Saturday, March 19, 2016

Women's Right to Choose, Christ's Untrap Law of Love

This is a sonnet dedicated to all the women who have sacrificed their lives and died giving themselves an illegal abortion. They made a decision to choose to take possession of their souls and bodies regardless of the punishing culture's wicked laws denying them safe healthcare with a medical doctor. God truly has granted 10 commandments and Christ said all are encompassed in the first two commandments:

1)Love God with all your heart, soul, mind, strength (the joy of the Lord is your strength)
2)Love your neighbor as yourself.

God does NOT contravene His own word. Anyone who kills a doctor who gives an abortion or attempts to kill the doctor is contravening God's commandment to LOVE and forgive. That is murder. God does not condone murder because that is not loving. Such individuals cannot lie and say they are doing God's will. They are doing man's will. Pro-lifers are being used by conservatives to obtain power for the conservative wealthy. There is nothing Christian about such politically conservative arguments. In fact they go against God's scriptures and the conservatives have been blaspheming the Holy Spirit and lying on His word.

If a woman decides to abort, that is between her and God. She has free will and is an independent person. Exodus 21: 22-23.  The scripture makes it clear that a dependent life (fetus) is not the same as an independent life. If they were the same, all the women who do not carry their children to term, but who have lost their children through natural abortions (for example ectopic pregnancy), deserve to be tried for murdering their fetus. Either the woman and fetus are separate independent beings, or one is an independent being and one is a dependent being.  Exodus 21: 22-23 clearly indicates the fetus is dependent and the mother's life is independent of it. That is why according to that scripture, if a man causes a pregnant woman to miscarry and the child dies, he is fined, but only if the woman lives. If he causes her to miscarry and she dies with the fetus, then he is charged with murder.

Because you're born a woman you are trapped
Inside a female body. You're oppressed
By those who hate. Your power they would sap
To dominate what God has truly blessed.
The patriarchy spirit is a lie
That masquerades as truth, a fearful threat.
It harms and maims and kills those who would try
To overthrow its legion of regrets. 
Conservatives, mountebanks-quotidian whores,
These hypocrites use "Christian" politics.
In shadows they belie Christ is the door.
They practice not His love, but devilish tricks.
Women's souls are free, their choices, rights,
That Christ has granted with His sacrifice.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

The Soul of Alzheimer's


Photo courtesy of Science Alert










Fury braced the soul cannot take rest.
Bound in bitterness it does retreat
Within a world of woe and great distress
And sorrows which the mind cannot defeat.
And like a ship that crashed upon a reef
Wave battered, smashed and torn til nothing's left
The mind does lose its sanctity through grief.
What of health and wholeness? All's bereft.
While doctors search for answers chemical
And soberly discuss the neuron clumps
The soul's a ghost an empty shell, a hull,
Abyss-lost, disappeared, a black hole dump.
Oh God! Have mercy on this darkened state.
Dear God! Shine love and light upon this fate.


Sunday, January 4, 2015

Edgar Allan Poe, the Mysteries of the World Writ Large


1849 "Annie" daguerrotype of Poe courtesy of site
 Edgar Allan Poe married his cousin Virginia Clemm when she was 13 and he was 27; the dichotomy was legion-his experience to her youthful and naive innocence. Whether her immune system was weakened from the stresses of the marriage and Poe's rumored philanderings which devastated her, Virginia Eliza Clemm contracted tuberculosis and withered for 5 years until she died. On her deathbed, she accused the woman with whom Poe allegedly had an affair as being indirectly responsible for her death. Poe never forgave himself and was wracked by guilt, though he attempted to expiate this through his writings and poems like Annabel Lee, The Raven and others.

