Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia on June 23, 1974 · Page 88
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June 23, 1974

Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia · Page 88

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just people, not potentates who perforce must be loved, admired and respected. No longer do Mother and Dad hold the center of the stage merely because they have spoken; parents who are bypassed in teenage conversation tend to become indignant or wrathful. After children are in their teens, you no longer auto- matically'can obtain their attention and talk with them whenever you feel like it. In a sense; parents are strangers to almost all adolescents. And no stranger is always welcome in conversations, unless he earns friendship, respect, and is willing to listen as well as speak. So, have a try soon at a conversation with young people;Eton't be disheartened bjkinitial coolness or reJuffjgWith a little psy- chologjfond a lot of luck, you ultimately may be admitted to the charmed conversational circle of the "cool" generation. Richard Beyer's Homely Muse By Arthw C. Buck An excerpt from the "Epistle to J. Lapraik" by Robert Burns is the basis for the title of Richard G. Beyer's collection of both traditional and modern poems, "THE HOMELY MUSE" (Pinpoint Press, P.O. Box 253, Florence, Ala. 35630): Then though I drudge through dub and mire At plow or cart, My Mute, though homely in attire, May touch the heart. Richard G. Beyer is a young poet of Florence, Ala., whose poems have appeared in several national antholo- What's In a Name? By J.C. Downing BARNETT(E) This is an English place name acquired from once having lived at or near the places of the same name. The early spelling of the place in Hertfordshire and the one in Middlesex indi- cates.jthat they were named for the Old English word. Baernet meaning place cleared by burning.' The place in Sussex is a manor once owned by a man named Barnet. Brictnod de la (of the) Bernet lived in Sussex around 1200, and William atte Bernette lived there in 1296. Jordori atte Barhette lived in Devonshire in 1310. The Scottish Barnets and Barnetts could be of English stock as there is no evidence of any local origin. It is possible that the; Scottish name was a dialectical fornuif the name Bernard meaning "bear brave.' Barnett (e) may also be internMxed with the name Burnett which is from the Old |rench. word Bruh meaning "brown." The following Englishmen were probably of a dark complexion or brown haired, or both. Robert Burnet lived in Yorkr shire in 1219 and Richard Bornet lived in Berkshire in 1279. Cresita Burnett lived in London in J.365. Burke's r General Armory describes the various arms. John and Thomas Barnett were in Virginia in 1623 -both probably arrived in 1620. Mrs. Anna Barnett was granted 700 acres in 1652. Four Barnets and ten Barnetts were officers in the American Revolutionary Army. BELLETTO · iu Tnis.can be either a Corsican or*an Italian personal name,:-Jcompounded of bel (pretty, beautiful, handsome, good) and -- etto (little one). It became a surname when another descriptive term was added when the need arose to differentiate between the several youngsters called Belletto. There are many other similar formations, such as Bel- liboni (beautiful and good), Bellagrande (beautiful and- large), Bellefato (well- formed, shapely), Bellissino (most beautiful), etc. , . Giovanni Belletti, 1735-1815, was an Italian jurist and author. ARNETT, ARNOT This English diminutive name-can have two origins and it is not now possible to separate them. The Old German name am. ern "eagle" came to England as a personal name. The addition of the French diminutive suffix -ett gave it the meaning "little Am" or "son of Am". The Old German personal name arnold, arriald "eagle- power" was shortened to Am and the addition of the diminutive ending could have had the sense of "son of Arnold" or "little Arnold". " Lecia Arnet, John Arnet and Milisent Arnet lived in Cambridgeshire in 1273 Charles Arnet and Mary Newton were married in St. George's Church, London 1785. On the Island of Barbados, Captain David Arnet held 50 acres of land and owned 20 slaves. His son, Samuell, was born on the 9th of September. 1679. and died four days later. Burke's General Armory describes the Arnot arms. William Arnett of Maryland was an officer in the American Revolutionary Army. gies, as well as in various lit- - erary journals, such as "Discourse," "Poet" (India), "New Melody" (England), "Encore," "The American Bard," etc. He has been the recipient of many prizes in state, region-. al, and national competitions. Having previously served as a vice president of the National Federation of State Poetry Societies, he now serves that association as the national publicity chairman. In 1970, he conducted five poetry workshops at Samford University, Birmingham, and served as dean of poetry for the Alabama Writers Conclave. The first section of Beyer's book, "I have sought the homely Muse in tunes of early discord," is a collection of poems that deal with the dilemmas of the artist (rejection slips, outworn forms) and of the disillusionment of the young, seemingly at odds with society. "A Law is Passed," "Fallout," and "Final Thoughts from the Neighborhood Shelter" all suggest the problems of an apparently degenerate society. The second section, "I have sought the homely Muse in the Ashes of Defeat," is a group of historical poems. "On the Death of (General Sidney) Johnston" (killed at the Battle of Shi- loh, 1862), "On the Death of Stonewall Jackson," "Rebel Yell," and "In Memory of the Confederate Dead" all indicate that the ashes of defeat are associated with the defeat of the Confederacy. The dead, and the world of the dead, are the subjects of the third section, "I have sought the homely Muse through the Valley of the .Shadow." "Certain Knowledge" is a strikingly moving poem about a woman with "an ethereal fairyland- princess quality" who was killed in an automobile accident. Some lines, such as the following, are especially effective: / think we knew that the walked in impermanence. But we wen content for her to touch our /ire*, (o back in the rare and glowing grace that the alone infused; we did not once protett that the . wot tenderly temporary. Childhood memories, changing values, and adult experiences are at the heart of the fourth section, "I have sought the homely Muse across the desert of the mind." "This section contains "My Home Town," one of Beyer's best modern poems. Flowing cadences characterize a public speaker (one who