Showing posts with label Verse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Verse. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2026

Bonus! Song o' the First Day o' Summer!

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
The Summer Solstice
The Aquabats!, "Summertime!" from The Aquabats! Super Show! Television Sountrack, Volume One (Captain Thumbs Up!)

Friday, March 20, 2026

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' the First Day o' Spring

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
Freitag, 20. März
The Vernal Equinox
Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra, "A Touch of Spring" from Ska=Almighty (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Sunday, December 21, 2025

Bonus! Song o' the First Day o' Winter

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
The Winter Solstice
Sufjan Stevens, "The Winter Solstice" from the Sufjan Stevens Presents Songs for Christmas Singalong (In Stereo Hi-Fi) compilation (A.K.A. Songs for Christmas) (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Commentary: This is the longest night & the shortest day of the whole year. The long night was made all the darker in that last night was the New Moon, when all of the sunlight that reflects off the Moon reflected off the Far Side, the half of our planet's satellite that always faces away from us.

The "dark, killing winter" got off to a promising start, with morning temperatures in the single digits Fahrenheit, but the weather forecast is for temperatures in the forties & fifties by the Christmastide. Curses, foiled again!

Monday, September 22, 2025

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' the First Day o' Autumn

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
The Autumnal Equinox
The Puppini Sisters, "September Song" from Hollywood (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Friday, June 20, 2025

Bonus! Song o' the First Day o' Summer

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
The Summer Solstice
Fountains of Wayne, "Mexican Wine" from Utopia Parkway (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Commentary:
"And the sun still shines in the summertime,
I'll be yours if you'll be mine,
I tried to change, but I changed my mind,
Think I'll have another glass of Mexican wine,
Think I'll have another glass of Mexican wine…"

Thursday, March 20, 2025

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' the First Day o' Spring

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
The Vernal Equinox
Suburban Legends, "Bright Spring Morning" from Rump Shaker (Rude Boy Mike Papa Whiskey)

Saturday, December 21, 2024

Bonus! Song o' the First Day o' Winter

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
The Winter Solstice
Sufjan Stevens, "The Winter Solstice" from Songs for Christmas (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Monday, November 11, 2024

Armistice Day

"Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not."
—Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Breakfast of Champions


Operation AXIOM: The 106th Anniversary of the Armistice of Compiègne
One hundred six years ago to the day, 11 November 1918, "at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month," the guns fell silent on the Western Front. The "War to End All Wars" was over. Tens of millions were dead. Empires lay in ruins. Revolution was in the air. The world that had existed before the summer of 1914 was shattered utterly, torn asunder by unfathomable bloodshed.

The world had never seen madness as red as the World War; pray to the Almighty that we shall not see madness so red in our own lifetime. A century later, only the ignorant &/or the foolish would say we do not live in a world yet scarred by 1914-1918, haunted by the ghost of a war most of us prefer to pretend never happened. Western civilization barely survived the suicide attempt of 1914-1918, & might yet succumb to the wound. It all ended—in triumph, in defeat, in exhaustion, in jubilation—on 11 November 1918, one hundred six years ago today.

"The Fourth of August"
by Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

Now in thy splendour go before us,
Spirit of England, ardent-eyed!
Enkindle this dear earth that bore us,
In the hour of peril purified.

The cares we hugged drop out of vision,
Our hearts with deeper thoughts dilate.
We step from days of sour division
Into the grandeur of our fate.

For us the glorious dead have striven;
They battled that we might be free.
We to that living cause are given,
We arm for men that are to be.

Among the nations nobliest chartered,
England recalls her heritage.
With her is that which is not bartered,
Which force can neither quell nor cage.

For her immortal stars are burning,
With her, the hope that's never done,
The seed that's in the Spring's returning,
The very flower that seeks the sun.

We fight the fraud that feeds desire on
Lies, in a lust to enslave or kill,
The barren creed of blood and iron,
Vampire of Europe's wasted will.

