Starpoet by Lisa Jain Thompson
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The StarPoet Newsletter
Vol. XII, No. XVII (April 24,  2011 C.E.)
StarPoet Newsletter by Lisa Jain Thompson
Passover week merging into Easter (both Western and Orthodox).  Peeps and chocolate bunnies all around!

Seven eighths Selene eases
Between the clouds
Midweek before Easter Sunday

Raise the roof beams!
Garland the young girls!

We shall feast and dance
Come sunrise

Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2011 C.E. 



kata Matthaion euangelion

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And when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint him. And very early in the morning the first day of the week, they came unto the sepulchre at the rising of the sun. And they said among themselves, Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulchre? And when they looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away: for it was very great. And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted. And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him. But go your way, tell his disciples and Peter that he goeth before you into Galilee: there shall ye see him, as he said unto you,
ta bit of sex

Blood on the Toilet Seat

Blood on the toilet seat,
Curses from the stall next over,
The meaning of life meets reality,
Biology intrudes.

Our high minded philosophies
Fall victim to our hubris,
In a four dimensional universe,
Physiology must be acknowledged.

Our day to day existence cannot escape
Our all too primate flesh,
While gender dances gaily in the moonlight,
Sex bleeds our humanity daily.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2011)

Tacitus Annals

15.44:

Consequently, to get rid of the report, Nero fastened the guilt and inflicted the most exquisite tortures on a class hated for their abominations, called Christians by the populace. Christus, from whom the name had its origin, suffered the extreme penalty during the reign of Tiberius at the hands of one of our procurators, Pontius Pilatus, and a most mischievous superstition, thus checked for the moment, again broke out not only in Judaea, the first source of the evil, but even in Rome, where all things hideous and shameful from every part of the world find their centre and become popular.

greek sicilian light menu


The Multi-Grain Mediteranean

Chicken Cacciatore,
Veal and Eggplant Parmigiana,
Fetatuccine Alfredo,
Spaghetti Marinara;

Chicken Spanaka,
Souvlaki or a Gyro,
Beef Kabob, Chicken Kabob,
Green peppers, tomatoes, and onions;

Chicken Marsala,
Lemon Garlic Tilapia,
Philadelphia Cheese Steak,
Italian Cold Cut Hoagie Sub;

New York Style Pizza,
Florentine, Vineyard, and Combo,
Calamari, Greek Salad, and Onion Rings,
Cheesecake, Tiramisu, and Baklava;

Dine-In, Take-Out, or Delivery,
Consuming raw or uncooked poultry,
Meat, seafood or eggs
May increase your risk of illnesses;

Delivery to selected areas,
Minimum purchase is required,
Prices subject to change without notice,
Please no personal checks.

Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2011)
commuting discriptive
Sikh Across the Aisle
There's a middle-aged Sikh sitting across from me
Reading up about Arabian philosophy,
A neatly dressed Muslim sits quietly down the aisle
Reciting the Qur'an to himself,
Farther up the car two young men pose sullenly
While the two women behind me compare idiot bosses;
At the next stop, a Marine boards the train,
Hiding in the open in tee shirt and shorts,
Followed by two Army guys and an Air Force pilot
And someone I am rather sure is Navy;
Ever alert, I can't identify any of them
As terrorists but statistically the odds are good
That at least one of them is gay,
Possibly two if the uniformed woman in back
Isn't wasting a great haircut.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2011)
I write it out in a verse--
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

W. B. Yeats, Easter Rising 1916

starpoet

Sooner or Later

Sooner or later we will get out of this funk,
Cover our navels and get on with it;
If we stay on earth, we die,
If we settle for our caves,
Our fine soft clothes and perfectly organic foods,
We will lose our claim to live on this planet:
Evolution will pass us by as it has many others
And choose some more cooperative species to represent
This world in the grand congregation of the universe.

- Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2011)

MacBride's death left Maud Gonne unmarried, and after visiting Ireland in early June to witness the aftermath of the Rising, Yeats spent the summer with Gonne in Normandy, France. The fact that he worked on "Easter, 1916" while trying to woo her creates audible erotic resonances in the poem.

... the poem's incantatory commemoration of the rebel leaders must have appealed to Gonne's passionately nationalist politics ...

The poem seems to express Yeats's anxiety that Gonne, like the leaders of the Easter Rising, might choose to sacrifice the erotic to the political. Back in Ireland with Lady Gregory, Yeats finally finished a draft of "Easter, 1916" on September 25, but Gonne was not taken with it. Her letter to Yeats begins, "My dear Willie, No I don't like your poem" (White 384). She was not willing, perhaps, to grant the ambivalent value that the poem attributes to sacrifice in general and to that of the Rising's leaders in particular.

Nathan Suhr-Sytsma, Yale University, Easter Rising 1916

allergies

Pistols, Molds, and Stamens

As I move inside to out,
The dust and mold spore allergens
That had been busy consticting my throat
Slowly surrender to the oak and aspen pollen
Assaulting my nose and eyes.

