anger management

the steam-pot, the jammed valve, live free or die
I can't seem to get my hand on the handle
of whatever crank I was meant to turn
when we cut down the tree in front of 0ur house
we worried about the squirrels and the birds
but it turns out the sun shine brighter than
before and the squirrels and the birds will have
find a new branch to squat on
what makes that mean is what they feel
and what we felt but no longer do
a little relief at getting what you want
when you expected less and forgetfulness
sweet sweet sweet
and mr squirrel and missis bird on the
bar b q

vox clamantis in deserto

OK, forget the hype.
No wilderness here, just the regular rant.
People don't listen to me, what people?
Rant, perchance reflect.



This is the motto of my alma mater
but it comes from somewhere else
maybe the bible -- right,
(Matthew 3.3, Mark 1.3, Luke 3.4, John 1.23)
but more famously
from a poem by John Gower
a good friend of Chaucer's
written in the 14th century.

The poem is about the Peasant's
Uprising in England in 1381
in which Gower supported the nobility.
The voice crying was John the Baptist's
allegorically.
The rabble and their leaders, later slaughtered,
represented the wilderness.
Wat Taylor, Jack Straw, John Ball.