Bob Schwartz

Toronto Blue Jays are champions of the AMERICAN League

The Toronto Blue Jays have won the championship of the MLB American League, heading to the World Series against the Los Angeles Dodgers.

When the Arizona Diamondbacks (National League champion in 2023) failed to make this year’s playoffs, I temporarily moved my fandom for this season to the Toronto Blue Jays.

Why? Because I already liked our North American neighbor Canada, but when Trump began his campaign of disdain and disrespect—idiotically suggesting that it should become the 51st state—I became a bigger Canada supporter and promoter.

It is still a question whether the Blue Jays can defeat the Dodgers, though it would be great to have a Canadian team as world champion of the American game (they have before, 31 years ago).

I am guessing that some MAGA people, often uninformed and irrational, will clamor for this Canadian team to be excluded entirely from Major League Baseball. Or, alternatively, will push harder for Canada as a 51st state.

I’m not saying that if you don’t love Trump you should love the Blue Jays. I’m not not saying that. Maybe you love LA, maybe you love the Dodgers. It’s a free country?

All I’m saying is that the Blue Jays are a very good baseball team, that Canada is a very good independent country with lots to recommend it, so rooting for the Blue Jays is worth considering. O Canada! Go Canada!

© 2025 Bob Schwartz

In-Ear Monitors (IEMs): A cautionary tale

I have been listening to music through ear devices for decades. Being older, that includes single-earphones cabled to a monoraul, low-fi transistor radio.

Over the years, as stereo devices—radios, players, phones—took over, I’ve had many different personal listening tools. Wired, wireless, over the ear, in the ear.

When it comes to amplified music, through speakers or earphones, I have good ears but not smart or genius ears. I would never call myself an audiophile, and neither would those who call themselves audiophiles. But I know better sound when I hear it, so I’m willing to go a little above the bottom tier of amps and speakers, but not a lot.

Spotify, my music streamer of choice, finally is offering what it calls lossless audio. It is not the absolute highest level of audio that other services offer, but it is very good.

There is a small issue about lossless for those who listen, as I mostly do, via Bluetooth. Bluetooth cannot carry lossless, though even degraded it is still high quality. But I did want to try out this new level, and the only way to do that is through wires, to speakers or to earphones.

I still do use wired earphones sometimes, nice but plain vanilla ones (that is, relatively inexpensive). When I looked around, I discovered something that audio people know all about, but as I said, I am not that audio guy.

In-ear monitors (IEMs) are often used by music professionals, on stage or in studio, because the fidelity is greater. To put it in simple terms, they are like tiny powerful speakers you put in your ears.

I got a very modest ($18) pair of IEMs from a reputable tech company. The sound is as good as promised. The lossless audio really does sound better, even to an inexpert ear.

Now the issue, which I could have figured out if I had thought. Instructions for standard earphones and headphones warn about high volume, which they should. But the instructions for these spent lots of time on the matter.

After I tried them, I knew why. I always keep the volume down. Years ago, with earphones in, I accidentally plugged in with my device at unsafe volume and, in the vernacular, I blew my ears out. It was not permanent, but it was a warning.

When I started listening through these IEMs, at a safe low volume, trying out a few classical tracks, it was great. But when I took them out, I felt a bit the way you do after a very loud live concert.

I checked it out, and indeed, IEMs, when used too loud or too often, can cause hearing loss. Which, if you go back to something I said before, is not a surprise, since these are like tiny powerful speakers in your ears.

What now? Is the extra bit of audio quality worth it, or should I just be listening to this excellent audio through speakers or less dangerous earphones?

A lot of star musical artists have lost their hearing because of their art. I am not a star or musical artist, standing among columns of speakers, playing to millions. I’m definitely not Beethoven. I’m just a guy who loves listening to music.

The new IEMs are sitting here. Will I use them again? We’ll see. And hear.

Trump only needs ONE of the nine universities to accept the higher education compact

At this moment, six of the nine universities who were offered the White House deal to get money in exchange for losing control of their schools have turned it down. Only the University of Arizona, Vanderbilt University and the University of Texas are still considering it. Today is a deadline, so by the time you read this, there may be more decisions made.

