{"id":1401,"date":"2014-05-22T01:29:15","date_gmt":"2014-05-22T01:29:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/?p=1401"},"modified":"2017-08-29T20:39:59","modified_gmt":"2017-08-29T20:39:59","slug":"two-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/2014\/05\/22\/two-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Memorial Day Weekend is almost upon us.&nbsp; Traditionally that&#39;s a huge day on the SF convention calendar, and one that usually finds me off at one con or another.&nbsp; Indeed, Parris flew off this morning, and is now in Kansas City with old friends and new, preparing to enjoy Conquest, one of our very favorite small regional conventions.&nbsp; (I&#39;m not with her.&nbsp; I&#39;m at home working.&nbsp; But don&#39;t feel too sorry for me, I get my own con next week, when I travel to Charlotte for ConCarolinas).<\/p>\n<p>Much as I enjoy the holiday aspects of Memorial Day, however, I try not to lose sight of the day&#39;s true meaning &#8212; to remember those who have fought and fallen in defense of our country.<\/p>\n<p>I was never a warrior.&nbsp; I served in VISTA, not the Army or Air Force, and I opposed the Vietnam War.&nbsp; But I have written a good deal about war and warriors, and read even more about those subjects.&nbsp; Together with Gardner Dozois (a Vietnam era vet), I edited WARRIORS, a mammoth anthology of stories about war and the men and women who fight them.&nbsp; The glories and horrors of war lie at the very center of A SONG OF ICE &amp; FIRE.<\/p>\n<p>Way back in grade school, like many other lads of my generation, I was taught to recite one of the classic poems of those subjects: Alfred, Lord Tennyson&#39;s CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.&nbsp;&nbsp; I don&#39;t think they teach that in grade school any more, so maybe some of you younger folks have never heard it.<\/p>\n<p>&lt;lj-embed id=&#8221;442&#8243; \/&gt;<\/p>\n<p>Stirring stuff, even now.&nbsp;&nbsp; As a kid, I found it enormously moving.&nbsp; I can still remember chanting those lines in class, surrounded by the other kids, all of our voices joining as one.&nbsp; (Do they still recite poems aloud in grade school?&nbsp; Somehow I doubt it).<\/p>\n<p>It was not until many years later, however &#8212; until college &#8212; that I first encountered the reply to Tennyson&#39;s ode, penned a generation later by Rudyard Kipling.&nbsp; It moved me to tears the first time I read it, and it still does, all these years later.&nbsp; Some things never change (sadly, sadly)&#8230; and with the VA scandal and America&#39;s treatment of its own veterans very much in the news, Kipling&#39;s poem remains as topical today as it was then.<\/p>\n<p>So here&#39;s the second act, the part that comes after the glory.&nbsp; Kipling&#39;s THE LAST OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.<\/p>\n<p>&lt;lj-embed id=&#8221;443&#8243; \/&gt;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;So on this Memorial Day, here&#39;s to the poets&#8230; and to all the warriors.&nbsp; Let us honor the dead, by all means&#8230; but let us remember the living too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Memorial Day Weekend is almost upon us.&nbsp; Traditionally that&#39;s a huge day on the SF convention calendar, and one that usually finds me off at one con or another.&nbsp; Indeed, Parris flew off this morning, and is now in Kansas City with old friends and new, preparing to enjoy Conquest, one of our very favorite [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[58],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1401"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1401"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1401\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1402,"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1401\/revisions\/1402"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1401"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1401"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/georgerrmartin.com\/notablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1401"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}