1915

  • 1915

I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,
August, and yellowing Autumn, so
To Winter nights knee-deep in mud or snow,
And you’ve been everything.

Dear, you’ve been everything that I most lack
In these soul-deadening trenches—pictures, books,
Music, the quiet of an English wood,
Beautiful comrade-looks,
The narrow, bouldered mountain-track,
The broad, full-bosomed ocean, green and black,
And Peace, and all that’s good.

  • Robert Graves

SUNDAY NIGHT TRANSLATION GROUP – 11/11/18

Translators: Mike Zonta, Melissa Goodnight, Richard Branam, Hanz Bolen

SENSE TESTIMONY:  Bureacratic overreach can cause harm from breaching confidentiality and misdiagnosis.

5th Step Conclusions:

1)  Truth is totally breachable, unrestricted, unimpairable, unlimited knowing/diagnosis, which is the only cause and the only effect.

2)  One Infinite Consciousness Beingness is the absolutely virtuous agency asserting inviolate rulership — and assuring perfect safety via everpresent omniscience

3)  The Sound Fitting Complete Reach of Truth is always and everywhere Instantaneously agreeing, expressing, possessing only well being.

4)  Truth is priori essence, infinite consciousness, this transcending completeness being principled integrity pledging its worthy oath of loyalty to confidentiality.

“Keeping track . . . keeping a journal” by Mike Zonta, H.W., M.

A few months ago I was taking a class at CCSF called Digital Media and I learned of something called a portfolio.  A portfolio is a website in which someone can showcase their digital media creations such as  audio podcasts, photoshopping and new videos.

Then our wonderful teacher, Malcolm Cecil, said some people even include an online diary like a personal blog.  My ears perked up because I have been keeping a diary/dream journal for years in which I try to link the events of my waking life with the events in my dream life.

So, beginning on July 18 of this year, I began posting my daily journal/dream journal for all the world to see.  To those who think this is too much exposure, I disagree.  A student of Truth has to be willing to expose, if only to him/herself, all the dark corners of his/her psyche to the light of day.  And if other people see it, who cares?  Let them discover and shed light on their own dark corners.

So here’s an example of my latest listings and a link for further exploration of my Diary:

November 10, 2018:  Another smoky day. S.F. Feels like a war zone. In ’til 3ish. Walked w/my face mask to the library. Henry there. Then walk to G.P. Seth at C.B. Also other cute Asian guy as I left. Walk to Safeway. Myka has his face mask on. In the middle of chatting w/Myka, Steven leaned in from the adjacent checkout stand to join the conversation. I hadn’t known he was there, and he threw me off balance, which I think was his intent.  Drop/break plate in p.m. That usually means something.

November 10 dream:  Am staying at place w/lots of others close by. Working on something.

November 10 dream:  Woman in line said I blew a toothpick into her eye. Later she tried to make a date w/me. I snuck out of store. Ran into two well-built male friends who eventually became shirtless and then were only wearing towels, as did their adolescent son and a baby held who was held up against one of their naked chests, just to be in touch.

November 9, 2018:  Smoky day in S.F. People advised to stay indoors. Took #49 to Van Ness. Noisy, homeless guy sitting behind me asked me to open my window. I say, “No.” Bought face mask. Went to 1001 Franklin to get waitlist application. 300 on waiting list. Very old people hanging out in lobby. Go to Main Library to take a pee in the homeless restroom. Then search Market Street for Friday’s Chronicle. Finally find one at 4th & Market drug store. Take N into Cole Valley. Sign on way: “11:59:59.” Nicest thing that happened so far today. Go to Peet’s Cole Valley. Try to catch #43 home. #37 arrives first. So I take it to the Castro. Old lady smiles at me just before I walk past 440 Club to J’s store at 19th & Castro. #35 to G.P arrives quickly. Take BART to Balboa. Then #8 home. Chronicle headline: “Wildfire devastates Butte County Town” instead of “Wildfire devastates Paradise [which is the name of the Butte County town in question]. Insight: my Dad was playacting his entire life. Just like me.

November 9 dream:  Transcribing cube with writing on it to second cube. (h.o.)

November 9 dream:  Pushed veteran too far and he got in trouble. Einstein was there but I didn’t apologize to him, even though he told me not to.

November 9 dream:  Veteran had to be informed about loss of someone. He seemed cheerful. Some assumed he hadn’t been informed yet.

November 9 dream:  Carol Burnett as transsexual in movie promo.

November 9 dream:  I took cash from company safe. Somehow I rationalized that I wasn’t stealing. Decided to give it back.

November 9 dream:  Returning from abroad. I walk thru part of S.F. I’ve never walked thru before. Older Frenchwoman being a real snob, in French, at local store.

