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Dolly Parton: Greater than Country Music Legend: A Vaccine for National Vertigo

29 Aug

As with so many others I mourned the death of Dolly Parton, for the brashly vibrant lyrics and melodies, for her unapologetic rural roots and luminous sensibility, for being an icon for the country as well as ‘queen’ of country music, for unforgettable films, above all ‘9 to 5’ that brought joy while delivering a radical message affirming working women, for Dollywood, for dedicated philanthropy faithful to her spiritual background in the impoverished hills of rural Tennessee, culminating a life of off-camera decency, empathy, and passion. Her gifts of versatility was self-acknowledged by titling her memoir A Coat of Many Colors.

Without faltering, she told us, ‘be all that you can be.’ But not by relying on blind luck or some invisible hand that gives us guidance through life. Dolly Parton’s message was more personal: “Find out who you are, then do it with purpose.’ Her spontaneous non-judgmental acceptance of difference was an eloquent dialectical response to grassroots intolerance still rampant in Northern stereotype of the South..

With an illiterate sharecropper as her father and a loving mother who pushed her to be all she could be by nurturing her musical gifts, allowing Dolly to sing in public, and become a local performer by the age of ten. As a child Dolly lived among a loving, contented, yet struggling backwoods Tennessee family in a simple cottage without electricity or running water. She moved to urban Nashville to pursue a singing and songwriting career while still a teenager, but never lost pride in her rural roots.

All this, and more, is what led to the rechristening of Dolly Parton as an ‘earth angel.’ This helped make her death such a soul-scorching event for America at this dark time of migrant scapegoating, ICE torture and death centers, genocidal complicity, foreign warmongering, climate denialism and ecocidal governance, necrophiliac and narcissistic leadership, and new brands of civil war revivalism. This descent of the country into toxic forms of polarization is the opposite of what made the live and let live spirit of Dolly Parton’s country music and universal values  so inspirational including for many whose sensibilities were formed by the rhythms of urban live.

Although Dolly Parton thought with her dreams, existential America’s reality while not then a ceaseless nightmare still had far to go, but at least until recently seemed mostly to do better by stages at home and in the world. True, America continued to resist clarifying its mythic beginnings as the shining city on the hill by an overdue embrace of historical truthtelling. Rather than being refugees from European persecution America from its beginning was  the birthplace afflicted by hubris and hypocrisy. The lionized founders of the republic were educated male patricians. Their legacy is falsely glorified as ‘the home of the free, and the land of the brave.’ It extended its nation-building by the coercive seizure of the land and birthright homeland identities and inherent rights of native Americans and further corrupted by a dependence in large parts of the federal republic on slave labor and on abused immigrant workers to build its economic powerhouse, an industrial powerhouse no longer able to cope with its technological creativity.

Dolly Parton’s death for me is not only a time of grief and remembrance but also an occasion of reflection on what this country has become and is becoming, with a growing awareness here and everywhere that it menaces humanity’s future, including its own. Not a time to sit back while celebrating the legacies of our national earth angels without recollecting tactics of resistance and emancipatory visions of revolution.

In this spirit, Dolly Parton’s life is resonant with her humanity and inclusiveness when it comes to personal identity, human rights, and choices of lifestyle.  We can best honor her passing by heeding her life as well as by being thrilled anew by her many great songs of love, unity, equity, and sheer joy. It could become a potent fertilizer and symbolic stimulus for a better national and human future that now seems so elusive throughout the land. This celebration of the phenomenon of Dolly Parton can thus become more than a sentimental remembrance, but also a teaching moment of lasting significance. 

Three Poems of Struggle Against ‘The Dying of the Light’

15 Dec

[Prefatory Note: These three recent poems of mine are published here as a humble seasonal offering that is both alarmed by the ambience of darkness and encouraged by glimmers. Poetry is also my mode of speaking when normal language is stymied by unspeakable happenings. For me poetry–whether read or written is a valuable resource for me. I self-published a book of poems a few years ago with the title Waiting for Rainbows. I find myself still waiting. Read with gentle eyes.]

The End of the Road?

