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Aug.28.2009
Doing 60, 90, 120…ignoring or liberally interpreting the yellow “RIGHT LANE ENDS, MERGE NOW” sign, the driver of a white pick up truck scattering gravel in the break down lane passed us and cut us off, the raised bumper inches from ours, the dual exhaust rumbling.  I was captaining our station...
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Aug.27.2009
What’s wrong with the current system? Gross inefficiency, redundancy of services (generally lowering overall quality because the added programs lack adequate proficiency and don’t significantly improve access), irrational deployment of resources (i.e. too many specialists and too few primary care...
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Aug.26.2009
I won’t lie and say the moment was transformative.  I’d always had compassion for my patients, even the less sympathetic ones.  On my psychiatry rotation, I received a tongue lashing from my resident for being disorganized–spending extra time with the retired subway driver who’d attempted suicide...
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Aug.25.2009
Daniel Haller, Julius Mackie, William Powlis—these three men saved my life.  I was 25 and in my final year of medical school.  I’d had a nagging cough for several months and my friends urged me off and on to get a chest X-ray, check it out, though they half laughed when they told me.  No one, I...
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Aug.24.2009
Eileen “I was driving my son to a birthday party this afternoon and he said, “Mom, I am sorry I did not feel like working around the house this morning”. I said, “Welcome to adulthood”. He said, “Wait one minute, that has nothing to do with adulthood”. And, I said, “Yes, you are right. It has to...
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Aug.23.2009
Eileen “My comment is unpolitical, David, but so far, I am fortunate to have decent dialect with my son about what he is going through at 13. Also, we pray from our souls every night and count our blessings so I hope and think he is getting spiritual grounding. I am too tired at night to...
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Aug.22.2009
Eileen “I think one of the reasons for practicing arts is to extend oneself beyond oneself (not that I have been successful at doing so).” Absolutely. Since art is creation, and artists are the creators, it’s a little like playing God, except on a tiny and very humble scale, and only in their...
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Aug.20.2009
Repression is killing us.  The refusal to have meaningful dialogue about what really matters.  Politics, sex, religion?  All of these should be on the menu for discussion at the dinner table, part of our communion with the people to whom we are presumably closest, those with whom we break bread. ...
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Aug.20.2009
Eileen “I agree. Does an actor portray his real life – not usually. If we are to believe he does, I think that is childish.” Acting is a terrific analogy. A good writer, just like a good actor, tries to “get inside” the characters he or she is hoping to portray. When I write a poem and can say “I”...
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Aug.19.2009
As my recent posts would suggest, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s o.k. to write poetry in the first person about experiences one hasn’t had, even knowing that such poems defy convention and that one’s audience might mistakenly believe such verse to be autobiographical. I think such defiance...
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Aug.18.2009
receiver
E. J. Barnes “It’s easier to get away with fiction in poetry if it’s clearly science-fiction, fantasy, or set in a historic period. I’m reminded of a story published some years ago called “The Man Who Planted Trees”. It got turned into a half-hour “short” animated film. It was just such a...
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Aug.17.2009
Rubber
E. J. Barnes “You have done nothing more than run afoul of one of the conventions of the form in which you choose to tell your stories. Yet “‘Cuda” would not nearly be so affecting as a short story, let alone a film.”  Thanks for your remarks. You’re right: it is all about convention, and...
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Aug.16.2009
Pedal and Root
As my last post intimated strongly, the poem ‘Cuda is a lie, or more accurately an ensemble (pack) of lies.  I didn’t live in envy of the college bound, nor work in a steel mill.  My brother didn’t either, and he didn’t race a souped-up hot rod or suffer a paralyzing injury.  In fact, I don’t even...
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Aug.12.2009
This is my first blog post, but I'll begin in medias res--on the road, as it were, into new artistic terrain... A few days ago, I uploaded my first video to Youtube, a simple slideshow movie** utilizing mostly public domain images, either as found or after I’d manipulated them.    The provocation...
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