Endure, O Earth! and thou, awaken,
Purged by this dreadful winnowing-fan,
O wronged, untameable, unshaken
Soul of divinely suffering man!

"To England: To Strike Quickly"
by Maurice Hewlett (1861-1923)

Fight, since thou must; strike quick and fierce,
So when this tyrant for too long
Hath shook the blood out of his ears
He may have learned the price of wrong.

Let him learn this, that the due of grief
Of his own vice he cannot ban
By outrage of a highway thief;
Let him remember the Corsican,

Whom England only durst not dread
By sea or shore, but faced alone,
Nor stayed for pity of her dead
Until the despot's day was done.

Strike, England, quickly, make an end
Of him who seeks a deal with thee.
If he would bargain for thy friend,
What would he trade for Liberty?

The Wayback Machine Tour of Armistice Day: Lest We Forget
Armistice Day '23

Armistice Day '22 + Armistice Day '21 + Armistice Day '20 + Armistice Day '18

Armistice Day '17 + Armistice Day '16 + Armistice Day '15 + Armistice Day '14

Armistice Day '13 + Armistice Day '12 + Armistice Day '11 + Armistice Day '10

Armistice Day '09 + Armistice Day '08 + Armistice Day '07 + Armistice Day '06

Armistice Day '05 + Armistice Day '04 + Armistice Day '03 + Armistice Day '02

The Explorers' Club № DCLVI: 11 November 1918—The Armistice
The Explorers' Club № DCCXVI: 11 November 1919—The First Armistice Day
The Explorers' Club № DCCLXXXIII: 11 November 1920—The Second Armistice Day
The Explorers' Club № DCCCLVII: 11 November 1921—The Third Armistice Day

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' Armistice Day
Rob Carriker, "He Is There!" from Over There! Songs from America's Wars (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Lest we forget.

Sunday, September 22, 2024

Bonus! Song o' the First Day o' Autumn

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
Suburban Legends, "Autumn in the Park" from Rump Shaker (Rude Boy Mike Papa Whiskey)

Thursday, June 20, 2024

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' the First Day o' Summer

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
The Summer Solstice
Fountains of Wayne, "It Must Be Summer" from Utopia Parkway (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Commentary:
"It must be summer, 'cause the days are long,
And I dial your number, but you're gone, gone, gone…

"It must be summer, 'cause the streets are bare,
And I try your number, but you're just not there…"

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Bonus! Song o' the First Day o' Spring

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
Vernal Equinox
Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra, "A Touch of Spring" from Ska=Almighty (Mike Papa Whiskey-san)

Saturday, December 23, 2023

The Explorers' Club, № M

Operation AXIOM
23 December 1823: The poem "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" (A.K.A. "The Night before Christmas") was published anonymously in the Troy Sentinel newspaper; written by seminary professor Clement Clarke Moore, the poem massively influenced Americans' celebration of Christmas, focusing on gift-giving to children rather than the birth of the Christ, & named & numbered Santa Claus's reindeer.
Commentary: Thank you for joining us for these first one thousand episodes of "The Explorers' Club."
"Happy Christmas to all, & to all a good night!"
Bonus! Christmas Song o' the Day
Bob Dylan, "Must Be Santa" from Christmas in the Heart (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Semper exploro.

Thursday, December 21, 2023

Bonus! Song o' the First Day o' Winter

"The cruel, hot summer
led into the long, hard fall,
becoming the dark, killing winter
until spring replenished us all."
—Bill Willingham, Fables
Sufjan Stevens, "The Winter Solstice" from Songs for Christmas (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Saturday, November 11, 2023

Armistice Day

"Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not."
—Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Breakfast of Champions


Operation AXIOM: The 105th Anniversary of the Armistice of Compiègne
One hundred five years ago to the day, 11 November 1918, "at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month," the guns fell silent on the Western Front. The "War to End All Wars" was over. Tens of millions were dead. Empires lay in ruins. Revolution was in the air. The world that had existed before the summer of 1914 was shattered utterly, torn asunder by unfathomable bloodshed.

