Robert Frost's Birthday

 This from the All Poetry Facebook page:

 

 "Today we wish a happy birthday to Robert Frost, who was born on this day in 1874. Which one of his poems is your favorite? To celebrate his poetry and his life, we challenge you to write a poem in his signature style. If you're stuck, use your favorite Frost poem as inspiration."

 

March 27, 2021 

 

"... when a man’s desires are large and powerful they can knock out his deliberation."

Aristotle

 

 

     Remembering James.

The mountain is steep and so very high.

“To the summit!” My mortal voice does cry.

Haloed in clouds and mist of rainbow shade

but heavy legs of lead have me waylaid.

 

My heart does often yearn for lofty views

away up there atop God’s rock hewn pews.

To fill my shallow lungs with wind born air 

in places where the mythic raptors dare.

 

Yet stand I here, still at pinnacle’s boot

daunted by the wonder of mountain root.

So though upward may my ambition soar,

I tarry here on a grassy floor. 

 

Photo by Allan DiBiase

 

 

 

Not Rocket Science

 

March 24^th, 2021

 

Another week. Another mass shooting with an assault rifle. It is clear we will never be able to preserve and defend the United States’ Constitution with an individual’s “right” to own an assault weapon regardless of age, criminal background, or mental fitness.

 

Aristotle said   “…a spur-of-the-moment choice has to be based on character.” Yet we repeatedly arm those of questionable character with weapons of mass destruction. And when they spontaneously commit heinous acts, we say it is not the time to have the talk. This is a specious argument when these attacks happen on an on-going basis.

 

Now it is the time. Anyone saying otherwise is defending his or her own prurient self-interest.

 

No one should own one of these weapons without a complete background check which would constitute a waiting period.

 

No one under the age of 30 should own them.

 

Private owners must be licensed, bonded, and insured. Any unjustified death or destruction resulting from the use or misuse of a privately owned weapon is the liability of the insured.

 

That would constitute the definition of “well regulated.”

 

High capacity clips must be banned, as should any substance or chemical which has the sole purpose of killing as many human beings in as short amount of time as possible.

 

The Constitution of The United States is not a license to kill.

Happy March, Happy Spring!

 The trees are blooming along with the daffodils here in Greenville, North Carolina. Today I may be able to make an appointment to get my vaccine to prevent COVID-19. Hope springs eternal they say. Here is today's rant.

There is a lot of talk about censorship and free speech lately. When speech incites violence, it is no longer free. Language is a tool. The written and spoken word is used to communicate thoughts, ideas, art, love…and even hate. When our words inspire destructive impulses, especially in groups or masses of people who would never behave in such a manner on their own, then society is in danger of disintegrating into chaos.

 

The story of a shovel is one I would use to illustrate my point...

 

So, a shovel is a tool designed, manufactured, and used for the purpose of digging, of moving soil, sand, or aggregate one scoop at a time from one place to another. When a person uses that shovel as intended, but the end result is the undermining of a foundation to a building, we would examine the wisdom of the person wielding the shovel. There may be severe consequences to their destructive act. Whether it is through malice, or neglect, or ignorance, gravity will not discriminate. Should a person be shown continually and with full fore knowledge to undermine the foundations of structures with that shovel, they could be charged, tried, and convicted of wrongdoing, and their right to bear and keep shovels may be suspended for a time. However, should a person use that same tool for a purpose not intended, say to bash in the skulls of other human beings, that person would be restrained, and the shovel immediately taken away so they could no longer murder people. In any case, it would not matter why a person would want to destroy buildings or bash in skulls. We may even understand their motivations. We may even agree with their point of view. Yet those who support the destruction of property and death of fellow citizens are hopefully few and not representative of society as a whole.

 

Face Book, Twitter and the rest are also tools. These tools are designed and maintained to make their owners and operators very, very rich. They are not media companies falling under the jurisdiction of journalistic ethics. Yet they have witnessed their products used to threaten society in such a way so as to undermine the very foundations of democracy. They are obligated to take action, not out of any altruistic motivation, but by sound business sense. They realize that the destruction of their user base is not good for business. In essence, they are regulating themselves. Are they bowing to pressure? You bet. Market pressure. The majority is speaking. A majority which is no longer silent.

 

What I would say to those wielding the "Free Speech" tool is use your shovel wisely lest you be buried under the rubble of your own hubris.

 

Half the Picture

 Two sides to a coin but we can only see one at a time. Still, we know another side is there.

 

Half the picture is more deceiving. We often are not aware we are only seeing a portion of the story. Therefore judgment may be skewed and ultimately unjustly harsh.

