Kayakcident

Come boating with us,
 tomorrow, she implored
 I, by my nature, am not a water baby, but
 decide I need to stretch my spontaneity
 Ever cautious and wanting to sleep on it
   by morning I call to say: sounds like a grand idea!

 I am instructed to bring a swim suit,
  attire I have not worn in years

  Digging through a drawer, I find
 an old black bikini botto
 and supplement it with
a black, French-cut brassiere
 I’ve found that nobody’s the wiser,
  if you omit informing them.

 As I drive in I see that
 my friends Bob and Angie have\
a well-built vintage 19 foot wood boat,
  and Angie’s little 9 foot blue kayak
 attached tightly to the boat trailer
  Glorious hot day in the nineties
  Refreshing cool breeze on the Lewis River

  which is for the most part calm,

 smooth as an empty dinner platter
  except for the occasional level 1-2 rapids

 Angie paddles along, exploring the bank                       
 at her own pace, as Bob throws out a fish line
 and casually trolls for a bite Bob and I chat
 about politics and the economy
 We slide easily through a length of rapids

                        thinking nothing of it

  Then Angie offers me the kayak
and the adventuress in me burbles: Yes!
   I should interject here and now:
 First time in a kayak!
 The first rapids go by okay as I get
   my sea legs, by the second I am
   almost cocky

   It’s the third set, which increase to level 4
 that are hell-bent on humbling me and indeed they do!
  The consensus is that the wood boat

 will take the lead, as the water bucks high
 about the time they struggle with a whirlpool
    and holler: Back paddle!    which I was trying to do
 The kayak slams into the larger boat,
 pulled down in the swirling cool water
  my eyes open, it is crystalline and refreshing, 
holding my breath instinctively,
 there is no gasping or fear 
I simply propel myself up and
  grab a big root ball

 The kayak, wedged into the root ball
 is clearly stuck

 Angie yells at me to swim away
 or the whirlpool will pull me down
 The kayak paddle on one wrist
 big straw hat in other hand 
I   kick, mightily
as the current sweeps me like a buoyant
leaf, downstream

 Kicking for all I am worth
 I cover a football field’s length diagonally,
 before my feet find the rocky bottom
 So exhausted and grateful
 for the loaned life vest
 understanding in a heartbeat
how people’s lives are swallowed by rivers

   Wading back to the island
    I rejoin my friends 
who are ready to abandon their kayak
 saying: It is too dangerous
 to retrieve
 I hear myself say: We can at least try!
 We try lassoing it, to no avail
 Then a hero happens along
 and wrestles it off the root ball

 Joining him on the opposite shore,

 Bob gives the man $50 bucks
We notice he could use it
 to replace his inflatable kayak that punctured
 during the rescue

  As we make our way back home
  both Angie and Bob say:
You should have back-paddled!
  I hold my piece, thinking:
  Good Lord, it was my first time in
  a kayak! I was barely getting the hang
  of paddling forward!
  I do feel responsible and
  fork over my $50 emergency fund
   to Bob to make amends
  Angie says: I hope this doesn’t ruin
  kayaking for you in the future.
  I assure her that it will not
 all the while thinking fondly of  my bicycle…

-summer 2011 

Review of: Steinbeck in Vietnam edited by Thomas E. Barden, 190 pages.

Steinbeck was a war correspondent from Pearl Harbor
to Vietnam. He risked his life to be where the action was.
This was an enlightening book, with a thought provoking
 format; a collection of Steinbeck's essays for Newsday,
 a Harry F. Guggenheim publication, a series of columns
 written in letter form. The title was,  "Letters to Alicia."
(Guggenheim's deceased wife)
The engaging format of personal letters make the stories
personal and real.
John Steinbeck's career was in its twilight years. He was 64.
He would leave this world two years later. This was a testimony
to how much he cared about his fellow human beings and how
much he believed a peaceful co-existence was possible
Because of his writing themes the US government would
not let him serve in the military. From their perspective,
he was considered "subversive." Truly, if you read the
body of his work, you will see that he supported human rights
 and freedom.
In this series of articles you may get the feeling that he
supports the military. In some respects, he did, but not
because he believed in war, but that he loved America.
Both of John Steinbeck's sons served in Vietnam; John Jr.
and Thom.
This book gave me a whole other view of the Vietnam war,
which I thought I knew a lot about having been married to
a Vietnam vet for a decade. For anyone who has been there
or had a loved one there, this book sheds some additional
light. I highly recommend it. It is, indeed, a valuable piece
of our history.