The world had never seen madness as red as the World War; pray to the Almighty that we shall not see madness so red in our own lifetime. A century later, only the ignorant &/or the foolish would say we do not live in a world yet scarred by 1914-1918, haunted by the ghost of a war most of us prefer to pretend never happened. Western civilization barely survived the suicide attempt of 1914-1918, & might yet succumb to the wound. It all ended—in triumph, in defeat, in exhaustion, in jubilation—on 11 November 1918, one hundred five years ago today.

"At a Calvary near the Ancre"
by Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

One ever hangs where shelled roads part.
In this war He too lost a limb,
But His disciples hide apart;
And now the Soldiers bear with Him.

Near Golgotha strolls many a priest,
And in their faces there is pride
That they were flesh-marked by the Beast
By whom the gentle Christ's denied.

The scribes on all the people shove
And bawl allegiance to the state,
But they who love the greater love
Lay down their life; they do not hate.

Commentary: Lieutenant Wilfred Owen, M.C., was killed in action on 4 November 1918, one week before the Armistice.
"For the Fallen"
by Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

The Wayback Machine Tour of Armistice Day: Lest We Forget
Armistice Day '22 + Armistice Day '21 + Armistice Day '20 + Armistice Day '18

Armistice Day '17 + Armistice Day '16 + Armistice Day '15 + Armistice Day '14

Armistice Day '13 + Armistice Day '12 + Armistice Day '11 + Armistice Day '10

Armistice Day '09 + Armistice Day '08 + Armistice Day '07 + Armistice Day '06

Armistice Day '05 + Armistice Day '04 + Armistice Day '03 + Armistice Day '02

The Explorers' Club № DCLVI: 11 November 1918—The Armistice
The Explorers' Club № DCCXVI: 11 November 1919—The First Armistice Day
The Explorers' Club № DCCLXXXIII: 11 November 1920—The Second Armistice Day
The Explorers' Club № DCCCLVII: 11 November 1921—The Third Armistice Day

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' Armistice Day
Arthur Fields, "Over There" from Freedom: Songs from the Heart of America (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Commentary: "Over There" was written in 1917 by George M. Cohan, to celebrate the United States's entrance into the World War.

Lest we forget.

Friday, November 11, 2022

Armistice Day

"Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not."
—Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Breakfast of Champions


Operation AXIOM: The 104th Anniversary of the Armistice of Compiègne
One hundred four years ago to the day, 11 November 1918, "at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month," the guns fell silent on the Western Front. The "War to End All Wars" was over. Tens of millions were dead. Empires lay in ruins. Revolution was in the air. The world that had existed before the summer of 1914 was shattered utterly, torn asunder by unfathomable bloodshed.

The world had never seen madness as red as the World War; pray to the Almighty that we shall not see madness so red in our own lifetime. A century later, only the ignorant &/or the foolish would say we do not live in a world yet scarred by 1914-1918, haunted by the ghost of a war most of us prefer to pretend never happened. Western civilization barely survived the suicide attempt of 1914-1918, & might yet succumb to the wound. It all ended—in triumph, in defeat, in exhaustion, in jubilation—on 11 November 1918, one hundred four years ago today.

"War's Cataract, 1915"
by Herbert Asquith (1881-1947)

In this red havoc of the patient earth,
Though higher yet the tide of battle rise,
Now has the hero cast away disguise,
And out of ruin splendour comes to birth.
This is the field where Death and Honour meet,
And all the lesser company are low:
Pale Loveliness has left her mirror now
And walks the Court of Pain with silent feet.

