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Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Our National Poetry Month Series 2025 Kicks Of With “The Chance” by Arthur Sze


It’s National Poetry Month again! If you have been visiting here for a while, you know what that means—it’s our 15th annual round-up of daily doses of verse! If you are new, here’s the scoop. Every day of the month I will feature poets and their poems. I aim to be as broad and inclusive as possible in style, subject, period, gender, race, and neglected voices. 

Many years certain themes emerge either by plan or by happenstance. This year I suspect we will share voices of experience of repression of all sorts and rising resistance. The times call for the poet as the prophet, tribune, and rebel. We’ll see. I don’t want just a parade of the usual dead white men, but a lot of them did write some damn fine poetry, so they have their place here too. 

As always, selections follow my own tastes and whims. Yours may be different. But I am open to—eager for—suggestions, especially for contemporary writers. I am especially eager this year to feature resistance verse from your unique perspective.  I do not subscribe to dozens of little magazines or prowl the internet for poetry posts. I often only stumble on new and unknown poets and I am sure I miss some great stuff. Please feel free to turn me on to some. Here is a challenge—Poets, send me your own best stuff .  I don’t and can’t promise to use everything. E-mail me at pmurfin@sbcglobal.net  


Arthur Sze, Award winning 25th U.S. Poet Laureate in 2025

The Academy of American Poets official 30th Anniversary National Poetry Month poster features Arthur Sze, Chancellor Emeritus of the Academy of American Poets and the 25th United States Poet Laureate for 2025–26.

With original artwork by Alfredo Richner, the poster includes the lines “even if the darkness precedes and follows / us, we have a chance, briefly, to shine” from Arthur Sze’s poem The Chance, published in The Redshifting Web: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 1998). 

The Chance

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  •    who sells himsel a policy on his own life;

The blue-black mountains are etched
   with ice. I drive south in fading light.
   The lights of my car set out before
   me, and disappear before my very eyes.
   And as I approach thirty, the distances
   are shorter than I guess? The mind
   travels at the speed of light. But for
   how many people are the passions
   ironwood, ironwood that hardens and hardens?
   Take the ex-musician, insurance salesman,
   who sells himself a policy on his own life;
   or the magician who has himself locked
   in a chest and thrown into the sea,
   only to discover he is caught in his own chains.
   I want a passion that grows and grows.
   To feel, think, act, and be defined
   by your actions, thoughts, feelings.
   As in the bones of a hand in an X-ray,
   I want the clear white light to work
   against the fuzzy blurred edges of the darkness:
   even if the darkness precedes and follows
   us, we have a chance, briefly, to shine.

--Arthur Sze

From The Redshifting Web: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 1998) by Arthur Sze. Copyright © 1998 by Arthur Sze. 



Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Our National Poetry Month Series 2025 Kicks Of With Cheryl Caesar’s Aftermath

It’s National Poetry Month again! If you have been visiting here for a while, you know what that means—it’s our 14th annual round-up of daily doses of verse! If you are new, here’s the scoop. Every day of the month I will feature poets and their poems. I aim to be as broad and inclusive as possible in style, subject, period, gender, race, and neglected voices. 

Many years certain themes emerge either by plan or by happenstance. This year I suspect we will share voices of experience of repression of all sorts and rising resistance. The times call for the poet as the prophet, tribune, and rebel. We’ll see. I don’t want just a parade of the usual dead white men, but a lot of them did write some damn fine poetry, so they have their place here too. 

As always, selections follow my own tastes and whims. Yours may be different. But I am open to—eager for—suggestions, especially for contemporary writers. I do not subscribe to dozens of little magazines or prowl the internet for poetry posts. I often only stumble on new and unknown poets and I am sure I miss some great stuff. Please feel free to turn me on to some. Here is a challenge—Poets, send me your own best stuff be it personal, political, or polemical. I don’t and can’t promise to use everything. E-mail me at pmurfin@sbcglobal.net

Cheryl Caesar.

