Collins Gulf

From a day hike at Collins Gulf, on the Cumberland Plateau; a gorgeous Tennessee winter day, not a soul in site for 4 1/2 hours, with the Collins river and the tributary creeks up on the sides of the gulf all full of water from recent rains. Some verse written along the way:

The laurel hums the beauty
The water sings the praise
The gulf sits quiet, undaunted
Humility from countless days.

The cypress like Pentecostals,
Arms thrown, to the skies
Branches broken, blown aside
No pity, no queries why.

The moss, it kneels in silence
Mute, but, shouting glory
The river runs white and heedless
Its path long trod and hoary.

Day to day still pours forth speech,
Boulder, and winter smell of pine,
The precipice weeps, the limestone laughs,
And all for joy, for--joy.

--LCC, originally posted December 2015

1492: A Bad Poem for a Bad Day

Columbus sailed the ocean blue
     in fourteen ninety-two
and all the natives he did screw
    and tortured not a few.

For gold and God and Jesus too
    took slaves and then withdrew;
came back with ships and yet more crew
    and had a barbecue.

They burned the natives and they sliced
    and stabbed and chopped and diced;
they stole the land and raped for tryst
    and crucified my Christ.

--LCC, Columbus Day, 2017

Images from the work of Theodor de Bry, who illustrated the work of Bartolomé de Las Casas. Las Casas, according to historian Howard Zinn, is "the chief source--and, on many matters the only source--of information about what happened on the islands after Columbus came.... as a young priest [he] participated in the conquest of Cuba. For a time he owned a plantation on which Indian slaves worked, but he gave that up and became a vehement critic of Spanish cruelty" (Zinn, A People's History of the United States, 5).  

 

President Trump in my Home State of Alabama: Special

President Trump in my Home State of Alabama: Special

I feel special again. Donald Trump did a big speech down in Alabama. A really great speech. Thousands of people came out. He talked about political stuff: something about how bad unions are; about building a wall, out of concrete; and something about sons of bitches who won’t stand up for the national anthem. And he said had he lost the election, that he might have moved to Alabama.

And he said Alabama is a special place. That he loves Alabama.

And all the sudden I felt special again, warm all deep down inside.