Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Monday, January 23, 2017


Is your Big Government
bad as Big Oil or a 
big boy or big bully
pushing you into the locker
dark and confining where
all your whining echos back
bigly as your classmates 
pass by outside chattering
loudly about mindless text
or something red, white and
blue coming to you from
our sponsors or big orange
monsters bloviating bullshit
as brotherhood dwindles and
sisters are sequestered, confined
yet again by gold plated sin.
Big Oil trumps Big Government
or it is, big boys barely cognizant as
big pictures fall from the wall
you're still in the hall, in the
locker as the Doctor jiggles the
latch. Got a match?
Let's light this thing up
it's big and corrupt
break open the lockers
take out the stoppers
and get all abrupt, it's
what we do out here
we overcome fear.
             - d.o.  January 20, 2017

Monday, January 02, 2017

The New New Year Fear


Recall the Puritan progeny,
the god-blessed money tree?
Now all pretense of righteousness
gone up in smoke, emissions for
The Machine of very bad dreams.

The new calendar of your devices
says 2017, the scene is not serene
it's mean and it seems the angry fist
is shaking in your face otherwise, the
dark motorcade still passing bodies slumped
in even more doorways, under more
crumbling bridges, babies still in trash cans,
unnatural disasters mounting the screens
and he who would be king, gold plated,
phoney as a three dollar bill, fake and
on the take, holding court with the worst and
 your best interests in contempt, by the neck,
staked decks and a knockoff disaster sequel,
bloodful, dreadful, and yes, deplorable
spills off the screen into your scream.

Still the homeland shelters wait
only for the great and fate, but
we know where the hiding is,
we live out here after all
and for now.........we wait.

                             - d.o.  1/1/17

Saturday, November 14, 2015



We are not supposed
to take our lives
Right to Die
called suicide
but no problem
when the drilling starts
burning water, toxic air,
methane rising
and broken hearts.
It's for the Common Good
jobs and savings
regardless of your ravings
and, of course,
the doctor's call:
Your days are numbered.
No jobs and then......
that's all.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Montague Plain

The Montague Plain
drives some of us insane
not much to look at
blessed habitat
alluvial plain without
capital gain
green, serene
no infernal machine
and the pain of loss
will not be condoned.
This human cannot speak
for the land
only of the land
there is no rhyme
no sensible reason
takers looming
colonial concepts
own the water
scar the land
split the atoms!
Enough failed ideas
to fill a pipeline
one end to another
one that will not be
laid here, in this ground
as long as we stand here.

Sunday, January 04, 2015

Small Boys/Big Trees

Small boys, big trees
his short embrace barely reached
third the way round
the largest Sassafras ever
bark deep, soft, tawny
sweet tonic leaves
far above, he must wait
for one to fall, and in the wait
looking way aloft, top unseen
unknown into sky
summer clouds ships at sail
and Robins' song, gold
sunset moments painting
shadowed bark, the windows
the warm walls inside.

Inside looking out at
Autumn leaves and
the black squirrels fast
at play round and round
and much later, that awful day
storm torn soft Sassafras
and the men who came to
fix the tree, biggest they've
ever seen, too bad about
the top and the boy grew
and the tree grew ill and
watched him move away.

The boy still holds the biggest
tree in morning's rise or
setting Sun, both gone
both together. 