Today we will kick things off with a tone setter—Cheryl Caesars Aftermath. Caesar is a writer, teacher of writing and visual artist living in Lansing, Michigan. She is an associate professor at Michigan State University and does research and advocacy for culturally-responsive pedagogy. 

Aftermath first appeared in Across the Margin. Cheryl’s chapbook of protest poetry Flatman (Thurston Howl Publications) is available from Amazon


Other artwork and verse has appeared in journals including Abergavenny Small Press Literary Journal, After the Pause, Angel Rust Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, Breathe Everyone!, Datura Literary Journal, Fresh Words, The Gorko Gazette, Graphic Violence Lit, The Highland Park Poetry Challenge, Last Leaves Magazines, Plants and Poetry Journal, Poetic Sun, Punk Monk Magazine, Silver Birch Press, They Call Us Feminist Literary Magazine, Thimble Literary Magazine, and The Washington Square Review

 Aftermath 

On the first day our Facebook pages went black. 

We drove to work through a film of tears 

and hugged each other in the hallways, unashamed,

and in the women’s room. We talked about renewing passports,

and families in Canada. We avoided referring

to the beginning of The Handmaid’s Tale. We went

on to meet our classes, or conference with students

who complained, “I didn’t know

this assignment would be so evidence-based.” 

We kept our blurry eyes front, and flowed

through the day on a current of work and love. 

 

On the second day, we posted galaxies and poems

of resistance on Facebook, and the numbers

of suicide hotlines. And Joplin’s “Solace” was playing

on WKAR on the way in, and the sun

reached a few gentle fingers through the clouds.

 So at work we taped the resistance poems

to the inside stall doors in the women’s room. 

In the halls we wondered how the Refugee

Development Center was doing, how we could help. 

         We went on to conference with students who said, 

“I just kinda smushed two facts and two sources together,”

for the sake of convenience. 

 

And we slept several hours each night, albeit 

          with Ambien, which we had been off for three months. 

And now I have to admit that I have no idea

whether anyone has gone back on Ambien but me. 

But it feels so much better, stronger, safer, to say “we,”

like Offred in The Handmaid’s Tale, explaining, 

“We put the butter on our skin.” She had no idea either. 

But a friend had posted on Facebook, “This is no reason

to break your sobriety,” so I know others are tempted 

to temporary oblivion, and I kind of smush

the facts together.  Which is I guess

a definition of fiction. On Monday I will see

 

the fact-smushing student, and tell him, 

“So maybe research is not your jam.  Maybe you prefer

fiction. But in these times, submerged in a flood

of information, wouldn’t it be good to have a few tools

to tell the difference?” I hope it will work.  I hope

he still believes in some kind of truth. Yesterday he wrote,

“I used a reliable source but the facts were wrong. I learned

not to trust the internet.”

 —Cheryl Caesar

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

The Blog Goes on Hiatus this Week


 With our annual Murfin Winter Holidays Music Festival just wound up Heretic, Rebel a Thing to Flout will take a rare hiatus from regular posts  this week.  Your elderly scribe and editor needs all of his time to concentrate on all of the arrangements and chores for the Poets in Resistance Again program this Saturday, January 11 from 7-10 pm at the Tree of Life UU Congregation, 5603 Bull Valley Road in McHenry.  

It’s a ton of work and both my balky and buggy computer and the inept operator make it slow and difficult work.  Not complaining—just the way it is. 

You will see a post or two directly relating to the program.

Regular service will resume next week, probably MondayFrequent flyers will not lose interrupted miles.




Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Technical Glitch, Your Blog Service May be Effected

 Here at Heretic, Rebel, a Thing to Flout we are experiencing technical difficulties that make posting new blog entries extremely difficult.  For nearly a week your techno idiot proprietor has been struggling with the inability to use and cut/copy/paste functions.  My mouse is not working so I can only use my keyboard and and touch screen.  This means that posts must be typed in and formatted directly in the Blogger editor and not just pasted in from an original Word document.  For long posts that is very time consuming especially if I have to also type the whole document in Word to save for my archives and possible future use.