Strategically, while the White House would be happy with all or most of the schools accepting the agreement, Trump can be okay if only one university accepts. Here’s why:

The accepting school or schools will be showered—flooded—with federal money in ridiculous amounts. Meanwhile, the schools that rejected the offer will see funds dry up. This will serve as a terrorizing demonstration, a tactic that Trump continues to use in a variety of domains, global and domestic. Not just a high-powered version of carrot and stick. A threat, a warning, of what could happen to those who don’t comply with whatever the latest demand is.

To use the coarse language that Trump sometimes uses in public, and probably uses frequently in private, he wants to show resistant universities that he is not fucking around. He isn’t.

The Poetry of Citizenry

“You are Whitman, you are Poe, you are Mark Twain, you are Emily Dickinson and Edna St. Vincent Millay, you are Neruda and Mayakovsky and Pasolini, you are an American or a non-American, you can conquer the conquerors with words.”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poetry as Insurgent Art

“There is a strong underground tradition of the poetry of engagement, which we might also call the poetry of citizenzry.”
Edward Hirsch, A Poet’s Glossary

“Poetry, an act of the imagination, is subject to historical forces, but it also talks back to history. The idea of witnessing should be widened to go beyond the documentary response to events. ‘I am the man . . . I suffered . . . I was there,’ Walt Whitman declared. A broad imaginative sympathy was part of his lived experience.”
Edward Hirsch, A Poet’s Glossary

I’ve written before about poetry as insurgent art, a term used by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Here I add to the conversation with three entries from A Poet’s Glossary by Edward Hirsch—an essential book for those who read write study or teach poetry.

It is no surprise to regular readers that I think these are extraordinary times. And that I think people in all quarters should consider the ways they can help right the ship and steer it in a different direction. That is, all hands on deck, including poets.

How well that works, or whether it works at all, is to be determined. But as the student Sophie Scholl said of her tiny but morally mighty White Rose resistance movement in Nazi Germany, which boldly distributed simple leaflets, “Somebody, after all, had to make a start.” As well poets as anyone else.


From A Poet’s Glossary by Edward Hirsch:

political poetry

Poetry of social concern and conscience, politically engaged poetry. The feeling often runs high in the social poetry of engagement, especially when it is partisan. Poets write on both sides of any given war, defend the State, attack it. All patriotic and nationalistic poetry is by definition political. Political poetry, ancient and modern, good and bad, frequently responds vehemently to social injustice. Thus the poet is Jeremiah crying out to the assembly to witness the folly, unprecedented in both West (Cyprus) and East (Kedar), of a people who have forsaken the fountain of living waters for the stagnant water at the bottom of a leaky cistern. The Lamentations of Jeremiah, a series of poems mourning the desolation of Jerusalem and the sufferings of her people after the siege and destruction of the city and the burning of theTemple by the Babylonians, is also a political poem.

Strabo came up with the label stasiotika (“stasis-poems”) for Alcaeus’s partisan songs, political poems, which are propagandistic poems of civil war and exile, accounts of his political commitments. The premise of political poetry is that poetry carries “news” or information crucial to the populace. Political poetry is a poetry self-consciously written inside of history, of politics. It responds to external events. “Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry,” W. H. Auden famously decreed in his elegy for W. B. Yeats, and so, too, we might say that the madness of any country’s brutality has often wounded its poets into a political response in poetry. “I stand as a witness to the common lot, / survivor of that time, that place,” Anna Akhmatova wrote in 1961. Behind the poem in quest of justice, these lines from Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra (1623): “our size of sorrow, / Proportion’d to our cause, must be as great / As that which makes it.”

