One of the most memorable: One of the most memorable rants I've ever witnessed involved a person delaring anew their concerns over capitalism and climate change while ordering some styrofoam-packaged food with their smart phone in their hand, computer on their lap, and 55 inch screen t/v blaring in the backround. Then, when the "Ring" device revealed the delivery guy was at the door, that was a most poetic finale.
I don't remember what specific points they made, of course.
This "just being" - perhaps: This "just being" - perhaps something that most, if not all of us, could use a little more of, in this day and age. Especially, when shared : ) A great foundation, indeed. Quite a beautiful presentation.
Jenny The Ho:
"The Process"
I watch Cable TV and get a line or two to work with.
I'm ready for bed was the line I picked up off a commerical.
Had to write a line that rhymes with bed "said" in it.
My prayers are often answered, I just had to throw that line in there.
I gave Jenny feelings for her to make a decision on a guy.
Everybody in High School has a ho, so I threw that into the mix.
Jenny has to practice beening a ho at the school function for the story to work.
So Jenny had to start a fight.
The narrator walks away with jenny for life.
End of story of Jenny.
Asceticism is for the birds,: Asceticism is for the birds, that's a 21st C urban response. The way the world is today, we wouldn't have all the ingredients to make it successfully work. An approximate ascetic lifestyle might be more apt. But that is just one opinion. Hope you had a good new year. Please pardon my being away sporadically.
When you set sight on a: When you set sight on a jingle to write
like this one that calls Jenny a "ho."
from whence comes the urge that kickstarts the surge
that makes the words gather and go?
Or is ir a Muse, shod in sensible shoes
that brings your lines to gnition?
Does the "quiet and calm"* provide a smooth balm
that blossoms into fruition?
[* from the title of Wallace Stevens' poem, "The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm"]
It's no small thing to be a: It's no small thing to be a messenger, to be a willing a vessel of hope and restoration. Certainly you'll be rewarded, but for now, just know that you made all the difference. Every happiness, every blessing to you.
The poetry came back with: The poetry came back with beauty and wonder! And congratulations to you for taking the path of courage, hope and renewal: for choosing life! You should be proud of yourself. I know the struggles, and you certainly are not alone.
Thank you for your warm and candid reply.
Thank you, heart warming nostalgia: This is a beautiful, earthy tribute to both a person who touched your lives and our lasting human interconnectivity, when opened to it.
I appreciate all the kind: I appreciate all the kind words you've spoken. I haven't written poetry for nearly a decade, until recently, that is, I started writing again. My wife left me, and began an affair with two separate co-workers. Well... damn... in September I was planning on setting my affairs in order, writing a suicide note, and eating a bullet. I got help instead; had myself hospitalized, started seeing a therapist, started medication and resolved instead to live. And now, would you look at that, the poetry came back. Funny how it works that way...