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Tuesday, March 21, 2006 |
SCENIC TULSA: THE REDBUD IN MARCH

REDBUD BLOSSOMS AGAINST GREY SKY
Called Judas, this tree
hangs magenta blossoms—March
silvers the potter's field.
There are very many Redbud trees in Tulsa. Redbuds are rather drab, small trees, but they become very decorative with their distinctive blossoms in late winter/early spring. In Crowtime Redbuds provide a week or three of ethereal ornament to the lawns and gardens of Tulsa. Redbuds also grow wild throughout the state, glowing among the blackjack and scrub oaks. I tend to think of them as heralds of Crowtime, native and unique to Oklahoma, but of course that is not true. I've seen Redbuds in Ohio and Indiana, and the species (Cercis canadesis) must be widespread. I found out recently that they are also called "Judas Trees."
6:00:32 PM
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GRENDEL'S LAUNDRY LIST: TODAY'S RANTLET
God is not dead; He's in a coma—a persistent vegetative state (No, children, that does not mean He lives in Florida). Patriarchal monotheism is the respirator that keeps the Sacred Heart beating and the Holy Spirit breathing. Men (Sorry, ladies, I'm leaving you out) don't need a reason to believe. They don't need reason to believe. They need to believe in order to have a reason—to exist, to justify their existence and their actions. Let me rephrase that. Men don't need a reason; all they need is an excuse. Rape, pillage, and murder go better with God. Now go out and pick some flowers and love one another.
5:24:49 PM
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