The others are out partying
Cruising in their urban assault vehicles
One night they shot chicks in the ass with a plastic dart gun
Outside the neighborhood convenience store
And a girl panicked and the police showed up
They told them to put their toys away and go to bed
After the bars closed but the night wasn’t done for them
But I stayed home in my apartment reading
That night I heard about, it was Blake
I was deep in the wailing and groaning mythic Giants
And Sunday afternoon I was explaining
An ethics paper I was working on to a girl I picked up Friday night
About love and state public policy, bussing and race
And she asked me how long it took me to write the poem I gave her
It didn’t last because, she said, I wasn’t in business and it was the ‘80’s
We’ve already made terms with living impoverished
And not being able to afford a lot of beers
But there are still ways to get into trouble
SACRIFICES OF A GRAD STUDENT
07 Apr 2021 Leave a comment
by davidfekete123 in Blog Tags: bars, beers, Blake, ethics, grad student, impoverished, partying, poem, poetry, police
WHAT MATTERS IN THE CHAMBERS OF MY HEART
19 May 2020 Leave a comment
by davidfekete123 in Blog Tags: bars, bass, church camp, deconstruction, duets, family, Jazz, life, meaning, money, poem, poetry, reflection, success, trumpet
I played my heart out one sunset flag lowering
Playing taps on trumpet at church camp
How I held that long, lingering note till my breath nearly ran out
It moved everybody—children surrounded me at chapel afterward
Moved me too, I felt it all, feel it still, I’m there, now—44 years later
I had played solo trumpet in filled concert halls
Been interviewed on radio about it
But that doesn’t hit me now
Like sunset, flag lowering, at church camp
I played trumpet duets that I’d composed
Before and after evening chapel at church camp
44 years ago, and it pleases me now to be there again
I played bass at a church Convention worship service
I see the drummer lean forward to look at me
After a drum solo to get in the groove again
I’m there, 5 years ago, even now
I played bass in packed bars, jazz clubs, hotel dance floors
Church Convention sits with me more pleasantly, now
Then there was Memorial Day at the family trailer campground
Mom and dad and children danced on the cement floor
Mom sang along with the ‘50’s Little Richard song
We played Monkees for a boy who saw them on Nickelodeon TV
And it sits with me like church, 33 years later
COVID-19 affords me much time, much occasion to reflect
Success deconstructs in reflecting over a life well-lived
It sits as a matter of what means to me
And meaning is not a matter of acclaim or money
Church and family camping echo pleasantly
Through the chambers of my heart
And sit well with me in reflections of COVID-19
ETHICS AND COVID-19
17 May 2020 Leave a comment
by davidfekete123 in Blog Tags: bars, COVID-19, ethics, malls, money, music, poem, poetry, reopening, verse, walks
I drove home today, after a long walk in the park,
Past the reopened bars, coffee shops, on Whyte Avenue
Observed the patrons seated at tables outside and inside in the darkness
During the past few months ethics were easy:
Stay home
That meant pass time, pass time well, at home:
Read good books, go on walks, play music, binge TV
My little money lasted longer
Now that I don’t have to stay home, is it enough
To pass time, pass time well, at home?
Why did I wander around shopping malls, eat breakfast at coffee shops, lose money at the
casino?
Crave more money.
I know why I went out to hear live music.
Maybe I will still shelter in place
Read good books, go on walks, play music.
I am not the same since COVID-19
Will not be the same.
We’ll see about binging TV, craving more money.
Well-Rounded and Alienation
11 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
by davidfekete123 in Blog Tags: Aristotle, bars, Castiglione, construction work, Emerson, intellectual, literature, Plato, poetry, science
In the renaissance period, the character ideal was to be well-rounded. The various character virtues a courtier was supposed to acquire were listed in Castigione’s “Book of the Courtier.” Among them were knowledge of the classical languages, aesthetic appreciation, musical proficiency, literary knowledge and practice, poetic ability, historical knowledge, philosophical knowledge and reasoning ability, wit and good manners, wrestling. In general, the liberal arts. Plato had another similar list of virtues in his “The Republic,” and Aristotle, also, in “The Nicomachean Ethics.”
Today, it is hard to figure out what character virtues western society values. Society has become so fragmented that it is impossible to discern what the twenty-first century person is to aspire to. Consequently, people tend to stay within the prescriptions of their career and family. Emerson decried this form of society. He said, “The priest becomes a form; the attorney, a statute book; the mechanic, a machine; the sailor, a rope of a ship” (The American Scholar).
I have tried to widen my horizons by becoming more of a renaissance man, a more well-rounded individual than someone defined by his profession, geographical region, and family relations. But I have found that by being well-rounded, I am rather alienated and that I don’t really fit in anywhere. In a bar, I sound too intellectual and like I’m putting on airs; in a university, I sound too raw and unrefined; in a church, too worldly and in my denomination, too interfaith oriented; in secular society, too spiritual; among intellectuals, too uninhibited; among scientists, too literary, etc . . . I like the character I have developed in my pilgrimage on this planet. My soul is rich from having lived a variety of lives–academic, spiritual, philosophical, construction worker, poet, minister, lover and friend, scientist. But for all this, I am not a dilettante. I have a strong enough background in a discipline which I practice. But I am not only my discipline. I am not a form, a statute book, a machine, a rope, a test-tube, a hammer, a library. I am a man. A happy man. A man with wide horizons. I do not mind that I don’t really fit into a narrow social box. When I was growing up I was taught to do your own thing. I have done that, continue to do that, and my world is many worlds.