Personification is where the inanimate is given human attribute/anthropomorphic. Lyric in poetry expresses feeling/though. Free verse creative/descriptive, not just rhyme cant. Idyll a short rural scene. Rhyme feminine final unstressed syllable [“longing/yearning”]. Masculine final stressed syllable [“peak/creek”]. Epigram short wit [“melody clings/climbs”]. Elegy — Gray’s “Country Churchyard. Headstone graced w/verse is ubiquitous imprint/style. Back to Gray, “The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, the plowman plods his weary way, dirges due in sad array, through the churchway path we saw him borne, a youth to fortune and to fame unknown, Melancholy marked him for her own, his soul sincere, he gave to misery all he had, a tear, he gained from Heaven a friend. Maui contempo troubadors Sly Dog great arrangement/style w/song “A World of Love. Hawaiian language enunciation/phonetics vowel-laden a language of creation [too without the t][Aaaaah][ooooooh]. Not vulgar/lecherous/obscene, but sensual/romantic. Rapture, not profane. Visceral/primal, not salaciously erotic. Glide slide/tremelo-vibrato.

Maui’s Red Dog’s “World full of love [“Lovers holding hands, walk in the sand (beach), under the bright, starry moonlight, in a world full of love”] enchanting melody, subdued modulation, so pleasurable!! Tonality/vibrato-tremelo surreal/enthralling. Julia A. Fletcher Carney (1823-1908)–

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Make our earth an Eden,
Like the heaven above.

From linguistic expert Dr. Richard E. Wood: “Hawaiian is a member of the Polynesian branch of the Malayo-Polynesian language family, now also called Austronesian. Its members range from Madagascar to Rapa Nui (Easter Island). It is not related to Sanskrit or English. Some pioneering scientific work may have been undertaken on the esthetics of language. It suggests that the majority of human beings find linguistic [esthetic] beauty in languages which have a high ratio of vowels, particularly open vowels and long vowels, to consonants. Such languages include Italian and Hawaiian. For example, meaningful utterances containing only vowels can be constructed in Hawaiian, e.g. eia Iao ‘behold Iao (the Iao needle on Maui).’ Languages with a high proportion of consonants to vowels, or with only consonants and no vowels, have less esthetic appeal for most humans. Examples are Serbian, Croat, Czech, and Sanskrit. A meaningful sentence in Czech containing no vowels is strc prst crz krk, (which means) ’stick a finger through (your) neck.’

Anelaikalani Jennings’ vocal is exquisitely haunting/edgy/strong, to me much better than Raiatea Helm’s. Onomatopoeia [words imitate sounds/exhalations — whoosh of aaaaahhh/ooooohh–sounds of procreation] extraordinary re Hawaiian vowels. Kaona/subtext/sensuality in sound/enunciation affect magically. For now and for always, till time disappears [Ronnie Milsap].

Free association/stroke of genius/stream of consciousness key Hawaiian ‘olelo/compositions, as classical narratives key Luso works. But the mele/tunes differ except for crescendo/intensity emblematic of Monarchal cadence/stilted piano preface/soaring-majestic anthem, & swooping choral replete thruout. Johnny Almeida/Sonny Cunha/Sonny Chillingworth Luso, & Latin-named are Lena Machado/Vicki Rodrigues. “Strong/silent type Gary Cooper Luso typify Luso alms/beneficence, not bombast/roister. Humility/quiet strength personify Luso custom/tradition a la great sportsman Al Vierra. My closer to Luso culture: Forever, I visualize & draw near to your authentic beauty & truth. With faith & belief, invoke love immortal! Viver bem/live fully.

Imagine, 500 covers/reduxes of “Fly Me To The Moon, easy chord progression, one piano key to the next, simple diction [“Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars, let me see what Spring is like on Jupiter and Mars, in other words, hold my hand, in other words, darling kiss me …”], sigh Easy does it, baby!