From cliff to cliff War's cataract goes down,
Hurling its booming waters to the shock;
And tossing high their manes of gleaming spray
The crested chargers leap from rock to rock,
While over all, dark though the thunder frown,
The rainbows climb above to meet the day.
"Killed in Action"
by Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918)

Your Youth has fallen from its shelf,
And you have fallen, you yourself.
They knocked a soldier on the head,
I mourn the poet who fell dead.
And yet I think it was by chance,
By oversight you died in France.
You were so poor an outward man,
So small against your spirit's span,
That Nature, being tired awhile,
Saw but your outward human pile;
And Nature, who would never let
A sun with light still in it set,
Before you even reached your sky,
In inadvertence let you die.

Commentary: Isaac Rosenberg was himself killed in action on 1 April 1918, during the Germans' spring offense.

The Wayback Machine Tour of Armistice Day: Lest We Forget
Armistice Day '21 + Armistice Day '20 + Armistice Day '18 + Armistice Day '17

Armistice Day '16 + Armistice Day '15 + Armistice Day '14 + Armistice Day '13

Armistice Day '12 + Armistice Day '11 + Armistice Day '10 + Armistice Day '09

Armistice Day '08 + Armistice Day '07 + Armistice Day '06 + Armistice Day '05

Armistice Day '04 + Armistice Day '03 + Armistice Day '02

The Explorers' Club № DCLVI: 11 November 1918—The Armistice

The Explorers' Club № DCCXVI: 11 November 1919—The First Armistice Day

The Explorers' Club № DCCLXXXIII: 11 November 1920—The Second Armistice Day

The Explorers' Club № DCCCLVII: 11 November 1921—The Third Armistice Day

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' Armistice Day
Ivor Gurney, "Severn Meadows" from The Pity of War: Songs & Poems of Wartime Suffering (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Lest we forget.

Monday, January 10, 2022

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' the Day

Monday of the First Week in Ordinary Time
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, "I Don't Believe in Anything" from When God Was Great (Rude Boy Mike Papa Whiskey)

Skammentary: Our institutions—the church, the government, the academy, journalism—have been corrupted & have been crumbling since before I was born; faith in those institutions has been collapsing, starting long before the pandemic, & that collapse is accelerating.
"As we calmly start to panic,
All the mayhem makes me manic.

"So don't tell me that there's a downside,
Can't you see it's going worldwide?
I don't believe in anything,
Mabye I don't believe in, I don't believe in,
Don't tell me what your rules are,
Usually that won't get you too far,
And you know you can too can't believe it,
What I believe is I don't believe in anything…

"We are slowly going faster,
Headlong into a disaster…"
This news ought to be distressing to one & all: Anarchy is not a viable option, human flourishing requires robust & reliable institutions. I'm not convinced our current institutions can be salvaged & reformed, but despair is a sin & thus I am convinced that nihilism is not a viable option. What do we do? Kipling has wisdom from which we can learn much (from "If—").
"If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gace your life to, broken,
And stoop & build 'em up with worn-out tools…

"Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!"

Thursday, November 11, 2021

Armistice Day

"Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not."
—Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Breakfast of Champions


Operation AXIOM: The 103rd Anniversary of the Armistice of Compiègne
One hundred three years ago to the day, 11 November 1918, "at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month," the guns fell silent on the Western Front. The "War to End All Wars" was over. Tens of millions were dead. Empires lay in ruins. Revolution was in the air. The world that had existed before the summer of 1914 was shattered utterly, torn asunder by unfathomable bloodshed.

The world had never seen madness as red as the World War; pray to the Almighty that we shall not see madness so red in our own lifetime. A century later, only the ignorant &/or the foolish would say we do not live in a world yet scarred by 1914-1918, haunted by the ghost of a war most of us prefer to pretend never happened. Western civilization barely survived the suicide attempt of 1914-1918, & might yet succumb to the wound. It all ended—in triumph, in defeat, in exhaustion, in jubilation—on 11 November 1918, one hundred three years ago today.