Link to my Diary:  https://zontaphotos.com/diary/

TRANSLATION ADVENTURE – 11/11/18

Translators: Ben Gilberti, Alex Gambeau, Zoe Robinson, Bo Lebo, Heather Williams

SENSE TESTIMONY:  Evil appears personified.

5th Step Conclusions:

1)  The Absolute unknowable is formless thinking force the I AM Beingness of Truth.
2)  One boundless Truth is here now expressing and impressing One Infinite Mind.
3)  Hence that which is so is the One True Substance, Boundless, Omnipresent Beingness.
4)  All that can appear is the infinite oneness of Truth in and as consciousness.
5)  To come.

I’ve Always Never Believed In You – featuring Donna Lynne Champlin – “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend”


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Published on Nov 9, 2018
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I’ve Always Never Believed In You
Starring Donna Lynne Champlin
Written by Rachel Bloom, Jack Dolgen, and Adam Schlesinger

Paula:

YOU STAND BEFORE ME A MAN, FULLY-GROWN
READY TO TAKE ON THE WORLD, HEADING OUT ON YOUR OWN
YOU’RE NOW SO THOUGHTFUL, STRONG, AND WISE
I’M PROUD, BUT I’M ALSO SURPRISED
‘CAUSE I ALWAYS NEVER BELIEVED IN YOU
I NEVER GAVE UP GIVING UP ON YOU
DEEP INSIDE, I ALWAYS KNEW
THAT YOU’D EVENTUALLY NEVER COME THROUGH
NOT FOR A SECOND, DID I THINK
YOU WOULDN’T END UP DEAD OR IN THE CLINK
FOR POSSESSION OR ASSAULT OR WORSE, IT’S TRUE
‘CAUSE I’VE ALWAYS NEVER BELIEVED IN YOU
THE MOMENT YOU WERE BORN
THEY PLACED YOU IN MY ARMS
AND I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES AND THOUGHT,
“WELL, THAT’S A MURDERER.”
I THOUGHT, AT BEST, YOU MIGHT BARELY MANAGE
AND IT WOULD BE MY JOB TO TRY TO MITIGATE THE DAMAGE
‘CAUSE I’VE ALWAYS NEVER BELIEVED IN YOU
I NEVER ONCE DOUBTED DOUBTING YOU
WITH EVERY OPPORTUNITY THAT YOU BLEW
ALL MY WORST FEARS JUST KEPT COMING TRUE
YOU NEVER WERE A TEACHER’S PET
BUT YOU DID KILL A TEACHER’S PET
WITH EVERY HORRIFYING THING YOU’D SAY OR DO
I CONTINUED TO NEVER BELIEVE IN YOU
SOME PEOPLE ARE DESTINED TO FLY HIGH
OTHERS JUST GET REALLY, REALLY HIGH
SOME PEOPLE REACH FOR THE STARS
SOME JUST REACH FOR THE PANEL IN THE CEILING WHERE THEY KEEP THEIR DRUGS
I HELD OUT NO HOPE FOR SO LONG
BUT NOW, I ADMIT I GOT YOU ALL WRONG
‘CAUSE NOW, I ACTUALLY BELIEVE IN YOU
NO LONGER HAVE A TOTAL LACK OF FAITH IN YOU
APPARENTLY, THERE ARE THINGS YOU CAN DO
YOU’RE FULL OF POTENTIAL AND NO ONE KNEW
ALLOW ME TO TIP MY HAT TO YOU, SIR
‘CAUSE YOU’RE NO LONGER A TOTAL LOSER
IT FEELS STRANGE TO SAY IT, BUT IT’S TRUE
I WEIRDLY, SHOCKINGLY, COMPLETELY
BELIEVE IN YOU
I BELIEVE I BELIEVE I BELIEVE IN YOU
YES, I DO
YES, I DO

The Bay Area Reporter: Obituary

Obituary: Billye Talmadge

by BAR staff

Billye Talmadge

Billye Talmadge

1929 — 2018

Billye Talmadge passed away October 24, 2018 in Portland, Oregon. Ms. Talmadge was one of the founders of Daughters of Bilitis. She, the late Del Martin, Phyllis Lyon, Helen Sandoz, and more were at the forefront of LGBT liberation in the 1950s and 1960s. They sheltered young lesbians and hired an attorney to help extricate lesbians from jail (it was a jail-able offense in most states to be a lesbian). They held private gatherings in their homes so lesbians had a safe place to meet. Her wise counsel helped many young women to accept themselves. With two Ph.D.s in education she was, at the foremost, a teacher. She won the Golden Apple award for her work with blind and deaf children. Anyone who ever heard her speak will never forget her velvet voice and ability to reach the very soul of those who would hear.

For more information, visit http://bathtubbulletin.com/billye-talmadge-1929-2018/.