The stress and burden of this guilt as well as the anxiety of attempting to make a successful writing career for himself and potentially effect a marriage with various women eventually consumed him along with alcoholic binges and mysterious illnesses. He was found lying in a Baltimore gutter delirious and under great duress. Poe was transported to Washington Medical College where he died four days later. His cause of death was occluded; the truth has yet to materialize. Indeed, the mysteries that he had confronted during his lifetime brought him to an early and lonely end. To this day, his death is steeped in speculation and one author has posited that Poe was a diabetic and was in a diabetic coma when he was found. Along with his brilliant unparalleled poems, criticisms, novels and short stories, this mystery infuses his ethos as romantic and adds to the mystique of one of the grandest and most globally beloved American writers.

The mysteries of the world writ large
Upon your soul as deep as darkness' sea.
Your prescient being over wrought and charged
With quantifying consciousness. To free
Your loving cousin to communicate
In ethers, time warps stretching toward the stars,
Bending spirits within altered states,
You'd bring her close to you who was so far.
The gulf of death you crossed; scorned mortal shores.
Alone upon the waves of time and light
You drove your words and thoughts and hope restored
Continued through life's hellish days and nights.
And then your soul's cruel wanderings did cease.
Joined with your love eternal in Christ's peace.


Saturday, January 3, 2015

Mike Nichols, In Memoriam


Mike Nichols in later years. Courtesy of website.
I remember Mike Nichols and Elaine May as a kid. They were a hysterical, witty, vibrant comedy team. I missed Nichols' Barefoot in the Park on Broadway, his first outing. The production helped to put Robert Redford on the map and was the first of his truly innovative and memorable collaborations with Neil Simon. I saw Catch-22, years later and appreciated its sardonic humor and great acting. After his prior two film successes (see the next sentences), critics were unkind to Catch-22, though it holds up to time, especially in the currency of our government's war travesties. But it was Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf and The Graduate that put Nichols on the map as an incredible film director. The rest is nearly one success after another with What Planet Are You From? (yes he probably did it as a favor), as perhaps the only really dire exception. I have seen most of his films and much of his most recent work on Broadway, including his fabulous Death of a Salesman. He never lost his humor, genius, humanity and quiet wisdom in all of his work; if he did, he fooled us.

I had the opportunity to speak to Nichols at a performance of Betrayal which he directed. I was compelled as if by ordination to go over to him and repeatedly state, "God Bless you for your work and what you have contributed." If I sounded like an idiot stating that he had "made a difference" in my life and I was so appreciative for it, I don't care. It was an unction that I am glad took over me. I saw him again at a performance of Richard III with Mark Rylance or was it Twelfth Night? It was right after Philip Seymour Hoffman died. Mark Rylance spoke and there was a moment of silence for Hoffman, and it was just awful. Nichols was obviously suffering as were all in the theatre and film community. Then, I did not feel compelled to speak to him again, though as we walked out of the theater we glanced into each other's eyes. He, I am sure, did NOT recognize me as "the woman who said he made a difference in her life." I am sure he received such compliments so often, he filtered them into his vast storage capacity of memory as he charged ahead to his next project. I was glad that I told him what I did, however effusively "infantile."

Nichols! He was an amazing talent and genius who sparked us to life and made us forget the monsters we were...for an hour or two or three as we laughed at his comedies (The Birdcage), or cried/mourned/grieved for ourselves (Death of a Salesman). He made his art look easy and reminded us of what could be accomplished, despite economic woes and the grumblings of the profit-hungry about barely breaking even. Nichols your value is beyond measure. Thanks for the truth and hope and energy of self. We're better for your having been in the world.


Of platinum character and brilliant mind
You forged a path no one but you could make:
Courageous artistry one-of-a-kind,
A determined will no studio could break.
Elucidating themes of life for us
Reflecting hope, highlighting human flaws
With wisdom, clarity, acumen's trust.
Your films and plays and works? You gave us pause.
Your legacy's a beacon: we turn away
From vapid, puerile, soulless media fare
That Philistines present; the empty arts-
Are lacking substance, draining truth and care.
Your spiritual gifts and talents do inspire
Us to rekindle ancient drama's fires.    