Your service will not be interrupted if you access our daily post by links from my Facebook timeline or from any of the Facebook groups where I frequently share content.  Going into Thanksgiving and the launch of the Annual Murfin Winter Holidays Music Festival I will post blog entries from earlier entries.  

Hopefully the issue here will be soon resolved to make new original posts and up-dates and edits much easier.  Thanks for your patience.

Sunday, November 12, 2023

We Stand Corrected—Diwali Really Starts Today


A month ago, I glanced at the Dollar Store wall calendar tacked next to my desk.  It showed the beginning of the Hindu Festival of Diwali as October 12.  I leaped into action and dusted off a semi regular post about the celebration and put it up on Heretic, Rebel, a Thing to Flout.  Unfortunately, the esteemed Chinese publisher of discount calendars failed to update Diwali for 2023.  There are deep lessons of research and confirmations for the crow-eating Old Man.

Other than the date screwup the original post is still a reasonable presentation of the joyous festival.  If you missed it the first time visit  Celebrating the Victory of Light Over Darkness Diwali is a Festival of Light

Tuesday, September 6, 2022

The Blog is Going on Hiatus This Week—On Vacation

Heretic, Rebel, a Thing to Flout is going on hiatus for a few days while the proprietor and Chief Blowhard takes some R&R in Door County, Wisconsin with Kathy Brady-Murfin.  Will post pictures from new cell phone camera on Facebook.  Your regular programing should resume Sunday, September 11.

 


Thursday, May 12, 2022

Blog on Temporary Hiatus


Due to serious technical issues Heretic, Rebel a Thing to Flout will be on temporary hiatus for—I hope—a short time.  I was locked out of Facebook, the primary means I have for promoting the blog and connecting with readers through post links on my Timeline and in several interest groups.  Not only am I locked out, but Facebook security has completely removed my account including removing every post I have made in the last 16 years, my nearly 1,500 friends list, access to pages and groups to which I administer, and hundreds of photos.

In case I cannot get my original account restored, I have created a new account.  Please accept new friend requests from me and send me a friend request if you don’t get one.  Also if you are a member of any of the groups I regularly post to, please link to this blog. try and add me as a member if you are able


New Facebook security measures are a nightmare.  I spent all day yesterday trying every FB suggestion to re-authorize my account multiple times and the Lords of the Metaverse offer no way to speak to a human for help.  I am not the only person who has been affected by this—I know of others, especially the marginally tech savvy and elderly who have also fallen victim.  

 

Monday, February 15, 2021

Looking Back at Barack for Presidents Day—Focus on Black History 2021

It has been painful to observe Presidents Day while the former resident of the White House defiled and besmirched the office.  Inauguration Day finally put an end to that nightmare, but not before an attempted insurrection and additional national trauma. His post term impeachment prolonged the agony and ended with a fizzle.  The new guy, Joe Biden seems decent and capable without all of the storm und drang.  It is too early to assess Biden’s place in history, but he seems to be off to a fast start systematically dismantling the worst of his predecessor’s outrages on the American people, the world, and the environment.  But this year on Presidents Day it is easy to turn to Biden’s old boss, Barack Obama during this Black History Month.  

It was White backlash and dark money that propelled the former Cheeto-in-charge into office.  A barely competent egomaniac and sociopath replaced a President known for his thoughtfulness, erudition, compassion, and competence. 

In his new Book Barack Obama reviews his first Presidential campaign and term in office.

Obama was not perfect.  I have been reading his latest best-selling memoir A Promised Land covering his first presidential campaign and first term.  He seems to recognize that his hopes for bipartisanship in reaching his policy goals were thwarted by Congressional Republicans, especially Mitch McConnell and that he spent far too long trying to deal with them.  Only late in his second term did he turn to use of executive orders and other tools to do an end run around the Senate blockade.