There is an ephemeral quality to a lot of political poetry—most of it dies with the events it responds to—but a political poem need not be a didactic poem. It can be a poem of testimony and memory. For the best political poems of the twentieth century, I think of Vahan Tekeyan’s poems of the Armenian genocide; of the Spanish Civil War poet Miguel Hernandez’s haunting prison poems, especially “Lullaby of the Onion” (1939); and the Turkish poet Nazim Hikmet’s equally poignant prison poems, especially “On Living” (1948) and “Some Advice to Those Who Will Spend Time in Prison” (1949); of Bertolt Brecht’s World War II poems and Nelly Sachs’s Holocaust poems. I think of the Italian poet Cesare Pavese’s testimonies to ordinary people in trouble, Hard Labor (Lavorare stanca, 1936), and Pablo Neruda’s epic testament, Canto General (1950). I think of the many poems of indictment and summons, of land and liberty, collected in the Nigerian writer Wole Soyinka’s breakthrough anthology, Poems of Black Africa (1975).

There is a strong tradition in England of political poems. Edmund Spenser’s Complaints (1591) takes aim at social and political targets. John Milton wrote a series of pro-Cromwellian short poems in the 1640s and ’50s. Some of John Dryden’s greatest poetry was written in response to events, such as his two-part political satire Absalom and Achitophel (1681, 1682). William Wordsworth’s political poems are among his best, such as his sonnet “To Toussaint L’Ouverture” (1803), though a few of his late patriotic poems are also among his worst. Percy Bysshe Shelley’s The Mask of Anarchy (1819), which was “Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester” (“I met Murder on the way—/ He had a mask like Castlereagh”), is a frankly political poem that always gives me a chill. Elizabeth Barrett Browning published two striking books of political poetry during her Italian sojourn, Casa Guidi Windows (1850) and Poems Before Congress (1860). The most popular Victorian poet, Alfred, Lord Tennsyon, never distinguished between the personal and the political, the private and the public.

Political poetry has always seemed somewhat suspect in American literary history. “Our wise men and wise institutions assure us that national political events are beyond the reach of ordinary, or even extraordinary, literary sensitivity,” Robert Bly writes. Yet there is a strong underground tradition of the poetry of engagement, which we might also call the poetry of citizenzry. This runs from Walt Whitman’s political poems of the 1850s, which prefigure Leaves of Grass, and John Greenleaf Whittier’s Anti-Slavery Poems (1832–1887), to leftist poets of the 1930s (Kenneth Fearing, Edwin Rolfe, Muriel Rukeyser). The civil rights movement and the Vietnam War enraged poets, and, as Bly points out, some of the most inward poets, such as Robert Duncan, Denise Levertov, and Galway Kinnell, wrote some of the best poems against the Vietnam War. Most poetry of the 1940s and ’50s shunned politics, but Thomas McGrath (“Ode for the American Dead in Korea,” retitled in the early 1970s “Ode for the American Dead in Asia”) and Kenneth Rexroth (“A Christmas Note for Geraldine Udell,” 1949) bucked the trend. For forty years, Adrienne Rich was one of the most outspoken political poets in late twentieth-century American poetry, a model for a generation of political and activist poets. She went through several phases in relationship to polemics. She proposed a position that resists didacticism in “Power and Danger: Works of a Common Woman” (1978), her introduction to a collection of poems by Judy Grahn:

No true political poetry can be written with propaganda as an aim, to persuade others “out there” of some atrocity or injustice (hence the failure, as poetry, of so much anti-Vietnam poetry of the sixties). As poetry, it can come only from the poet’s need to identify her relationship to atrocities and injustice, the sources of her pain, fear, and anger, the meaning of her resistance.

protest poetry 

Poetry of dissent, of social criticism. It protests the status quo and tries to undermine established values and ideals. The protest poet is a rebellious citizen, speaking out, expressing disapproval of a political policy or social action. Protest poetry, the most earnest of genres, is timely, oppositional, reactive, urgent. It is an activist type of political poetry born from outrage and linked to social action. It turns poetry into a medium for polemics.

