Chim, Chim, Chiree

A recent Op-Ed piece in the New York Times suggested, maybe it was time to scrutinize the Mary Poppins musical for unfair portrayal of African-Americans.

Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke will always be the main characters in my thinking. What was it about the two loveable chimney sweeps, the NYT author found offensive?

They danced and sang with soot smeared on their faces. Did the production deserve to be painted as racist?  Main characters, who were white, danced across rooftops.  Was it too similar to minstrel shows, where whites in blackface, exaggerated African-American speech and mannerisms for the sake of humor?

I didn’t see the connection. And from an informal survey, I don’t think very many other people did, either.  This fanciful, musical, romp from the past did not smack of racial insensitivity, in my opinion.  If the author’s intent was to be controversial, for controversies sake, It certainly fit the bill.

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Time Standards

Red Rover, Red Rover
Send that missing
Hour, right over
The one, that disappeared
Last spring–except it didn’t
Really go anywhere
Other village people
Demanded proof
the hour would return
as promised
“It will get here–
when, It gets here.”
Exclaimed village elders
“Don’t ask us to repeat”

 

Saturday Ravings Post

Common enemies
Procrastination
Fast talking somnambulists
Still clad in footy pajamas
Remembered when
Five bucks, bought
A lot more junk
Demanded–cold, hard, cash
Asked questions
Without clear answers
Whatever happened to?
Who was stronger
Fearless Fly or Mighty Mouse?
Could one escape a runaway elevator
by jumping up before it hit the bottom?
Why not talk to strangers?

 

Telephone Salvation (Encore Presentation)

seance 2

One size fits all, misfits

Screamed, indulge me!

Make me happy!

Boys from Possum Junction

Veronicas from Pecatonica

Sat around the parlor table

In a séance, for miscreants

Conjured spirits, of

Recently departed ambitions

Contemplated, turning points

Of contention, where, how, when

Relationships went askew

Deliberations, starved

For attention

Couldn’t make up, for

What, wasn’t there

Folded arms–a few stifled yawns later

Cautious glances, at watches

Last words, soon forgotten

Boredom ended, with

Telephone salvation