 

Half the picture

 In our information age diligence is not always due, but forgone in order to get what we think the story is about out in front of the populace for instant assessment. 

 

Many, many good people are being hurt by this while those with ill will may profit.

Full picture

Journalism 101. Corroborate your source. Give your readers the full picture. 

 

And if you can be anything...yes...Be Kind. But also...

Be responsible.

What the common man craves is to live an honorable life.

 

This came to me last night as I was nodding off to sleep. The “Honor” I seek is not that which can be denoted by awards or even recognition, but through a reckoning that I have kept my word, and my faith to the ideals I hold to be dear and necessary for not only myself, but for all to thrive.

 

It becomes increasingly more difficult to say I am living honorably if I continue to deny there is inequity and injustice in the world by turning an indifferent eye to my privilege and the struggle of others. This is what saying “Black Lives Matter” means to me. It means I have left my comfort zone of living with the spoils of imperial colonization and genocide to acknowledge, with as much grace as I can, the worth and value of all people. Especially those who have suffered the most at the hands of those looking and sounding exactly like me.

 

Saying Black Live Matter doesn’t imply they matter more than anyone else’s does. It is not a way of establishing hierarchy.  Quite the opposite. It eliminates the notion that top down listing of whose life is more valuable than any another based on race is fair. A system which by no means is a just and humane way for society to progress. 

 

For a long time I dug into that inescapable corner. Feeling attacked in a way, feeling directly blamed for atrocities committed long before my parents were born. My reticence to flip the script was in and of itself, a symbol of my complicity in a system rigged to favor me to the detriment of others on the bases of skin color.

 

I feel I have been liberated since turning my gaze inward and recognizing my own chain. I have freed myself form the yoke of misconception. With this liberation comes great pain. For I turn to face a mass of people with whom I have shared this planet all my life. Some of whom are my family and once considered me a friend. With still other friends who have always bonded with me and have not changed their opinion of me I see every stage and step of their struggle to live honorably in a dishonorable world.

 

History is fraught with blood and brutality. The present and future are ours to influence. I choose not to ignore my responsibility to that gift. To quote something I came to a long time ago:

 

“Responsibility starts with saying you are cause in the matter. 

 

Responsibility is not burden, fault, praise, blame credit, shame, or guilt. In responsibility, there is no evaluation of good or bad, right or wrong. There is simply what’s so, and your stand.

 

Being responsible starts with the willingness to deal with a situation from the point of view that you are the generator of what you do, what you have and what you are. That is not the truth. It is a place to stand.

 

No one can make you responsible, nor can you impose responsibility on another. It is a grace you give yourself—an empowering context that leaves you with a say in the matter of life.”

 

Though I have always supported and defended the cause for social, moral, and ethical justice, I will admit to being at first taken aback by protests of the national anthem when they began. In those heady moments, I was forced to open my heart, and embrace my own demons with a compassionate and critical eye. Though I may have come late to the practice of speaking my mind and making it clear to all my thoughts and feelings about what needs to happen in order for us to join and move forward, I am no longer on the sidelines of this, the longest and greatest battle we will ever face. It is a battle we cannot afford to lose. It is a battle which will not be won with bloodshed. A clear indicator of failure will be just that.

 

It pains and puzzles me to hear young people accuse those such as myself openly joining this cause of “jumping on the bandwagon.” As if the many millions and millions supporting change in the name of racial justice are only now interested because it has become “trendy.” It would almost seem as if they are creating a hierarchy of who is a better patriot. That the cancel culture is cancelling the very thing they wish to cultivate. It is disturbing to see tactics used by those who oppose what we fight employed by those who believe in justice. My question for all who think along such lines:

 

Is there no way to dismantle systemic racism without creating and installing a new one?

 

Or to put it simply: How do we defeat the racists without becoming them?

 

Thank you for taking the time to read thus far.

 

Love and Peace to all.

Moses P. Cobb

 

I have been a tourist in many NYPD Precincts. I saw this monument to a fellow who hailed from the next big town south and west of Greenville, which is Kinston, North Carolina. The plaque reads:

Patrolman Moses P. Cobb. 1856-1926

Moses P. Cobb was the first African-American to serve a full career as a police officer in new York City.

Born into slavery in Kinston, North Carolina, he walked all the way to New York City in search of a better life. In 1892, Cobb joined the City of Brooklyn Police Department, six years before the consolidation of New York City. He was assigned to the 153rd Precinct in Brooklyn's 9th Ward, an area now covered by the 77th Precinct. Cobb patrolled the streets for 25 years, becoming a highly decorated police officer and a trail blazer for racial equality.