"Trench Duty"
by Siegfried Sassoon, C.B.E., M.C. (1886-1967)

Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake,
Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take,
I blunder through the splashing murk; and then
Hear the gruff muttering voices of the men
Crouching in cabins candle-chinked with light.
Hark! There's the big bombardment on our right
Rumbling and bumping; and the dark's a glare
Of flickering horror in the sectors where
We raid the Boche; men waiting, stiff and chilled,
Or crawling on their bellies through the wire.
"What? Stretcher-bearers wanted? Someone killed?"
Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire:
Why did he do it?... Starlight overhead--
Blank stars. I'm wide-awake; and some chap's dead.


"Disarmament"
by John McCrae (1872-1918)

One spake amid the nations, "Let us cease⁠
⁠From darkening with strife the fair World's light,
We who are great in war be great in peace.
⁠No longer let us plead the cause by might."

But from a million British graves took birth
⁠A silent voice—the million spake as one—
"If ye have righted all the wrongs of earth
⁠Lay by the sword! Its work and ours is done."


The Wayback Machine Tour of Armistice Day: Lest We Forget
Armistice Day '20 + Armistice Day '18 + Armistice Day '17

Armistice Day '16 + Armistice Day '15 + Armistice Day '14

Armistice Day '13 + Armistice Day '12 + Armistice Day '11

Armistice Day '10 + Armistice Day '09 + Armistice Day '08

Armistice Day '07 + Armistice Day '06 + Armistice Day '05

Armistice Day '04 + Armistice Day '03 + Armistice Day '02

The Explorers' Club № DCLVI: 11 November 1918—The Armistice

The Explorers' Club № DCCXVI: 11 November 1919—The First Armistice Day

The Explorers' Club № DCCLXXXIII: 11 November 1920—The Second Armistice Day

The Explorers' Club № DCCCLVII: 11 November 1921—The Third Armistice Day

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' Armistice Day
The Royal Scots Dragoon Guards, "Amazing Grace" from Highland Cathedral (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Armistice Day

"Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not."
—Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Breakfast of Champions


Operation AXIOM: The 102nd Anniversary of the Armistice of Compiègne
One hundred two years ago to the day, 11 November 1918, "at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month," the guns fell silent on the Western Front. The "War to End All Wars" was over. Tens of millions were dead. Empires lay in ruins. Revolution was in the air. The world that had existed before the summer of 1914 was shattered utterly, torn asunder by unfathomable bloodshed.

The world had never seen madness as red as the World War; pray to the Almighty that we shall not see madness so red in our own lifetime. A century later, only the ignorant &/or the foolish would say we do not live in a world yet scarred by 1914-1918, haunted by the ghost of a war most of us prefer to pretend never happened. Western civilization barely survived the suicide attempt of 1914-1918, & might yet succumb to the wound. It all ended—in triumph, in defeat, in exhaustion, in jubilation—on 11 November 1918, one hundred two years ago today.

"Prelude: The Troops"
by Siegfried Sassoon, M.C. (1886-1967)

Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom
Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals
Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots
And turn dulled, sunken faces to the sky
Haggard and hopeless. They, who have beaten down
The stale despair of night, must now renew
Their desolation in the truce of dawn,
Murdering the livid hours that grope for peace.

Yet these, who cling to life with stubborn hands,
Can grin through storms of death and find a gap
In the clawed, cruel tangles of his defence.
They march from safety, and the bird-sung joy
Of grass-green thickets, to the land where all
Is ruin, and nothing blossoms but the sky
That hastens over them where they endure
Sad, smoking, flat horizons, reeking woods,
And foundered trench-lines volleying doom for doom.

O my brave brown companions, when your souls
Flock silently away, and the eyeless dead,
Shame the wild beast of battle on the ridge,
Death will stand grieving in that field of war
Since your unvanquished hardihood is spent.
And through some mooned Valhalla there will pass
Battalions and battalions, scarred from hell;
The unreturning army that was youth;
The legions who have suffered and are dust.


