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TODAY'S RESOLUTION |
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A day or so of doing nothing
should be required work. But is it worth it to fall farther back while piles of things
unattended still need tending to? A question I can’t answer and one that must stump
more than just a few of us. I can’t help but think I used to work harder, faster and
get more done. Looking back and reflecting on a canon of work, there is some. Sadly
quantity doesn’t always equal quality. Today’s
Resolution: Everything can’t get done. Okay, if you say so. So what gets done will
have to be done a little better every day. Sounds like a plan.
- R.M. 10/3/98 |
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Christiaan Barnard o
Rona Barrett o Jill Bonney o Chevy Chase o Matt Damon o Michael Dudekoff o Temple Fielding o Paul Hogan o Jesse Jackson o Juan Peron o Eddie Rickenbacker o Pepper Rodgers o
Sigourney Weaver o Stephanie Zimbalist |
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Wisdom lurks between
the lines; it’s seldom verbalized or written down.
Contempt for people’s baser habits hinders contemplation.
Love is more a single movement than a symphony.
High fidelity to one speaker is better than stereo to two. |
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NIGHT MISCHIEF |
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A young man
standing in the rain
outside that so familiar
window
known to me
because I’ve lived
across the street from it
too many years, too long.
Known to me
because it is unlike
any other window,
and what stays or sits
or struts behind / beyond it
is familiar if not known to me.
My domain
is not my own
not because it isn’t shared
although it isn’t
but because it isn’t shared
by her.
I should have moved
the day I saw her
gliding up the stairs alone
or later every time I saw
someone coming, going
beneath her balcony,
down those stairs,
or moving round the corner
on the sidewalk or the street
overtipping taxi drivers
as they found the right house
and dropped their passengers
four feet from the door.
Good woman
you do me damage.
Angels could not force
such sense of loss upon me
whatever their conspiracy.
Just now
the door is answered
and the young man
steps inside.
Outside
the rain still falls
and not uncomfortably.
Long ago
I should have moved away
or else I should have
walked across the street
myself
smiled and told her
how she was an interruption
in my life
because she lived there
just the other side of it.
Without the chance
for real rejection
she rejected me.
Without a no
she let me know.
- From "Looking For A Friend", 1980 |
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