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Review of: Steinbeck, A Life in Letters

edited by Elaine Steinbeck & Robert Wallsten

"In sixty years I've left a lot of tracks." This John Steinbeck
 said just six years before his death. His method of warming up
to write each day was letter writing and what a gift to the world!
This tome, and it is a tome, is 848 pages. It is a sampling of over
5.000 letters Steinbeck wrote during his life.
For me, it was better than an autobiography could have been because
it illustrated his relationships with the people in his life.
And I think it is more factual than a memoir could be,, because the
letters were written in Steinbeck's present time.
And I believe since letters are prima facie evidence,  no biographer
(without the use of them) could have captured the character of
John Steinbeck as a writer or as a man, better.
Elaine was Steinbeck's third and final wife. She was his companion
the longest-eighteen years. He said that he was happiest with her, so
she probably knew him best.
Robert Wallsten was a long time friend of both the Steinbecks.
The letters are John Steinbeck unplugged, unedited, being himself
on paper, writing about the writer he was becoming, became and his
thoughts on life, which are very much reflected in his 29 novels and
plays.
If you're a John Steinbeck enthusiast, as I am, you know he earned
both the Pulitzer and Nobel prizes for his writing. He was not only
one of our greatest American writers, he was internationally acclaimed
and never left our soil until after he was already famous.
I write this today before returning the book to the library. I plan to
own a copy when opportunity presents itself.
I highly recommend Steinbeck, a Life in Letters. It is not only a
valuable piece of treasured Americana, but a valuable piece of
world history.

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P.S. I am back! I have been re-writing a novel this summer; The Legend of Brady Madden.
by R.M. Knight. Look for it on ebook in the fall.

Review of: Burning Bright by John Steinbeck

Burning Bright by John Steinbeck was written just before

East of Eden . He titled it: Burning Bright, A Play in Story Form

Burning Bright reminds me of a medieval morality play which 

weighs and measures what is important in the end, which is ultimately

love. 

Steinbeck divided BB into three acts- The Circus, The Farm and The 

Sea. There were only four characters- the husband, the father (sperm

donor) the mother and the friend. 

The friend he named Friend Ed (his dear friend Ed Rickets was killed

in a train accident a couple years prior) was the pivotal advisor who 

supports the mother, Mordeen and teaches the husband, Joe Saul how 

 to feel about their child, fathered by Victor because Joe was sterile.

When Joe Saul rejects Mordeen for her adultery to give him a child,

Friend Ed tells him: "It's so easy to give-only great men have the 

courage and the courtesy and, yes, the generosity to receive." 

This gem of wisdom turns the tide of Joe Saul's soul and he accepts

and embraces his wife and her gift to him his child.

Steinbeck dedicated Burning Bright to his new love, Elaine, who 

was bringing her ex-husband's child into his life. Did that

in part, help inspire this story?

Steinbeck's title is also significant in that he was about to write 

what he considered his most important book; East of Eden and he

was feeling at full "burning bright" power both personally and 

professionally. Note: Some of this insight was gleaned from the 

reading of Steinbeck, A Life in Letters.

Burning Bright was also produced as a play in New York.

Burning Bright is another short (93 pages) insightful Steinbeck

novel, which I enjoyed very much. It is available at local libraries.

raintreepoet, reporting.