"The Last Post"
by Robert Graves (1895-1985)

The bugler sent a call of high romance—
Lights out! Lights out!—to the deserted square:
On the thin brazen notes he threw a prayer.
God, if it's this for me next time in France
Spare me the phantom bugle as I lie
Dead in the gas and smoke and roar of guns,
Dead in a row with the other shattered ones,
Lying so stiff and still under the sky—
Jolly young Fusiliers, too good to die.
The music ceased, and the red sunset flare
Was blood about his head as he stood there.


The Wayback Machine Tour of Armistice Day: Lest We Forget
I will never forgive myself for failing to mark properly Armistice Day in 2019. There was an episode of "The Explorers' Club," & that was fitting, but there ought to have been both.

Armistice Day '18 + Armistice Day '17 + Armistice Day '16

Armistice Day '15 + Armistice Day '14 + Armistice Day '13 + Armistice Day '12

Armistice Day '11 + Armistice Day '10 + Armistice Day '09

Armistice Day '08 + Armistice Day '07 + Armistice Day '06 + Armistice Day '05

Armistice Day '04 + Armistice Day '03 + Armistice Day '02

The Rebel Black Dot Song o' Armistice Day
A. E. Housman (poem) & George Butterworth (music), "The Lads in Their Hundreds" from The Pity of War: Songs and Poems of Wartime Suffering (Mike Papa Whiskey)

Commentary: George Butterworth, M.C. (1885-1916) was considered one of the most promising English composers of his generation. He was mentioned in despatches & awarded the Military Cross (M.C.) for gallantry in combat as an officer in the Durham Light Infantry. He was killed in the Battle of the Somme & his body was never recovered; his name is inscribed on the Thiepval Memorial.

The poem "The Lads in Their Hundreds" is from Housman's 1896 collection,
A Shropshire Lad; Butterworth set it to music in 1911-1912.
"The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old…

"They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old."

Saturday, October 5, 2019

The Victors: Team 140 — August & September


Game 1
Saturday, 31 August @ Michigan Stadium
(№ 7) Michigan 40-21 Middle Tennessee State
1-0, B1G 0-0

I did not see the game because I was at a family wedding in *shudder* Ohio. The hated Buckeyes whooped it up at the reception, after their club's epic victory-for-the-ages over Florida Atlantic.

Game 2
Saturday, 7 September @ Michigan Stadium
(№ 7) Michigan 24-21 Army (2 O.T.)
2-0, B1G 0-0

The valiant Wolverines did everything possible to lose the game to the epithetless Black Knights of Army (the Unites States Military Academy @ West Point, New York), turning the ball over three times in the first half, eventually trailing 14-7 at halftime. For the second week in a wow, quarterback Shea Patterson (senior) fumbled the ball during Michigan's first offensive possession. Army is a tough opponent, but over-matched by any major college football program; I mean absolutely no disrespect to Army & their wily triple-option offense, but the valiant Wolverines did not cover themselves in glory in securing the victory.

After the win, fan reaction was divided. Some were outraged that the victory was not more decisive, others counseled that Army was such a bogey opponent that the only useful takeaway was the resilience with which the valiant Wolverines fought through the first half's adversity. For my part, I was outraged, that outrage tempered only by my despair. The "speed & space" offense of new offensive coordinator Josh Gattis faced tough sledding against Army's disciplined defense. Miscues were legion: Patterson & the receiving corps appeared to be operating out of different playbooks. The only bright spot was running back Zach Charbonnet (freshman), who turned in a yeoman's performance, carrying the ball thirty-thirty times for one hundred yards & three touchdowns.

Bye Week 1
Saturday, 14 September
(№ 10) Michigan
2-0, B1G 0-0

There are two bye weeks this season, in part because there are five Saturdays in November.