More disappointing was his wide-spread use of drone attacks often resulting in heavy civilian casualties in the elusive war on terror and far too many regional conflicts.  His motivation was to reduce the risks and exposure to American troops on the ground but he remained mired in neo-con aggression of George W. Bush.

Sill, looking back so many of us are nostalgic, and with good reason, for the Obama presidency.

Today we will turn the clock back to January of 2007 as Obama’s first Presidential campaign was just getting off of the ground.  This blog, Heretic, Rebel, a Thing to Flout was then on Live Journal and had a pitifully small audience.  That didn’t stop an audacious endorsement of the then Senator from Illinois.  This is what I wrote way back then…

Yesterday, January 16th, Senator Barak Obama announced he was going to run for the Democratic Party nomination for the Presidency—almost.  In the elaborate dance made necessary by custom, the arcane labyrinth of Federal election law, and the urgency of fund raising, the Senator from Illinois firmly put his right foot on the ballroom floor.

In an e-mail to supporters the Senator announced the formation of an exploratory committee, the necessary first step which allows serious fund raising.  He promises to follow up with a formal announcement of his eagerly awaited candidacy on February 10th.

The announcement came a day after another acclaimed Obama speech to the annual Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day celebration at the Push/Rainbow Coalition in Chicago.  With modesty, humor, and dignity Obama laid out how he rising generation stood on the shoulders of Dr. King and other civil rights pioneers and martyrs.  He extolled their achievement, but left no doubt that the fulfillment of their vision remains the challenge of the.  It was a great speech.  But then we have come to expect great speeches from this man.

Obama is unique among all of the political figures I have known or observed in my life time.  Years before he rose to national prominence following his keynote address to the 2004 Democratic National Convention, people who met the skinny young politician even for a few minutes went away muttering to themselves that they had shaken hands with a future president.  He had that kind of effect on people.

 

In 2003 Barack Obama was a little known Illinois State Senator when he threw his hat in a crowed ring to run fir the U.S. Senate. 

I know he did on me.  In a chance encounter in the dust outside the dispersing Democrat Day Rally at the Illinois State Fair in 2003 Diane Oltman-Ayers introduced me to an acquaintance, a young state senator from Chicago.  He was known to be joining the crowded field running for the upcoming Senate nomination in 2004.  He was quite alone and with no entourage.  At the time I was the lowly vice-chair of the then puny McHenry County Democratic Party, a figure of next to zero political influence.  Yet he engaged us in conversation for about twenty minutes displaying a keen recognition of the political challenges and realities ahead of him and a close and carefully reasoned grasp of complex issues all wrapped up in a warm and witty personality.

I came away quite frankly dazzled by the experience.  But with that power of shrewd political prognostication, for which I am so well noted, was saddened that such an outstanding and in a web site posting candidate had no chance for election because of his unfortunate name.  In the primary election that followed, I signed on early in support of radio host and liberal activist Nancy Skinner’s doomed candidacy.  I recognized I had placed the wrong bet by mid-campaign.  I felt compelled to honor my original commitment to Skinner, but on Election Day was elated by Obama’s victory.

His unprecedented sweep to victory in the November election by an historic margin laid to rest any doubts.  The Convention speech came as no surprise to us in Illinois, it only served to introduce him to a larger stage.

The Freshman Senator’s rise was meteoric.  He was mentioned as a possible Presidential contender before his bags were fairly un-packed in Washington.  He was the object of sometimes idolizing press coverage.  Meanwhile he tried to keep his head down, lower expectations, and get on with the job of learning to be an effective senator.

But as the disastrous Residency of George W. Bush unraveled, Democrats from across the country turned increasingly to Obama.  As did many ordinary Americans of all races and regions, with whom he struck a responsive chord.  Talk of the Presidency could no longer be gainsaid.

Of course the higher Obama soared, he invited a chorus of skeptics.  Many painted him as a matinee idol, unproven in the Senate or in crisis, a mere cipher whose true opinions and positions remained veiled.