could easily be identified with public speakers in home towns all over America), but the concluding lines suggest a unique figure: He related in thaking voice the newt that Itraeli bombs had leveled hit birth place that day, and with vacant gate he fixed hit audience and delivered hit prepared tpeech on the tubject: "My Home Town", in monotones of horror, and accent! ofde- tpair. The concluding section, "I have sought the homely Muse in the hollows of the heart, contains several of Beyer's most successful modern poems. "Advice to a Thespian" is a.long poem that conveys at least two different meanings, one to an actress, and the other to a loved one. The concept of permanence, endurance, immortality is suggested in these lines: Find something permanent I taid, it it not here, it it not thit, it it not I... Find tome- thing poitible I taid, but do not play it light and hold back half the heart. And to it wat, the dipped away, and read the tcript, and finally the learned to act, and made the tcene, and got the part. "Nameless", which contains a very challenging line. "But the name of the thing goes unthought," makes use of imagery associated with grammatical analysis, arid concludes with: Still, at timet, there it an uneatinett, verbally transi- ting, or an occational participle dangling at jutt the right angle, or the myopic mixing of a meaningful metaphor, that camei a stirring, and a wonder that perhapt, within the vatt universe of all lin- guittic possibilities, n certain name/ess something truly hat a name, and its name it love. "Instructions (to be opened only in the event of ...-)" is an appropriate concluding poem in the collection. It is a long poem, too long to quote here. It is concerned with two things, death on the one hand, and the immortality of art on the both. Both themes are interrelated. When news of the poet's death is brought, either by a runner from Marathon "or via cable from Calais," do not believe it ,butg 0 then gently . . . and . . . seefc out the dark and dusty corner of a doted and musty corridor... take down those treasured volumet ... and know once more our . . . tweet strains of harmony. The score by which we played our tong hat never been recorded. The poem culminates with the claim of long standing, that poetry lives beyond the poet and that the poet becomes immortal, No force in the universe, no natural or man-made tempest, will outlive a poem. Is My Mind a Yawning Chasm? By Shirley Young Campbell I'm all for peace,. I think, but I'm tired of being an arbitrator. I think I'm tired of being an arbitrator.. Somqhow the role of pea-. comaker or referee falls naturally to a mother, a wife or a daughter; perhaps the role should be accepted without protest. ? ;: Many people know from experience, as I do, something about arbitrating or trying to arbitrate family quarrels, between or among siblings, ih-Iaws, father and sons, father and daughters, aunts, uncles, cousins. For example, trying to help a father distihpish between sentimental adolescent yearning and foolhardy hell- bent frivolity is. a task not easy and a bit wearying, even though "trying" is all that's accomplished. Thinking of this, I recalled, as I often have, a certain clipping, now somewhat ancient and yellow (or it probably would be if I could find it) which quotes what someone said about the danger of having an open mind. This particular clipping, an excerpt from a newspaper column, made reference, not to quarrels or arbitration, but, as I recall, to the perils of failing to take a stand. It said something like, "Beware an open mind lest it become a yawning chasm." I've remembered it, some^ what inexactly, for a long . time, because, in addition to having been theoretically in favor of worldwide love and sympathy, in that long ago time when I first read it, I had a very difficult time making decisions about anything. I recall great difficulty in buying shoes; somehow my shoes always hurt my feet. In days past, looking for a cause of indecision, I have blamed shoemakers, salesmen and a domineering parent. Probably I should also have blamed the lack of an abundance of cash with an accompanying lack of opportunity to learn the hard way about buying wisely. Amendment: I doubt if I blamed anybody in the very earliest days; probably I merely felt miserable and occasionally clipped newspaper columns that contained wise sayings. Somewhat later I began to consider seriously the question of whether there are drawbacks to the ability to see both sides, all sides, of a problem. I'm still pondering the point. Sympathy, understanding, broadmindedness, empathy are great, but where do we stand? More to the point, where do we walk? Let me make this further comment, risking criticism, jeers and sneers: Five years ago, or more, a look at a college text (which may no longer be in print) on a subject I am not qualified to . teach, caused me to think I may know part of the answer to the dilemma of youth as they proceed to solve all the · worldjs problems. So much material is presented, a smattering of yea and a smidgin of nay and a great gray expanse of in-between, that it would be almost impossible for anyone attacking the material to reach a decision about possibilities, alternatives, verdicts, judgments. So be it, you say? That's what education is? A leading out, an awakening of the mind, a stirring up of the gray matter, and possibly enough exercises to add to and strengthen the thought processes? Once upon a time, I would have agreed, and I remember feeling somewhat superior to someone who said, speaking of a certain college: "That's the trouble with that school. They get you started thinking, but don't tell you what to think." I was amused, slightly, but I've seen a few times since when, without laughter, I've thought how comforting it would be to have someone tell me in no uncertain terms exactly what to do; perhaps even to tell me what I rhould believe. Perhaps. Once, a long time ago, 1 announced to a schoolmate that I had decided to adopt a philosphy of calm acceptance. The person to whom I made this weighty pronouncement roared with laughter, saying that I was about as far removed from calm acceptance as anyone he knew. I disagreed with him, of course, but I can see where he may have been correct. Who knows? Maybe my mind is a yawning chasm. I wonder if I need a new pair of shoes. Mrs. Campbell, who lives in Charleston, is a frequent contributor to this column. State Magazine, June,23,1974., = v T V-.\ V? 3 ;» , ri \ r V r. . L! l.i; (..-. -.' 'f ,'.- CHARLESTON, W.VA.23m^

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