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The Holy Grail Press is dedicated to promoting work that standard publishers... you know, those with standards, might be reluctant to publish, which pretty much leaves poetry.  And let's face it:  No one publishes poetry.  So in the end, we’re left with a lot of free time.




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June 17, 2021

auteur:  (noun)  (pronounced:  oh-ter)  usually the director of a movie (but it can apply to other media) who has such influence over the outcome of the film that he or she is considered the "author."  Stanley Kubrick is seen as many as an auteur, especially when it comes to a movie like The Shining, which would've probably been just another silly Steven King movie if done by anybody else.


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Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Father’s Day

Ask any father.  He’ll tell you.  Father’s Day is a crock.  Oh, sure, you get a tie, but to a dad, a tie is like giving your mother a vacuum.  You see, the thing is, Father’s Day is in the summer, and Mother’s Day is during the school year.  So moms get all the fun stuff that the kids make, like homemade cards or baby food jars filled with water and glitter.  Fathers get doodley.  What we need is a holiday that we can appreciate, one where we get to sit around and drink beer and watch sports... well... other than the Super Bowl, or the World Series, or Nascar, or any given weekend from, say, August through February, or March through July. 


Even the history of Father’s Day is a crock.  For instance, President Woodrow Wilson signed Mother’s Day into law.  Who do the fathers get?  Richard Nixon.  And even at that, it was Johnson who, in 1966, “declared that the third Sunday in June would be Father's Day.” Nixon only signed it into law in 1972 to help with his re-election... and we all know how well that presidency went.  (Honor Your Father... At Least Once a Year)


Probably the only reason Father’s Day exists at all is because of Mother’s Day.  Oh, sure, you can say it stems from the memorial service in Monongah, West Virginia, following a mining accident in 1907 that killed a whole bunch of men, many of whom happened to be fathers (which, curiously enough, often seems to be the case when a large group of men get killed).  Or you can credit a lady named Sonora Smart Dodd, who, along with her five brothers and sisters were raised solely by her father when her mother died in the early part of the 20th century.  But even Dodd was inspired by Anna Jarvis, the founder of Mother’s Day. (Father's Day in United States)


In 1909 Dodd began her campaign in her home town of Spokane, Washington, and by the following year succeeded in getting Washington State to recognize “...the nation’s first statewide Father’s Day on July 19, 1910.” (Father’s Day)  And from there, the holiday spread... slowly.  President Wilson observed the day in 1916 by unfurling a flag in Spokane by pressing a button in Washington, D.C., a technological feat for the time.  In 1924, still well short of a national holiday, “President Calvin Coolidge made it a national event to ‘establish more intimate relations between fathers and their children and to impress upon fathers the full measure of their obligations.’" (Honor Your Father... At Least Once a Year)  You know, guys, it’s pretty pathetic that we need a presidential proclamation to remind us to take care of our families.


But then, probably the biggest obstacle in recognizing Father’s Day was the fathers.  I mean, we are talking guys here.  “As one historian writes, they ‘scoffed at the holiday’s sentimental attempts to domesticate manliness with flowers and gift-giving, or they derided the proliferation of such holidays as a commercial gimmick to sell more products – often paid for by the father himself.’” (Father’s Day)


Even so, the idea of Father’s Day continued to grow, surviving the well meaning attempts in the ‘20s and ‘30s to scrap the day altogether, along with Mother’s Day, in favour of just one single holiday, Parents’ Day, based on the idea “‘that both parents should be loved and respected together.’” (Father’s Day)  But any kid, and every retailer, knows that if you share a holiday with somebody else, like having your birthday fall on Christmas, then you get shafted on your presents.  And even during the Depression, or maybe especially because of the Depression, retailers weren’t about to get behind any holiday that limited their sales.  By the time WWII engulfed the United States, even though Father’s Day still wasn’t a nationally declared holiday, it might as well have been.  And with the War, it became a way to honor those men in uniform. (Father’s Day) 


Since 1972, Father’s Day has been an official national holiday.  Even so, it’s still hard to get excited about it.  I mean, let’s face it:  Nobody’s going to buy dad a corsage, he’s not going to wear a new dress to church, and it’s doubtful that he’s even going to go out to lunch on that Sunday afternoon.  Sure, he’ll get some phone calls if his children can remember, but for the most part, it’s just another Sunday.  And since it’s in the summer, the lawn probably needs to be mowed... by dad.



Work Cited


“Father’s Day.”  2012.  History.com.  15 Aug. 2012.  http://www.history.com/topics/fathers-day


“Father's Day in United States.”  2012.  timeanddate.com.  15 Aug. 2012.  http://www.timeanddate.com/holidays/us/fathers-day


“Honor Your Father... At Least Once a Year.”  June 2003.  Wise Guide.  15 Aug. 2012.  http://www.loc.gov/wiseguide/jun03/father.html

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Tuesday, June 1, 2021

The Employee's Creed

I am an employee.
I work for the corporation
because they chose to hire me,
not because I chose to be hired by them.

I am an employee.
I will come in whenever I am told,
stay as late as they demand,
and do whatever they want for as long as I am there.
And if I should ever fail,
I will be replaced immediately with no recourse whatsoever.

I am an employee.
I may stand next to the Company President
and nod knowingly
as all the stockholders look on,
smiling their approval and appreciation upon me.
Or I might spend my days
hiding in the break room,
eating jelly donuts while waiting
for yet another pot of coffee to brew
and the end of the day to arrive,
whichever comes first.
And still I will be
nothing more than an employee.

And if someday
I should conceive and create
an object so brilliant and so fascinating
that all humankind will set aside their differences
and the entire planet will join together in harmony,
it will still remain the property of the corporation,
who may or may not ever give me recognition
for what I have done.
For I will still be
nothing more than an employee.

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