John Lennon’s “Across the Universe his favorite composition– serenity/tranquility/inner peace-comfort. Metaphysical, really¦. sigh¦

Notice how classical operatic melodies spring wondrously even today?? A la Albert Nahale’a “He Punahele No ‘oe. Divine/ho’ano!!

Oh yes, 1927’s “Are You Lonesome Tonight a heartthrob melody. To me, Elvis’ best cover/redux of
the Flapper tune. Neil Sedaka born 1939, piano virtuoso, what a presence!!! Unique understates him. Yes, of Jewish heritage, this guy can sing/belt’em w/the best!!

My heroine Hawea Waia’u embraces the heartlines of nostalgia and folklore in our tribute to our ancestors, ‘aumakua o ka po, spirits of the distant past, who remain alive so long as their memories are recalled and revered, and the wisdom they’ve shared is passed on from one generation to the next, resurgent and enduring, embodied in each recurring successor, the ancient sages who wait to be recognized within us all, in Jesus’ name, Amena.

Classy Greer Garson once said, “The mirror (of life) should be tilted slightly upward toward the cheerful, the tender, the compassionate, the brave, the funny, the encouraging. In 1997’s Oscar winner “Titanic movie, Kate Winslet’s character Rose implores portrait sketch artist/vagabond Leonard DiCaprio’s character, “Jack, you see things. Jack replies, “I liked her sense of humor, even though she lost a leg, and even if she is a lady of the night in her native Paris. To which smitten Rose challenges this sketch artist, “Immortalize me, Jack! Love is forever. Romance is not dead. Hard to imagine a marriage, or life, without romance. Rose and Jack have the right sentimental feel.

Let me share with you about cuz Leilani Kauinui of Ha’ena — as Capt. Craig Kamahele pronounced w/Craig’s ‘Opihi Man treasured song, yearning memories of Ha’ena wash over me w/fun! A’ama crabs, pipipi, pulehu, Uncle Kona crunching on the manini from his throw net¦ aaah, ho’ano/divine!! Uncle Kona’s uwehe/hula knee knock sensuality-humor, Leilani’s expression of songs via the hula, picture of grace, purity personified, fantasia/euphoria. As I reminisce about the past, my ‘olelo goes, “Mauna Kea, like a spired loft convent, devoutly clambers up to the blue of God’s sky, its base garland green, its beauty carved and cradled by the hands of a saint, its weathered abode soft at its peak, rocks contoured by creeks¦ its forest rim billowed dim and faint, close-clinging streams which tickle below, to reveal the plain of Waiakea¦ Mauna Kea’s majesty so steeped, her breadth so alluring, angels smile in its forest folds, where springs bathe flora, & birds sing in the tree tops¦ small hills abound, reach joyfully toward the sky, ravines nestle snugly beneath the grassy slopes, luscious rose apples appear in the thicket of trees, cool gales whisper past green sleeves of bough¦ gusts of cricket mirth ascend up the slopes¦ river rocks clatter of ambles, colors alive, thru the valleys they roll¦ to seashells of Waiakea, echoes of tides, of caressing mists, of currents & fathoms below¦ these, then, are glimpses of God’s pleasures in Mauna Kea, down the slopes to the sea at Waiakea. And as I kneel below the bough of the tree, as the Angel’s music clings & climbs, such wondrous music of heaven’s chimes. My history guru June Gutmanis 1925-1998 had her holy trinity to comfort her, consisting of 1) Ellen Howarth’s “Where is the heart that doth not keep, within its inmost core, some fond remembrance hidden deep, of days that are no more? A tress of my loved one’s hair? 2) Gustav Mahler’s “If you love romance for romance sake, not me, doth love me for your sake, just as I love you!! 3) 15th century Judaic poem, â€Ŧloving you is really living [kererte a ti es bivir en verdad]. I’d add Hastings & Psalm 118:24, “Relish the moment, rejoice!! Find your events, go to your heart, do the unthinkable — love!! Rarest June rekindled an ancient Nippon proverb, “Rosoku wa mi wo herashite hito wo terasu, ergo, candles give life/illumination to others, though giving up their very existence. Till time disappears, –Curt