The reprehensible policy of apartheid in South Africa, which legislated racism, also stimulated a powerful tradition of protest poetry. The Zulu poet Herbert I. E. Dhlomo’s long poem Valley of a Thousand Hills (1941) is the most extended work of South African protest poetry. One thinks of the contributions of Dennis Brutus (1924–2009), whose work is brought together in Poetry and Protest: A Dennis Brutus Reader (2006); Arthur Nortje (1942–1970), whose work is published posthumously in Dead Roots (1973) and Lonely Against the Light (1973); and Mazisi Kunene (1930–2006), who first sounded his aggressive, telegraphic note in Zulu Poems (1970). The New Black poetry of the 1970s, or Soweto poetry, was a protest poetry of black consciousness. In the United States, there is also a strong tradition of African American poetry that protests racism. It extends from the Harlem renaissance to the Black Arts movement. Most antiwar poetry is protest poetry. The combatant antiwar poetry of Wilfred Owen (1893–1918) and Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967) protested the technological horrors of modern warfare. The Spanish Civil War generated both local and global protest poetry. The Vietnam War galvanized a tremendous amount of protest poetry by such poets as Robert Lowell, Allen Ginsberg, Adrienne Rich, and Robert Bly. These poets felt a cultural imperative to speak out against the war. The repression and disintegration of the American imagination is one of the persistent themes of Vietnam-era protest poetry. Much of the feminist poetry of the 1960s and ’70s is protest poetry. “A patriot is not a weapon,” Adrienne Rich writes in her long poem An Atlas of the Difficult World (1981). “A patriot is one who wrestles for the soul of her country / as she wrestles for her own being.” Sam Hamill’s anthology Poets Against the War (2003) was a hastily gathered book of protest poems against the war in Iraq. The strength of protest poetry is its sense of immediacy and outrage. However, most of these politically motivated poems, which are often made in outrage against a specific atrocity, don’t outlive their historical moment.

witness of poetry, poetry of witness 

Poetry of testimony. In the early 1990s, Carolyn Forché transformed the Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz’s phrase the witness of poetry (taken from the book of the same name, 1983) into “the poetry of witness.” Her anthology Against Forgetting: Twentieth-Century Poetry of Witness (1993) gathers together the work of 145 poets “who endured conditions of historical and social extremity during the twentieth century—through exile, state censorship, political censorship, house arrest, torture, imprisonment, military occupation, warfare, and assignation. Many poets did not survive, but their works remain with us as poetic witness to the dark times in which they lived.” Poetry, an act of the imagination, is subject to historical forces, but it also talks back to history. The idea of witnessing should be widened to go beyond the documentary response to events. “I am the man . . . I suffered . . . I was there,” Walt Whitman declared. A broad imaginative sympathy was part of his lived experience.

In 1944, the Hungarian poet Miklós Radnóti wrote four harrowing “Postcard” poems in the midst of a forced march westward across Hungary. Radnóti was one of twenty-two prisoners murdered and tossed into a collective grave. After the war, his widow had his body exhumed and these poems were found in his field jacket, written in pencil in a small Serbian exercise book. Thus his poems nearly literally rise up from a mass grave. They inscribe a suffering unimaginably intense, a consciousness of death nearly unbearable. They are purposefully entitled “Postcards.” Here the informality of the postcard (dashed off, superficial) is belied by the scrupulousness with which Radnóti describes and re-creates the scene of his impending death. The postcard is a message directed to another person. It has a particular reader in mind, but its openness also suggests that it can be read by anyone. Thus the poem in the guise of a postcard is a testimony back to life, a signal that Radnóti had pushed back the silence long enough to embody a final experience. His poems of witness display the classical brevity and poise of an Orphic art that comes back from the underworld to give testimony.

No Kings: 1776 and now

Pulling down the statue of Mad King George III at Bowling Green, New York City, July 9,1776 (painting by William Walcutt, 1854).

PLEASE go back and read this recent post: ‘I love Hitler’: Leaked messages expose Young Republicans’ racist chat.

I have never before begged readers to go back and read a previous post or the underlying Politico exclusive. This is the exception. It is that important, but has not gotten the media attention it deserves.

It is important because the Republican Party, the party in power, knowingly or negligently has become a haven and breeding ground for future leaders who are hateful, racist, misogynistic, antisemitic fans of Hitler and Nazism.