Spring: where the bad air indoors
Meets the even worse air outside.

Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2011)
                                               
the power of rome
Italian Women
All Italian women are beautiful,
It's in our genes,
At least that's how we've been raised,
And what we've been told;
Who are we to doubt what
Our fathers and mothers have taught us?
You got a problem with that?
-- You can always go date some
Thin lipped Northern European.
--- Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2011)

The Easter Rising (Irish: Éirí Amach na Cásca) was an insurrection staged in Ireland during Easter Week, 1916. The Rising was mounted by Irish republicans with the aims of ending British rule in Ireland and establishing the Irish Republic. It was the most significant uprising in Ireland since the rebellion of 1798.

The Rising was suppressed after seven days of fighting, and its leaders were court-martialled and executed, but it succeeded in bringing physical force republicanism back to the forefront of Irish politics. In the 1918 General Election to the British Parliament, republicans (then represented by the Sinn Féin party) won 73 seats out of 105 on a policy of abstentionism and Irish independence. This came less than two years after the Rising. In January 1919, the elected members of Sinn Féin who were not still in prison at the time, including survivors of the Rising, convened the First Dáil and established the Irish Republic. The British government refused to accept the legitimacy of the newly declared nation, precipitating the Irish War of Independence.

--Wikipedia

growing up
On The Corner

On the corner, down the block,
Waiting for the morning school bus,
The girls are bunched in multiple conversations
While pairs of boys straggle together in serious nonchalant;
Evolution continues the human experiment,
Boys and girls practice various roles and missions,
Looking for the exactly perfect character
That seems to fit them most best.

Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2011)
yes I did

Earworm

Earworm, earworm, eat my brain up now
I'm half crazy all for the sound of a song:

You loop in my brain when I sleep at night,
Filling each nook and synapse,
You're there in the morning when I awake,
You don't give me a moment silence;

Lady GaGa, Britney Spears,
It makes no difference who might sing,
The song goes on around and around
Like some Ceti Alphan Mind Eel.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2011)

Maud Gonne (Irish: Maud Nic Ghoinn), my partner Sharon's great aunt, was an English-born Irish revolutionary, feminist and actress, best remembered for her turbulent relationship with William Butler Yeats. Of Anglo-Irish stock and birth, she was won over to Irish nationalism by the plight of evicted people in the Land Wars and was an active revolutionary throughout the period that spanned the Easter Rising and the Irish War of Independence.

Maud was born at Tongham near Farnham, Surrey, as Edith Maud Gonne, the eldest daughter of Captain Thomas Gonne (1835-1886) of the 17th Lancers, whose ancestors hailed from Caithness in Gaelic Scotland, and his wife, Edith Frith Gonne, born Cook (1844-1871). After her mother died while Maud was still a child, her father sent her to a boarding school in France to be educated.

She was a founder of Sinn Féin. Her son Seán MacBride, the first chairman of Amnesty International, won the Nobel Prize for Peace in 1974.

The Gonnes (and Gaughans) run true to form (and occasionally The Tower).

-- Various Sources

science fiction

Straight Lines Crossing

I can draw a reasonably accurate line
From Twilight Zone through Outer Limits
To Star Treks and Stargates
Through Battlestar to Fringe
And a handful of others;
But all in all, except for those few,
Televised Science Fiction,
Such as it is,
Ain't nothing much to beam home about.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (April 2011)

for Walt, with love

One Voice

Another time, another place,
The music drifts down
From mountain top and rocky cliff
Through the hallow along the stream
To the highway and the world beyond,
A quick kept link to Father Shakespeare
And the melody of the English language,
The raucous harmony of Democracy
Forged sweet in our American voice,
Weaving true our ancient song,
Note by note in unison joined,
These times, these peoples, We sing,
Redwood forest to New York isle,
North and South and West and East,
One voice, one people, in Union blend,
Sisters and brothers and unmarried lovers,
Soldiers, Sailors and green carded drivers,
We, The Americans, stand.

— Lisa Jain Thompson  (April 2011)

The Irish Ghoinn is variously transliterated into English.

The name Gaughan is the reduced and anglicized form of the original Gaelic Gaoithin which comes from the westernmost Province of Connach, which includes the counties Galway, Leitrim, Mayo, Roscommon and Sligo.

Some of the common Irish versions are Ó Gaoithin (descendent of),  O’Gaughan (son of) and Gahan (descendent of O’Gaughan).

Gonne is an Anglo-Saxon derivation, based on the way the original Gaughan (Gaoithin ) name sounded to the English aristocratic ear. The final n is like ne with a semi-long e. Maud used that to act like a rebellious Irish woman with English sympathies.

Things like Gaughran or Gaughn are Ellis Island misspellings of the settled Gaughan (transliterated English) name.


-- Various Sources, including private conversations with Great Aunt Maud.

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