HS Booth: Like butterflies & flowers, I come to lay down among the things I love. Resurgent soirees of the soul/innate pleasure center — RM Rilke: Reflect, dear friend, on the world within. It might be recollections of childhood — such innermost place is worth all your love and observation. Don’t try to clarify your feelings to others, don’t be weighed beneath social conventions and overhead forces. The deep Cosmos are here, and stand amid life, vibrant, enriching. Siddartha Gautama [Buddha] renounced his Hindu elitism in which only the chosen few attain transcendence, & he founded an inclusive philosophy, today’s Buddhism, premised on the triology of dharma [infinite wisdom]/sangha [devout confidants]/buddha [mentor]. June Gutmanis’ dharma [spiritually resplendent] is her core being [‘uhane/soul, boundless compassion-love for all]. June’s buddha is her auspicious mentor, Ted Kelsey [who helped inspire today’s UH Hilo Hawaiian language program]. Don’t ever tell me you’re your own worst critic — what you’re actually demonstrating is how vain/narcissistic/self-inflated you are. Or that you don’t have time for anything — you need to be made to have an appointment for one to see you. Ridiculous. Hilo’s little orphan boy Frank Calvomatta died in the tearful embrace of Catholic Father Louis, & with Frank’s last breath, the mercy of God Almighty was upon him, 1916, Frank’s gravesite by Father Louis at Catholic cemetery behind Hilo Terrace Apts. across DOE annex below Hilo High track.

June Gutmanis had great synergy with everyone — symbiosis, really!! Vegas caliche/Korea basalt/Pu’u Wa’a Wa’a tholeiite, June loved rocks, penned book titled “Pohaku [rock], among her other famous works [“Na Pule Kahiko”][“Kahuna La’au Lapa’au”]. June told me I was her best friend [yeah, right — she probably told the whole world each one is her best friend!! ]

The Story Tellers: We are the chosen ones.

My feelings are that in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.

To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called as it were, by our genes.

Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our story! So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, “You have a wonderful family, you would be proud of us! How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.

It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference, and saying I can’t let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it.

It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.

It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. (For we without them cannot be made perfect.)

So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers.

That, is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.

By: Della M. Cummings Wright – Re-written by her Granddaughter, Della JoAnn McGinnis Johnson – Edited and Reworded By: Tom Dunn

Denise Takashima, our Ragna Rath/Sister Marian Cope incarnate, loves the uncompromising mix of string hums & guitar fret squeaks, old-time purity amid today’s sweetening of edits/dubs. Triste/affanato [wail] of Santana, older echo being George Harrison’s “While my guitar gently weeps. Slack key guitar isn’t Hawaiian original, but steel guitar is! Frank Sinatra at The Sands Hotel, “Fly Me To The Moon — Fly me to the moon, let me sing among those stars, let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars. In other words, hold my hand, in other words, baby kissme. Fill my heart with song, let me sign forever more, you are all I long for, all I worship and adore. In other words, please be true. In other words, I love you! Wow 🙂

Pseudonym Valerie born 1943 is Emily Dickinson’s hummingbird
w/its unique flight pattern, which Emily calls our route of experience, inexplicable yet profound, with all kinds of paradoxes [love/fear — joy/sadness]. Daring/bold, boundless zest, love over fear.

Social stratification: Clark Gable/Claudette Colbert’s 1934 “It Happened One Night about breaking class/status barrier [rich girl trapped/suffocated by her class status falls in love w/crude but liberating commoner] symbolic genesis of Leo DiCaprio’s/Kate Winslet’s “Titanic, Leo/Kate giving their performances of a lifetime in this unforgettable 1997 film about the power, the unadorned majesty of love. “The Misfits with Clark Gable/Marilyn Monroe [Gable died shortly after & Gable’s widow blamed Monroe] — soft-heart Monroe’s Roslyn asks macho diehard Gable’s Langland, “How do you find your way back in the dark? Langland summons, “Just head for that big star straight on. The highway’s under it — it’ll take us right home. Home is in the heart, and highway is in the head.