I yearn to know

                                    the future

                                    and yet

                                                      my dreams

                                                      seem grayer

                                                      than an overcast sky

                                    crystal balls

                                                      roll toward

                                                      the sea

                                                      clouded over

                                                      of no use

a captivity of time

                                                      thou shall not

                                                      pass this gate

                                                      now never

                                                      thou shall not

KNOW

Condemned to die

                                                      At this gate

                                                      barring entry

                                                      ghosted by

                                                      eternal

                                                      curiosity

What is to come            

                                                      will be foretold

                                                      after a light

                                                      from above

                                                      or within

                                                      shines green

                                                      by day

                                                      and night

                                                      through all        

                                                      seasons

at the end of the road

                                                      where you

                                                      will be 

                                                      waiting

                                                      and only

                                                      for me

Richard Falk

Yalikavak, Turkey

August 19, 2025

Rev. December 15, 2025

Aspiring Royalism

                                                      As if a crown prince

                                                                        impatient

                                                                                          for a crown to

                                                                                                            fall from heaven

                                                                                                                              a dark miracle

landing on his head

                                                      Not accidentally

                                                      Nor dynastically

                                                      The American way

                                                                        stealth and wealth

                                                                                          overt crime

                                                                                                            as needed

                                                      Upending history

                                                                        is part of the story

                                                                                          after all

                                                                                                            if the Confederacy

                                                                                                                              is reborn

                                                      Why not the American Revolution

                                                                        an outworn pride

                                                                                          to restore the worst

                                                                                                            to renounce the best

                                                      Keeping the pomp

                                                                        hiding the circumstance

                                                                                          indulging in state dinners

                                                                                                            while being indulged

By the ghost royalty

                                                                        of a dying kingdom

                                                                                          and dying king

                                                                                                            the pageantry

                                                                                                                              alone survives

This is America

                                                                        where kings ascend the throne

                                                                                          by stealth and wealth

                                                      No need for coronations

                                                                        or dynastic entitlements

                                                                                          in MAGA Amerika

                                                      Enough to glow

                                                                        in pale light    

                                                                                          cast by reigning

                                                                                                            oligarchs

                                                      Reinventing

                                                                        the glitter with guns

                                                                                          swag and swagger

                                                                                                            of salutes and sheiks

                                                      Farewell to nightmares

                                                                        of freedom and equality

                                                                                          diversity inclusion

                                                                                                            remembering forgetting

At this time                                                                                              

once proud citizens

                                                                                          bend their knees

                                                                                                            comply by plunder

                                                      This is not America

                                                      This is the New America

                                                      Like the New Middle East

                                                      The sun no longer rises

                                                      Over deserts of the spirit

                                                      Darkness prevails

                                                                        glimmers of light

                                                                                          here and there

                                                                                                            signposts of hope

                                                      Awaiting coronations

                                                                        of evil before

                                                                                          the next dawn

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                                                      Richard Falk

                                                      September 21, 2025

                                                      Yalikavak, Turkey/Rev. December 15, 2025

Advice to a Novice Poet

Why waste words seeking truth

                                                                        or beauty

                                                                        on these arid

                                                                        starless nights

My ancient brain

                                    instructs

My heart shuts down

                                    as storm clouds

Gather above the earth

                                    hauntingly

Dooming human destiny

                                    endangered

As never before

                                    even more

As endangered as

snow leopards

With no church bells ringing

                                    stillness seems better

Hanging out in gardens

                                    clinging to solitude

On lookout for wildfires

here and there

Daydreaming about truth and trust

                                    amid lies and bluffs

While mighty men play losers poker

                                    with our future

Grifters who rarely smile

                                    preside prevail

Claiming their toxic farts

                                    a rare perfume

Always performing

                                    partying at gallows

Satanic antics beneath

                                    a blood-stained moon

Richard Falk

August 16, 2025, rev. December 15, 2025

Yalikavak, Turkey

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CHOOSING NAMES: parenting begins

15 Apr

[Prefatory Note: This poem was initially published in TRANSCEND Media Service (TMS) on April 14, 2025. It is by the Hawaiian poet, Puanani Burgess, who also engages in healing and reconciliation activities. It made me think that we who have brought children into the world have often been complacent when it comes to giving them names, which can be lifelong gifts or unwanted challenges. When we name our child it ideally manifests love and our hopes, offering guidance at the unconscious levels of being, and if lucky, of becoming, telling us of who we are and wish to be. I thank Puanani Burgess for making me think of naming as our initial, sometimes pre-natally expressed, act of parenting.]

Choosing My Name

                        Puanani Burgess

When I was born my mother gave me three names:
Christabelle, Yoshie, and Puanani
Christabelle was my “English” name,
My social security card name,
My school name,
The name I gave when teachers asked me for my “real” name
A safe name

Yoshie was my home name
My everyday name,
The name that reminded my father’s family
That I was Japanese, even though
My nose, hips, and feet were wide,
The name that made me acceptable to them
Who called my Hawaiian mother kuroi mame (black bean),
A saving name

Puanani is my chosen name
My piko name connecting me back to the ‘āina
And the kai and the po’e kahiko
My blessing, my burden,
My amulet, my spear

                        Puanani Burgess

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Hawaiian Word Definitions:

  • kuroi = black
  • ‘aina = land
  • piko = belly button
  • kai = ocean
  • po’e kahiko = ancestors

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“Choosing My Name” is a poem written by Hawaiian author, Puanani Burgess. It can be found in her book, Growing Up Local: An anthology of poetry and prose from Hawai’i.

Puanani Burgess (1947 -2024) was a poet, priest, aunty, and friend to many. She was a community activist in the Native Hawaiian sovereignty movement for over fifty years. As the designer and facilitator for Building the Beloved Community – a process that brings ceremony, storytelling, and circles of trust and respect – Aunty Pua shared Native Hawaiian practices throughout the world to bring healing and reconciliation. She served as the Myles and Zilphia Horton Chair for the Highlander Research and Education Center in Tennessee and as a community scholar in residence at the Department of Urban and Regional Planning at the University of Hawai’i. Aunty Pua was an ordained Zen Buddhist priest in the International Daihonzan Chozen-ji.

“You want to make a difference? Then start by looking within.” – Aunty Puanani Burgess