San Francisco Bay Times: In Memoriam

Edith Carney
Edith Carney, the mother of Patrick Carney, who is a founder of the Pink Triangle display constructed on Twin Peaks during Pride, died at age 95 after suffering from interstitial lung disease. Edith Carney died at age 95 after suffering from interstitial lung disease. Always supportive of Patrick, his husband Hossein and her other children and relatives, Edith traveled to San Francisco nearly every year to help with the Pink Triangle. Her positive energy could be felt whenever the display went up. The symbol was used by the Nazis in concentration camps to identify and shame homosexual prisoners, but it has since been embraced by the LGBTQ community as a symbol of pride and defiance, while serving as a reminder of the Holocaust.

Edith was a strong, loving and vibrant force within her family. She also had a successful career, having begun work in real estate at a young age. She was most proud of her family, however, and the Dodgers! As a baseball fan from Southern California, she enjoyed cheering on her team. Many of us at the San Francisco Bay Times were rooting for the Dodgers in the World Series this year, thinking of generous and kind-hearted Edith Carney.

Alana Devich Cyril
Cancer claimed the life of filmmaker Devich Cyril, who in 2016 wrote at CrowdRise: “I recently received the devastating news that I have stage 4 metastatic gastro-esophageal cancer, despite being a healthy 40-year-old woman with no risk factors.” As a creative spirit, she turned her shock and struggle into the poignant film My Life, Interrupted, which was first shown this past June at the Queer Women of Color Film Festival. Her spouse Malkia Devich Cyril is the founder of the Center for Media Justice. The couple devoted much of their time together toward working for civil rights for all. https://vimeo.com/277714367

Erika Luckett
Singer, musician and composer Erika Luckett of our local LGBT community recently lost her battle with cancer. From her performance at the 20th Anniversary of the Nobel Peace Prize Forum to being honored as “One of the 100 Most Outstanding Women of the Year” (along with Oprah, Madonna and Queen Elizabeth) by both The Jewish Post and Modern Woman Today Magazine, Luckett showed how music can transform and unite people across the globe.
http://www.erikaluckett.com/home/

Paul Miller
Miller, who volunteered for numerous LGBT causes, recently died of cancer. A 30-year survivor of HIV, he often worked to help others with HIV/AIDS. Miller was further known for his love of gardening and nature. A beautiful memorial reflecting many aspects of his life in San Francisco, from friends and family to his fondness of hummingbirds, was created by his sisters and placed at “Hibernia Beach,” the corner of Castro and 18th Streets. A Celebration of his Life will be held at 1 pm on Saturday, November 3, at the National AIDS Memorial Grove in Golden Gate Park.

Dr. Jerry Rabinowitz
One of the 11 victims of the shooting at Pittsburgh’s Tree of Life synagogue, Dr. Rabinowitz was known for the dignity and respect that he gave to all of his patients, and particularly those with HIV/AIDS. “Before there was effective treatment for fighting HIV itself, he was known in the community for keeping us alive the longest,” Michael Kerr, a former patient, posted on Facebook. “Thank you, Dr. Rabinowitiz, for having always been there during the most terrifying and frightening time of my life.” The 66-year-old physician initially was not in the basement of the synagogue when the shooting occurred, but his nephew Avishai Ostrin speculated to CNN that “when he heard shots he ran outside to try and see if anyone was hurt and needed a doctor. That was Uncle Jerry. That’s just what he did.”

Ntozake Shange
Playwright Shange wrote numerous acclaimed works, including the choreopoem for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf. The powerful theater piece, which debuted in 1976, tells the stories of seven women who have suffered oppression in a racist and sexist society. Shange said that it was inspired by events in her own life. It earned her Obie and Tony Awards, and is still performed, resonating with audiences worldwide. Born Paulette Williams in 1948, Shange studied at Barnard College and the University of Southern California, where she changed her name to the Zulu Ntozaka, meaning “she who comes with her own things” and Shange “who walks like a lion.” See this Poetry Foundation biography, which lists many of her works: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/ntozake-shange

Billye Talmadge
Born in 1929, Talmadge was a founder in 1955 of the groundbreaking Daughters of Bilitis, which was the first lesbian civil and political rights organization in the U.S. She, along with Del Martin, Phyllis Lyons, Helen Sandoz and other brave individuals, were at the forefront of queer liberation for decades. A teacher, Talmadge earned two doctorates in education and won the Golden Apple award for her work helping disabled children. See Herstories to learn more about her remarkable life: http://herstories.prattinfoschool.nyc/omeka/collections/show/73

Movie: “In Search of Greatness”


Note from Michael Kelly:

I’ve just read some reviews of this film and watched the trailer on IMDB; it is not yet playing near me.

It looks OK as a film, but one or more of the superstars talking about the how’s and why’s of their success may strike an important chord with some viewers.

–Michael

In Search of Greatness (2018)
Through the eyes of the greatest athletes of all time, IN SEARCH OF GREATNESS is a cinematic journey into the secrets of genius.