Gary Cooper’s “High Noon 1952 best-ever Western. Cooper had just broken up w/flame Patricia Neal. Gaunt/depressed/withdrawn, Cooper became his scripted character, role of a lifetime, age 51. Johnny Depp/Tom Cruise terrific range/edges. Marilyn Monroe vulnerable, her greatest strength, unlike current throb Diane Lane, suffused w/assurance.

Winston Churchill once said there was nothing which concentrated the mind like being shot at and missed. Chaplain Hiro Higuchi 1907-1981, my Dad’s 442 buddy, confided to his wife Hisako the shock of witnessing the carnage of war up-close: â€Ŧ my nerves are completely shaken. Nothing I can say or write will even describe the horror of war and the intense fear that grips one all the time one is on the front lines. O Lord, when will this horror end? Whenever I pass one of our men so still on the road with his body covered — I think of his family in the islands — all because a couple of madmen [Hitler/Tojo] in the world wanted everything for themselves. A few more weeks of this, and I shall go mad. Oh so true¦.

Giri ninjo, to serve humanity, Nippon adage unknown to turks Scrub Tanaka 1915-2006/Scrub’s prodigy Isamu Kanekuni born 1921 88 yrs. young. For my mac nuts, I favor original Japanese immigrants here/Issei, who were unable to be U.S. citizens until after 1952, at which point most of them had died, a decade after the formation of the greatest fighting unit in U.S. military history, our 100th/442 all-Nisei [2nd generation Japanese in America] soldiers. Issei pulled our fate out of the maelstrom of settling here [poverty/hardship], & gaijin/haole Jack Burns 1909-1975 became our messiah — kokoro-heart, ganbari-perseverance, chigi-loyalty, gaman-resolute & quiet strength, hokori-pride, meiyo-honor, though Burns 1st was perceived as warui-bad-reviled spy chief [to lock up suspected J_p saboteurs]. Kevin Costner’s “Dances w/Wolves & Val Kilmer’s “Thunderheart blockbuster movies symbolically illustrate Burns’ life, & how haole [not Big 5, but grassroot common lot] Burns made it his mission to the death to ensure racial equality/fair play for the Asian immigrants/progeny, the very folks he was assigned to jail in/lock up WWII. Burns in turn grew into our legendary action folk hero, our holy father/consecrated ground. Giri ninjo honto ni, Burns became our modern day Buddha/Jesus. Our Issei immigrants gave us the ability to assimilate/adapt, & Burns carried it thru to the end [of his life]. Yes, Ted Tsukiyama’s/Tom Brokaw’s “Greatest WWII Generation is popularized, but for my mac nuts, my big heroes are our Issei forebearers. And to bi-racial high school senior Michael Robinson, Mormon prodigy/astounding prophet in the making, mele mai/pololei, — till time disappears.


