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Photograph by Bob Gentry 8/5/99
A Thought for Today
Deal gently with the absent.

The regular daily Flight Plan will be
suspended for a few weeks while I'm away helping Webmaster Ken Blackie work out the design
and content of our upcoming STANYAN HOUSE web site. I hope you'll continue landing here
ever day though because Jay Hagan and Melinda Smith have chosen two poems from a different
one of my books for every day that I'm gone.
So, something new will be here every morning. The Thought for Today and the Notable
Birthdays will continue. See you soon.
Love, Rod

Two Poems & The Author's Note from
"Love's Been Good to Me," by Rod McKuen.
Author's Note
LOVE'S BEEN GOOD TO ME is not a very
extraordinary title for a collection of my poetry. I write about love often, in all of its
aspects. If, in life, the feelings I've been willing to share have not always been greeted
with the same amount of ardor I directed toward a love object I can't complain.
I've known certain minutes of pleasure worth millenniums of pain. And I assure you I was
younger - perhaps a lot younger - when I stated 'there is no loving without losing'. I
would amend that statement now and say that I have never loved and not learned something
valuable... however difficult the circumstance, however lean the pickings, I always came
away with more than I gave. Even when I was sure I'd given the lot.
If there is a so-called lot ( all there is ) to loving, I'm convinced that several
lifetimes would not, could not, exhaust the lover. If certain experiences I write about
seem born of pain, they surely were, but the compensation - not always evident at the
time, overrides the sorrow and self-pity.
Perhaps my banner with its strange device is merely made of hope heaped high on hope in
the name of self-preservation. I don't think so. I enter into each relationship with trust
and I am not easily convinced that something I want badly enough or believe in will not
work. Love works if you work at it.
So much for platitudes, except that I'm convinced there is little life without love. Love
has in common with living, good times - bad times.
Some years ago I wrote a song called LOVE'S BEEN GOOD TO ME. It was all about traveling
and loving in different climates. This book is a collection of things I've written about
the different climates of love. Some of the poems date back more than twenty years and
were written in twice that many countries and places. Some of the poetry included here was
selected with the help of friends. Good friends. Most of it was re-selected in the middle
of the night when friends are fast asleep and the written word is more a rival than a
roommate. The newest poems were composed in Los Angeles and New York.
For as long as I can remember giving concerts I've stated at the end of each one 'it
doesn't matter who you love or how you love but that you love' adding, 'If you came with
somebody... be nice to them, if you didn't - look around'. Last night in Philadelphia
after the second show, I forgot to remind the audience of that belief. And you know what,
I came home alone.
R.M. January 1, 1979 New York City
Celebration
Your feet came
noisily up the stairs
your eyes and arms
came bounding through the door
I stood there looking at you
too stunned to believe it true
too happy to disbelieve.
You came home.
I thanked God
a thousand times tonight.
Each time I touched you
I thanked God.
-first
published in "And Autumn Came," 1954
- Chosen by JH |
Don't Imagine Endings
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It doesn't end here.
Here being where you are
or where you go and go again.
Please don't read belief
especially my belief
as mysticism
it's only that I know
you cannot work or wonder
and go on working
and end up with only
wrinkles on the outside
and inside warped images
of what could have been.
No tricks or treats or magic
produce a heaven
or a proper hell.
Borrow? Yes.
Give back?
If your conscience
catches you in time.
Keep?
Not since they peopled pyramids
with bandaged bodies
soaked in henna leaves and oil
has one among us slipped away
and taken with them
anything of value.
But something's out there,
if not on platforms
or a cloud
somewhere, somewhere.
Why not believe?
The cost is negligible.
The truth of anything
not known, but certainly supposed
is not quite as sure
as anything we know.
What do we know?
Nothing anyone has yet
been able
to prove or if so,
improve.
Go to sleep with ease -
for hours or forever
as far as anybody knows
it could or could not be
your first step into heaven
or the last you take
leading from forever.
- Chosen by MS"Love's Been Good To Me" was
first published 1979 by Pocket Books |