Saturday, July 05, 2014


I was going to begin this by describing a family in a cafe on Martha's Vineyard all seated together around a table, each concentrating on their own hand held device but then i recalled the man standing on a bluff at the Cape Cod National Seashore on a perfectly beautiful day under intense blue sky above the vast Atlantic reflecting the sky and the ever returning waves meeting The Great Beach that went for miles in either direction amidst the sound of the surf and the sea birds as he checked his messages or texted some far away acquaintance but that changed when I remembered the woman in the car coming up the hill as I drove down in the opposite direction and noticed her fender coming at me across the center line at the same moment I saw her focused on the device in her hand instead of on the road in front of her yet then I just thought of a photo I saw of five or six young teenage girls together on a sidewalk or mall somewhere each one of them staring intently into the device in each of their hands communicating with some other teenager perhaps somewhere else or worse right next to them but that brought to mind something else I can't recall at the moment so I thought I'd mention those people who take a call when you are in the middle of a seemingly private conversation though private conversation may seem a quaint phrase these days and I was still thinking of writing about it when I remembered the guy in the late model sedan in my rear view mirror weaving along behind me when he wasn't tailgating me with his arm out the window wildly gesticulating and himself floundering around in the driver's seat so much I feared he was having a ceasure but he was only having an animated conversation on his device, hopefully not in his other hand, as he drifted completely into the oncoming lane numerous times or nearly off the shoulder in our our own lane and appeared just briefly now and then to recall he was driving a car, driving a car too fast and without much conviction that I became concerned he would kill himself or worse me in the course of his conversation, or a few miles later after he had sped ahead of me using a shortcut, the woman on the old bicycle he must have blown bye at high speed on one side of the road or the other but as I came around the bend and saw her she perhaps never noticed the guy given that she was concentrating on the device in her hand, all very true but not what I was going to say because I apparently was distracted.....sorry.......

Thursday, October 31, 2013

After the End of the World

Predictions about the end of the world have come and gone for millennia and we all know how those turned out. This latest one concerning misreadings of the Mayan calendar got its legs from social networking and the media, but like so many others, when the date on the calendar passed……..nothing. Having said that, it seems way past time we seriously addressed the real end of the world: the Climate Crisis. Going back decades and longer, the world’s leading scientists (and more than a few activists like myself) have been sounding the alarm about humanity being on a collision course with the natural world. Way back in 1992, exactly two decades ago, The World Scientists’ Warning to Humanity  stated: “The earth is finite. Its ability to absorb wastes and destructive effluent is finite. Its ability to provide food and energy is finite. Its ability to provide for growing numbers of people is finite. And we are fast approaching many of the earth’s limits”. Then the Scientists’ Warning went on to say: “No more than one or a few decades remain before the chance to avert the threats we now confront will be lost and the prospects for humanity immeasurably diminished”.  That was two decades ago.
During the intervening years, in every avenue available to us, environmentalists and others have been sounding the alarm. When we launched The Enviro Show on Valley Free Radio in late 2005 we read from the World Scientists’ Warning on our very first show. Just this past summer we read those words again on this, the two decade anniversary of the Warning’s release. These days we have no shortage of warnings concerning the Climate Crisis. Activists like Bill McKibben and the folks at , Al Gore and even more mainstream groups like Greenpeace or the Sierra Club, as well as a growing student movement may be out in front on this, the most critical issue facing humankind, but governments and industry are not. Do we really need to ask why? In case you missed it, scientifically proven, human-caused climate change is a product of western civilization, industrial development. You probably won’t be hearing that from Bill McKibben or Al Gore, much less cable or network news. You can read about the numbers, about the need to return CO2 levels in the atmosphere to 350 parts per million, down from its current level of 392ppm, or the need to transition to alternative energy and away from fossil fuels, but seldom will you read or hear about how our own industries, how Corporate America, is destroying the biosphere on our planet, how it is diminishing the lives of our children and future generations.
Recently we had wildlife biologist Guy McPherson on the show. His take on the Climate Crisis is even more grim than McKibben’s or The World Scientists’ Warning. McPherson’s position? Game over.  The link takes you to his recent presentation at Greenfield Community College. Rumor has it that he will not be invited back. Why? No one wants to hear about the end of the world. This is not to say that McPherson has all the numbers right, that his analysis is, dare I say, the last word. I enter it here simply to point out two important things: 1) the real end of the world (as we know it) is an ongoing process, and  2) everyone, everyone, needs to fight back. The time for denial or waiting for the UN or government or God to fix things is over. We are the savior we’ve been waiting for.  Regardless of McPherson’s gloom & doom, just the chance that we may lessen the effects of climate chaos, just the chance that we can give future generations more time, should be enough to motivate us into action. This is what is required: a massive popular groundswell, a movement even more powerful than the abolition of slavery or civil rights. It is the Rights of Nature, and our right to a livable planet that should empower us. Some Mayans have said the turning of their calendar was not “The End of the World” but rather the beginning of a new world. We need that new beginning now.
– d.o.  1/1/13  [Also published on the Arise blog]