Wednesday, April 17, 2013

All Things Bright and Beautiful (Cecil Frances Alexander, 1818-1895)


All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.


"The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate;
He made them High and lowly
He ordered their estate."

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.


The purple headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.


The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one:

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.


The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.


He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,

The Lord God made them all.

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The past few days have been horrendous--the Boston Marathon bombings and ricin incidents have shocked and dismayed us.

I thought we could use a little sentimentality.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Fake Memoirs About Childhood Sexual Abuse (Complete with Graphic Details)



I'm all for Indie books, but, the thing is, it is true that such books are not vetted for content.

So one can expect uneven quality. I can accept that; it's fairly easy to wade through Amazon's "Look Inside" feature and book reviews; most of the the time, I am not disappointed by what I select for my reading pleasure.

In fact, I have discovered some gems, wonderful books that make me wonder where the New York agents, editors, and publishers are hiding.

And one of my worst reads was a traditional publication that had been praised by Time Magazine; it was awful, poorly written and edited, disorganized, and egocentric (the writer was supposed to be telling someone else's story but kept inserting herself in the narrative), but that's another issue...

Still, for the most part, traditional publishers vet their books and weed out the truly awful. Most of them would not want to be associated with books depicting graphic details of sexual assaults against children when such gritty details are the main focus of the memoir.

Traditional editors seem to ask their memoirists to walk a fine line between detailed descriptions and moderation. Also, bonafide memoirs about childhood sexual abuse also offer some insight into how the abuse has impacted the adult writer's life. While some descriptions may be graphic, the memoir as a whole is not.

Moreover, it's the psychological and physical impact of the sexual abuse that's important--detailed descriptions in a memoir are less so.

Many Indie memoirs seem to walk this fine line just fine.

But there are some evil (at worst) and misguided (at best) opportunists out there who are writing "Fake Sexual Abuse Memoirs," filled with ugly details and few or no insights.

I got snookered by one of these rotten books.

Believing it was a real memoir, I downloaded it and read it, hoping that the author would eventually offer some insights, but that never happened. It offered page after page of "events" but no real understanding of them.

I was going to post my Amazon review of the specific book here, but I have no wish to give this asshat any more publicity. Still, I would like to offer some tips for avoiding and dealing with such books:
1. The author adds a "warning," such as: "Adult language and graphic content. Not suitable for children." Not all books with this kind of label are fake memoirs, but it could be a sign that you might be downloading one of these graphic books. I suspect that such warnings could be a "code" by and for pedophiles.

2. Don't be fooled by stellar reviews; these books often have 4 and 5 star ratings. I suspect that some of these may have been posted by child predators, others by clueless and/or immature readers. You would do well to read the 1-3 star reviews as well and really consider what they are saying. In fact, you should do this for any book you are considering purchasing.

3. Read ALL of the "Inside the Book" feature before buying and downloading. If the sample doesn't offer some insights and/or ring true, then it's unlikely the rest of the book will.

4. Read the book description. However, in my case, that would not have helped because the description itself was deceptive, promising some insights into the signs of child sexual abuse, when, in fact, it did not.

5. If you have snagged one of these dogs, don't be afraid to write a negative review for it.

6. Don't be afraid to return such books to Amazon, even if you have finished the book. I usually don't return books that I have read to the end, but this should be an exception, so back it went. From my drop-down menu, I gave my reason: "offensive content." As readers, we don't have to support these types of writers.
7. ADDED (17 April 2013): These fake memoir writers tend to write under fake names and take special care to cover their tracks. An alias in of itself is not necessarily a definitive sign of a fake memoir--there are many valid reasons to write a memoir under another name--but when added to other hinky details (numbers 1-4), it's a red flag.
I'm not sure what Amazon can do about such books; they seem to be hiding in plain sight, disguised as memoirs about childhood sexual abuse, but Amazon does not vet Indie books and they are not likely to start doing so.

So it's caveat emptor!

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Books Available on Kindle and in Paperback


Are You EVER Going to be Thin? (and other stories), 2nd edition

“Kindle and Fire”: A Short Story



Memoir Madness: Driven to Involuntary Commitment


The Trash Can of L.A.: A Reality Play
Jennifer Semple Siegel’s Amazon Page:
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Monday, March 11, 2013

So You Think You're A Poet (Marcus Bales)



Apollinaire, Gedicht aus den Calligrammes.
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So you think you’re a poet: you’re handsome enough
that your photograph gives you that look;
some publisher prints your unedited stuff
and calls it a postmodern book.

You dress for success in new prosperous clothes
and you flirt with the straights and the gays;
you read out your craftless expressions of prose
for the meager amount that it pays.

But free verse is not about poems at all –
it’s fronts, masquerades, and facades:
they print up whatever you happen to scrawl,
and the audience always applauds.

The audience always applauds, but those claps
aren’t judging poetic details;
performance is different from writing -- perhaps
you’re not good at poems, but sales.

It turns out the living’s in getting a job
to lecture kids younger than you:
to teach them to join in the free versing mob
then lecture yet younger kids, too.

You blurb and you lobby to win one good prize
so your books won’t remain on the shelf
while caressing your pupils with only your eyes --
and keep your old hands to yourself.

You’ve got to keep track of whose student is whose
as you blurb and you blurb and you blurb
it takes only one fragile ego to bruise
and your hunger is kicked to the curb.

The prizes are out there, so don’t relax yet
lobby and blurb for that call --
keep prosing and posing, and never forget
the poems don’t matter at all.

So you think you’re a poet, still handsome enough
that your photograph still has a look;
and publishers still print unedited stuff,
but now the prize makes it a book.

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Not much is known about Marcus Bales, except he lives and works in Cleveland, Ohio, and his poems have not been published in The New Yorker or The Atlantic.

Poem is copyright and all rights reserved by Marcus Bales and has been published with permission.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Sordid Scene (Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, a.k.a. as the Earl of Lytton, 1831-1891)


Pale
Thro' the thick vagueness of the vaprous night,
From the dark alley, with a clouded light,
Two rheumy, melancholy lampions flare.
They are the eyes of the Police.
In there,
Down the dark archway, thro' the greasy door,
Passionately pushing past the three or four
Complacent constables that cluster'd round
A costermonger*, in gutter found
Incapably, but combatively, drunk,
The woman hurried. Thro' the doorway slunk
A peaky pinch'd-up child with frighten'd face,
Important witness in some murder case
About to come before the magistrate
To-morrow.
Misery.
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*Costermonger = seller of fruit on the street

Note: Is it any wonder that a contest involving purple prose is named in the good Earl's honor?

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Chimney Sweeper (William Blake, 1757-1827)

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry "'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
So your chimneys I sweep and in soot I sleep.

There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said,
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

And so he was quiet, and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black;

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins and set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run,
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags and our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm;
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

_________________________
From Songs of Innocence, 1789

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