Review: The Wayward Bus

The Wayward Bus by John Steinbeck is a novel that
features Character Character Character more than Location
Location Location mainly because the primary location of
the action is a portable public conveyance-a bus.
Juan, the driver, delusioned by his religious symbol telling
him to flee his marriage agrees to the trip for all the wrong
reasons.
Alice, Juan's drunk wife, who runs the eatery attached to Juan's
garage and who harbors her own jealous fantasies regarding her
 coarsely handsome husband stays behind to get morbidly drunk.
Camille, a blonde beautiful traveler, who is a stripper pretending
to be a dental nurse because she is Everyman's fantasy and is strong
enough to simultaneously play them and resent them.
"Pimples," Juan's homely, bad skinned assistant who wants Camille, but
eventually tries to force himself on Norma ,Alice's runaway waitress,
who is headed to Los Angeles to find Clark Gable, her fantasy man
and/or a happier way of life, but Norma has acquired some sense of
self-esteem through the new mask Camille helped her apply, so she
fights him off.
Then there are the Pritchards, CEO, spoiled wife and angry college-
aged daughter Mildred, who are slumming on this bus on their way
to a Mexican vacation because the dad is curious about the common
people. Of course the Pritchards are entitled and quite put out by the
inconvenience of the bus getting stuck and his corporate wife loses
her cool and lets loose a revealing tirade that embarrasses Mildred
and forces her to take off on a walk. Steinbeck throws in a traveling
salesman/war vet to enrich the stew.
The Wayward Bus is all good fun on the shallowest level kind of like
the Jerry Springer Show, however, Steinbeck digs deeper into the characters
much like Chaucer did in "Canterbury Tales" and The Wayward Bus
ends up provocative/thought-provoking as Juan comes to and returns
to organize a digging out of the mud and righting the bus and continuing
on their journey.
There are so many more facets to John Steinbeck's work than I formerly
was aware of. I am really enjoying this reading adventure. The Wayward
Bus is riveting! I borrowed my copy from the local library.

Raintreepoet, reporting.

To a God Unknown

Grief strikes sometimes deeper than tears.
Joseph Wayne comes to believe that a mighty oak tree on his land is inhabited
by the spirit of his father.
When he invites his brothers to settle near him he has no idea that one brother, a
religiously zealous Christian will decide that Joseph's "worship" of this tree
is a pagan sin.
Not only does he move his family away, when Joseph refuses to follow his more
traditional beliefs, but he plans the destruction of the tree, as well.

This rich allegorical story took five long years for Steinbeck to get it how he wanted
it. It was not one of his most popular novels, but I think it could take the prize for the
most philosophically deep. I enjoyed it tremendously as I think perhaps most English
majors would...perhaps religious studies majors, too.
 To a God Unknown has rich well crafted settings and intricate character portraiture,
Steinbeck's main strengths aside from dang good storytelling.

raintreepoet, reporting.

Mind Manifests!

If  changing your mindset changes your reality
(I believe it does) then I nominate "This Land is
Your Land" for national anthem.
I have thought for a very long time how "The
Star Spangled Banner" rattles the drums of war.
If we want PEACE and brother/sisterhood, we
must sing the words of peace for songs are like
prayers and words manifest.
The Star Spangled Banner can remain a glorified
part of our history when war/violence was necessary
to our freedom, but to evolve we must find more
peaceful, diplomatic paths.
Take another look at the lyrics and see what you
think. Can you agree with me? Please write and
let me know.

This Land is Your Land by Woody Guthrie

This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I went walking that ribbon of highway
And I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me

I roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
All around me a voice was a-sounding
This land was made for you and me

There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
Sign was painted, said "private property"
But on the back side it didn't say nothing
This land was made for you and me

When the sun come shining, then I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

The Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key

Oh say can you see,
By the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed,
At the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched,
Were so gallantly streaming.

And thy rocket's red glare,
Thy bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through thee night,
That our flag was still there.

Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

P.S. If Woody's words are just too much for you, perhaps "America, the Beautiful?"

raintreepoet. June 2016