This is not to say the Republican Party is entirely, or mostly, filled with haters, racists, misogynists, antisemites and fans of Hitler and Nazism. But if the party hasn’t already figured out before this revelation that a number of its future leaders are and have been just that, the party doesn’t deserve to lead America. Because one day, those leaders of tomorrow, especially the many others not in this chat, become the leaders of today.

Democracy and distractions

The quality and well-being of government, which in America is some form of constitutionally-supported democracy, is inversely proportional to the volume, availability, intensity and attractiveness of non-essential distractions.

Trump’s university compact: What would Ben Franklin (founder University of Pennsylvania) and Thomas Jefferson (founder University of Virginia) do?

Trump is not a student of history and not a student of higher education.

He doesn’t know or care that two of the nine universities that received his demand for his academic hegemony were founded by Ben Franklin (University of Pennsylvania) and Thomas Jefferson (University of Virginia), eminent figures in the founding of America on a platform of freedom.

The University of Pennsylvania just rejected the offered compact, as have three of the other schools. The University of Virginia has expressed opposition, but no decision has been announced.

If the remaining universities need inspiration and encouragement, beyond what other schools have already done, I suggest asking the questions: WWBFD and WWTJD. I think they and we know.

Two postscripts:

The seal of the University of Pennsylvania includes its motto: Leges sine moribus vanae. Laws without morals are in vain.

Trump University was an education scam perpetrated by Trump before he became president. It offered a few seminars, but nothing like a degree. It folded in the wake of numerous lawsuits. But it did have a big beautiful logo.

Coyote meets the Desert Fathers

For MC

The Desert Fathers were early Christian hermits and ascetics who withdrew to the Egyptian desert in the 3rd-4th centuries CE to pursue spiritual perfection through prayer, solitude, and self-discipline.


If we want to set our lives right and find peace,
it is not the tolerant attitude of others
that will do it for us.
It will come about, rather, by our learning
how to show compassion to them.
If we try to avoid this hard struggle of compassion,
by preferring a withdrawn and solitary life,
we will simply drag our unhealed obsessions
into solitude with us.
We might well have hidden them.
We certainly will not have eliminated them.
If we do not seek liberation from our obsessions,
then becoming more withdrawn and less social
may even make us more blind to them,
since it can mask them.
—John Cassian


We cannot escape anything by consenting tacitly to be defeated.

“We cannot escape anything by consenting tacitly to be defeated. Despair is an abyss without bottom. Do not think to close it by consenting to it and trying to forget you have consented.”


From Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude:

The Desert Fathers believed that the wilderness had been created as supremely valuable in the eyes of God precisely because it had no value to men. The wasteland was the land that could never be wasted by men because it offered them nothing. There was nothing to attract them. There was nothing to exploit. The desert was the region in which the Chosen People had wandered for forty years, cared for by God alone. They could have reached the Promised Land in a few months if they had travelled directly to it. God’s plan was that they should learn to love Him in the wilderness and that they should always look back upon the time in the desert as the idyllic time of their life with Him alone.

The desert was created simply to be itself, not to be transformed by men into something else. So too the mountain and the sea. The desert is therefore the logical dwelling place for the man who seeks to be nothing but himself—that is to say, a creature solitary and poor and dependent upon no one but God, with no great project standing between himself and his Creator.

This is, at least, the theory. But there is another factor that enters in. First, the desert is the country of madness. Second, it is the refuge of the devil, thrown out into the “wilderness of upper Egypt” to “wander in dry places.” Thirst drives man mad, and the devil himself is mad with a kind of thirst for his own lost excellence—lost because he has immured himself in it and closed out everything else.

So the man who wanders into the desert to be himself must take care that he does not go mad and become the servant of the one who dwells there in a sterile paradise of emptiness and rage….

The desert is the home of despair. And despair, now, is everywhere. Let us not think that our interior solitude consists in the acceptance of defeat. We cannot escape anything by consenting tacitly to be defeated. Despair is an abyss without bottom. Do not think to close it by consenting to it and trying to forget you have consented.