But those who came to know him recognized that the senator was indeed the real deal.  He has a piercing intelligence coupled with a strong work ethicColleges in the State Senate and the U.S. Senate both soon came to recognize that he was thoroughly prepared on every subject and willing to work hard, including reaching across the aisle to ideological opponents, to work out practical solutions for thorny problems.

His noted oratorical skills, in an age when the political speech has largely been replaced as an art form by the 30 second sound bite, rests not only on the strength of his magnetic personality, but on the depth of capacity as a writer.  No American politician since Lincoln has been so literarily gifted.  It shows not just in his speeches, but in his two best-selling memoirs.

The right-wing posse of radio ranters, cable talking heads, and scriveners planted by important sounding think tanks, fear Obama as they fear no other Democrat.  They dream of running against the hated Hillary, but he sends shivers up their spines.  Yet they are reduced to drawing attention to his name and hinting that his father’s Islam makes him an un-trustworthy jihadist mole in American politics.  Or that a minor, but straightforward, real estate transaction with an Illinois political bag man tied to the Blagojevich administration, might tarnish his image as an honest straight shooter.  But it is futile.  In the end they have to fall back on the unspoken hope that in their heart of hearts once inside the voting booth most white voters will be unable to pull a vote for a black man as President—the Harold Ford effect. But this time, they are wrong. Which is why for the first time Heretic, Rebel, a Thing to Flout is proud to put all of its mighty influence and resources at the disposal of Senator Obama.  We want to be among the first media outlets to unreservedly endorse Obama for President of the United States. 

Across the nation, Democratic operatives for other candidates especially Hillary Clinton quake in their boots as they realize the awesome implications of this endorsement.

Either because or despite the Heretic, Rebel. a Thing to Flout, endorsement, things worked out for Obama.

But then again so will some of Obama’s staff people when they realize that their boy has been endorsed in a blog named Heretic, Rebel. a Thing to Flout, obviously the creation of some wild-eyed misfit somewhere.

Yet we press boldly forward and invite all of our dozens of faithful readers to join in our support of the Next President of the United States.

 

 

Monday, December 3, 2018

The Annual Murfin Winter Holidays Music Festival Moves to This Blog





For some years now, dating back to the storied antiquity of Facebook some folks have been enjoying—or tolerating the Annual Murfin Winter Holidays Music Festival.  This year we are moving the venue to Heretic, Rebel, a Thing to Flout.  Facebook users will still see notifications and links but now faithful devotees of this electronic rag can participate as well.
It works like this.  Every year beginning on the First Sunday of Advent—delayed this year by the proprietor’s hospital stay—until the Feast of the Epiphany—the Day of the Three Kings on January 6, I will post a seasonal song, not only sacred and secular Christmas favorites, but song celebrating the many winter festival observed during this time of year including Hanukkah, St. Nicholas Day, Santa Lucia, Winter Solstice, Boxing Day, and New Years.  I try to mix up the familiar with what might not be so well known including songs from different cultures and new music.  Of course there will be plenty of time and space for the old chestnuts.   Regular followers know that I am especially fond of the secular songs of the Golden Age of American Christmas Music which stretched roughly from the early 1930’s to the late 1970’s.
I am also eager to get suggestions and requests.  You can message me on Facebook, e-mail pmurfin@scbglobal.net , or post a comment to a blog entry.
Hanukkah began last evening with the lighting of the first candle on the Menorah at sundown.  This celebration of the miracle of light that occurred when Judah Maccabee liberated the Temple in Jerusalem but only had enough purified oil to burn one night.  But the oil was enough to light the Menorah for 8 days until more could be ritually purified.  It is a joyful celebration of liberation and of enduring through dark and dangerous times.  It is primarily observed privately over eight days in Jewish homes rather than being a synagogue ritual.  It is especially treasured because it persisted through the darkest hours of the Holocaust and was even secretly kept in Nazi death camps.
Today we will begin with a selection taken from the album Hanukkah Songs—a comprehensive collection of Hanukkah songs. including songs in Hebrew, English and Yiddish featuring traditional and folk performances by leading artists from Israel.