Monday, December 29, 2014

Philip Seymour Hoffman: In Memoriam


Philip Seymour Hoffman (courtesy of this site)
















You traveled to the depths of our despair,
And mined the gold of human tragedy.
Cloaked your being with our traits, prepared
Such complex characters, in empathy.
Unique, unparalleled and fearless too,
You searched your soul for evil and disgrace,
Immersed, inhabited that hellish truth,
Translated it; in you we saw our face.
Through you we saw, we're all the same within.
Black hearts, dark holes of boundless emptiness
Unrequited vacuum, self-hate's "sin,"
The endless pain, the horror, the distress.
With heavenly artistry you touched our souls.
May joyous spiritual grace now make you whole.

PSH speaking at the 92nd Street Y about the film Capote.













Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Robin Williams, In Memoriam


Robin Williams Photo from site









 


Genius! Brilliant light your star shines through
The dark, beyond the pain that filled your life,
Shines your humor, shines your joyful truths.
Though revelations of your inner strife
Would shout their victory laughing at your core,
And mock all those you helped and raised in hope,
No matter! Spiritual tidings do restore
Your total self, of limitless breadth and scope.
We honor all you are and all you gave,
To make us laugh and lift us far above
Our cares and griefs.Your comic gifts did save
Us from ourselves. A gift of God's pure love.
Your consciousness more clear now as you see
Your great fulfilling purpose. From us you're free.







Monday, June 23, 2014

Gore Vidal: Revisited

L to R: Gore Vidal, Kurt Vonnegut, Norman Mailer: trenchant literary voices.

Since Gore Vidal's death in 2012 and my publication of the sonnet in remembrance, Nicholas Wrathall has completed his documentary, Gore Vidal: The United States of Amnesia. It has appeared at the Tribeca Film Festival 2013 and it has screened throughout the country. I interviewed Nicholas Wrathall about the making of the film. I am not ashamed to say I fawned over the director who spent so much time with Vidal and made an important documentary which mentors us; it reveals a thinking American patriot in operation during his lifetime and shows how he critically examined American history and the American political system. I loved the documentary which I reviewed for Blogcritics (LINK).

The film captures the importance of Gore Vidal's contributions as an intellectual political thinker of the 20th and beginning 21st century. The anniversary of his death is coming up. I am reposting the sonnet, thrilled that the film is a living reminder of the greatness of the patrician who advocated for the "little people." It is a complete irony that Vidal is appearing on a site devoted to a Christian apologist's sonnets. On the other hand, the character of this professed atheist was more loving, heroic, brilliant and representative of Jesus than most religious politicos who profess Christianity and live like scribes, pharisees and hypocrites behind closed doors with hatred and malevolence in their hearts. Their faux Christianity ignores the Bible's "love of money is the root of all evil" ethic, as they place profits above people. Christianity to them is useful to gain votes and dupe the "stupid, unintellectual Christians who don't read or think." However, there is a scripture that states, "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven." If we rightly divide truth from a lie, we can see. Vidal could see; he was a prophet of the age. He transcended a brainwashed culture and defied labels and stereotypes as did Christ. He was intensely human and real. I am forever a fan. I truly think with his ironic sense of humor, it would probably bring a smile to his lips to see himself on this site. RIP Gore Vidal.

                                               Gore Vidal

Acerbic, vitriolic, searing words,
In you fermented, then poured out, a draught
Of wine. We sipped refreshed, the wisdom heard.
It quenched our ravaged souls and spirits wrought.
We culturally dispossessed? You raised us high.
Redeemed our history's worth with wit and grace,
And literary gifts none could decry.
Your genius ne'r could Truman* er' displace. 
Self-described emotionally cold were you
Patrician, righteous, prophet of the age,
To Buckley calumnious, to Mailer crude,
Tiresias: forthright, just, a humorous sage.
Your writings live, though Death choked off your time.
You lived a maverick's life, one of a kind.

*Truman Capote. Vidal and Capote often knifed each other's work or person with serrated sarcasm