Erudite scribe George Will ranks the 3 worst cases in U.S. Supreme Court history — 1) Dred Scott 1857 which concocted a constitutional right, unmentioned in the Document, to own slaves and which started the Civil War — yes, half a million lives lost over the idiocy of so-called intelligent men with black robes; 2) Plessy vs. Ferguson 1896 which ratified racial segregation (euphemism of separate but equal); 3) Korematsu vs. U.S. 1944 which ratified blanket internment of U.S. citizens of Japanese ancestry [AJAs or JAs] during wartime. Boumediene vs. Bush 2008 is George’s fine exemplar of the inherent value of checks/balances among the 3 branches of government [legislative/executive/judicial] — that the prisoners at Guantánamo “have the constitutional right to habeas corpus, enabling them to challenge the basis of their detention, under the terms of the 800-year old “Great Writ of habeas corpus, which prohibits the suspension of prisoners’ rights to challenge the basis of their detention except in “cases of rebellion or invasion. Habeas means that the executive branch cannot be the only judge of its own judgment, that it has to release a prisoner or show through due process why the prisoner should be held. Of Guantanamo’s approximately 270 detainees, many are dangerous “enemy combatants, some may not be, but per Boumediene none will be released by this court decision, which does not even guarantee a right to a hearing. Rather, it guarantees only a right to request a hearing, inasmuch courts retain considerable discretion regarding such requests. Habeas is the great writ of liberty, inasmuch no state power is more fearsome than the power to imprison. Thence, habeas lies at the heart of the age-old struggle to constrain governments, in which our greatest result was our Constitution, which limits Congress’ power to revoke habeas to periods of rebellion or invasion. Thence, Congress exceeded its authority when Congress [via Military Commissions Act 2006] withdrew federal court jurisdiction over detainees’ habeas claims. Marbury vs. Madison 1803 by Chief Justice John Marshall, the greatest jurist in U.S. history, launched and validated judicial supervision of America’s democratic government — Marshall asked, “To what purpose are powers limited, and to what purpose is that limitation committed to writing, if these limits may, at any time, be passed by those intended to be restrained? Our greatest AJA scholar, Franklin Odo born 1939 Kaimuki High grad ‘57, currently director of Pacific region section at D.C.’s Smithsoninan Museum, champions overturning of Korematsu case — per Wikipedia, “indeed, Korematsu’s conviction for evading internment was overturned on November 10, 1983, after Korematsu challenged the earlier decision by filing for a writ of coram nobis. In a ruling by Judge Marilyn Hall Patel, the United States District Court for the Northern District of California granted the writ (that is, it voided Korematsu’s original conviction) because in Korematsu’s original case, the government had knowingly submitted false information to the Supreme Court that had a material impact on the Supreme Court’s decision. The Korematsu decision has not been explicitly overturned. Indeed, the Korematsu ruling is significant both for being the first instance of the Supreme Court applying the strict scrutiny standard to racial discrimination by the government and for being one of only a tiny handful of cases in which the Court held that the government met that standard.

Asian immigrants were banned from U.S. citizenship [e.g., Chinese Exclusion Act 1882]. Since only citizens can vote, our Asian immigrants could not vote. Yet incredulously, they were conscripted/drafted to fight for a country which denied them the fundamental liberties of citizenship/suffrage. To illustrate the vacuous contrivance of legal edicts, Issei Takao Ozawa, armed w/Cal Berkeley schooling, sought citizenship in 1902/1914, inasmuch the 1790 Naturalization Act did not exclude “Mongolian stock. But the U.S. Supreme Court reprised racial profiling by interpreting the 1790 Act & 3 later revisions as banning Mongolians by implication. Analog: In 1918 Congress passed special legislation granting citizenship to alien WWI veterans. Hidematsu Toyota was granted citizenship from courageous local federal judge Vaughn, despite protestations from INS Examiner Ragsdale. Judge Vaughn granted citizenship to 400 Issei & 300 other Asians. But the U.S. Supreme Court overturned Vaughn’s ruling & configuratively cancelled Toyama’s citizenship on grounds that the 1918 Act excluded Japanese aliens. Chagrined/chastened by such injustice, patriotic Issei prevailed upon Congress to undo the U.S. Supreme Court folly via the later 1935 Act granting citizenship so long overdue/pronounced/resonant. To me, Vaughn was Paul Bunyan, a folk hero/fabled mythic legend to us all.

Rite of passage [learning experience], not martyrdom, for Augie T’s getting a pie in his face — Augie needs to forgive/express empathy for agitator/thug, not become a thug in turn. Love over fear [of failure/rejection/humiliation/loss], baby. I tried expressing this metaphor to Augie’s rep, who exhorted public outrage vs. the assailant, to no avail. Knucklehead mentality — local macho-ness, rep capsules my view as delirium. Stoic resolve the moral masterpiece. Mistreatment a learning experience. Projection/displaced insecurity-inferiority-fear-aggression-accusations are preposterous reactions, yet universally common. Ignorance is the real ascription/byword. Only love endures, always ai/kokoro/aloha.

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