Game 3
Saturday, 21 September @ Camp Randall Stadium
(№ 13) Wisconsin 35-14 Michigan (№ 11)
2-1, B1G 0-1

I will never again call any Don Brown defense the "Murder Machine," not after the defense gave up sixty-two points to the hated Buckeyes in last season's "rivalry" game. Uncle Don's Massage Machine was nearly as hapless against the balanced attack of the pesky Badgers: Wisconsin led 28-0 at halftime & 35-0 midway through the third quarter. Admittedly, Wisconsin running back Jonathan Taylor is an elite player, but the Massage Machine proved that they are most definitely not an elite unit.

The offense was predictably inept. Coach Gattis's offense simply does not work. The players cannot execute the scheme, the coaching staff cannot manage player substitutions, & Patterson continues to be a liability. I'm confident he's doing the best he can, which is precisely why I'm so down on him. If he was angling to set an N.C.A.A. record for most consecutive games with at least one turnover, how would his game look any different? Eventually, the coaches replaced Patterson at quarterback with Dylan McCaffrey (junior), but before McCaffrey was knocked out of the game after two consecutive illegal hits; both of Wisconsin's starting safeties were ejected for illegal "targeting," after both struck McCaffrey in the helmet with their helmets. McCaffrey left the game with concussion symptoms. Stay classy, Madison.

Panic & despair were the order of the day in the Wolverine Nation after the shellacking. I thought that we would lose the game, but never in my most fevered #FireHarbaugh prognostications of doom did I imagine the pesky Badgers would hold a 35-0 lead at any point. All is lost! Woe & lament!

Casey at the Bat: A Ballad of the Republic Sung in the Year 1888, an excerpt
by Earnest Thayer (1863-1940)

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
but there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.

Game 4
Saturday, 28 September @ Michigan Stadium
(№ 20) Michigan 52-0 Rutgers
3-1, B1G 1-1

The sick joke that is Josh Gattis's offensively inept offense looked like a well-oiled machine against the alien Scarlet Knights of Rutgers, the State University of New Jersey. Of course, that counts for very little since the competition was, as noted, Rutgers, the State University of New Jersey, a sad sack club & a source of constant embarrassment & consternation as members of the B1G. A contributing factor is that Coach Gattis was down on the sidelines, from whence he had always previously coached, whereas in his first three games at Michigan, he'd coached from the eagle's nest of the press box.

Uncle Don's Massage Machine looked positively murderous against the alien Scarlet Knights of Rutgers, the State University of New Jersey. Of course, that counts for very little since the competition was, as noted, Rutgers, the State University of New Jersey, a sad sack club & a source of constant embarrassment & consternation as members of the B1G.

Reaction to the rout was predictably mixed. To mine eyes, the best news was also the worst news: 'Twas widely remarked that the valiant Wolverines came out against Rutgers, the State University of New Jersey with a vim & a vigor that had been lacking in the Middle Tennessee, Army, & especially the Wisconsin games. Huzzah, because Team 140 looked much crisper & focused, but at the same time I have to ask why were they so apathetic & lethargic in the earlier games? Are they so arrogant that they think they can just show up & "phone it in" against any given opponent? Why are Harbaugh & his staff so uniformly unable to motivate their players? All is still lost! Woe & lament!

Next Game
Homecoming: The (№ 19) valiant Wolverines host the (№ 14) tenacious Hawkeyes of Iowa. Last week, Iowa faced Middle Tennessee State; unlike Michigan, Iowa did not give up three touchdowns to the epithetless Blue Raiders. This augurs ill for the Homecoming match up & I both predict & expect doom, but I'd like to be wrong. I'd be thrilled to eat crow after a convincing Michigan victory.

Go Blue!

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Operation ÖSTERREICH

Weekly Wednesday Weigh-in
Last weigh-in: 325.2 lbs
This weigh-in: 326.2 lbs.
Difference: +1.0 lbs.

"If—"
by Rudyard Kipling
(excerpt)
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same…

Bonus! Lied von ÖSTERREICH
"Weird Al" Yankovic, "Taco Grande" from Off the Deep End (The Last Angry Impostor)