND down.
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