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A Thought for Today

Loving and being loved has taken me down every road I ever wanted to travel, up every hill I felt the need to climb.

 

FROM the¨BOOKS

COWBOYS / CHEYENNE

ONE

Brave
they straddle the animals,
hearts racing before the pistol sings
then leaping from the chute
man and animal as one
wedded groin to back.

One small moment in the air
and then the mud.

Hats retrieved
Levi’s dusted
back to the bullpen
to await the next event.

Sunday's choirboys,
in cowboy hats.

TWO

Huddled in the pits
below the grandstand
or lining at the telephone
to call home victories
they make a gentle picture.
Their billfolds bulging just enough
to make another entrance fee.

Next week Omaha or Dallas,
San Antonio is yet to come.
And now the Cheyenne autumn
         like a golden thread
ties them till the weekend's done.

THREE

They wade through beer cans
piled ankle high in gutters -
the rodeo has moved
         down from the fairground
to the town
and every hotel door's ajar.
Better than the Mardi Gras.
The nights are longer than Alaska now
until the main event begins
another afternoon.

But after all the Main Event is still to be
a cowboy.
For ten minutes or ten years, it's all the same.
You don't forget the Levi’s
          hugging you all day
and Stetson hats checked in passing windows
        cocked a certain way.
Some years later
when the bellies
flow over the belt loops
there're always mental photographs.
        Here the hero in mid-air.
Now the Dallas hotel room.
Now again the gaping tourists
licking off the Levi’s with their eyes.

Photographs of feeling
       mirrored in the mind.

 - from "Lonesome Cities", 1968

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Thursday 21 August

Dame Janet Baker o Count Basie o Aubrey Beardsley o James Burton o Kim Cattrall o Wilt Chamberlain o Mart Crowley o Jackie DeShannon o X.J. Kennedy o Prince Margaret of England o Patty McCormack o Pete Retzlaff o Kenny Rogers o Chris Schenkel o Melvin Van Peebles o Peter Weir o Jack Weston o Clarence Williams III

Friday 22 August

Tori Amos o Nicola Ball o Honor Blackman o Ray Bradbury o Clayton Carlson o Douglas S. Cramer o Morton Dean o Claude Debussy o Sharon Dolbare o Howie Dorough o Barbara Eden o Steve Edwards o Valerie Harper o John Lee Hooker o Cecil Kellaway o Sylvia Koscina o Dorothy Parker o Leni Riefenstahl o Diana Sands o Norman Schwarzkopf o Layne Staley o Karlheinz Stockhausen o Cindy Williams o Deng Xiaoping o Carl Yastrzemski

Rod's random thoughts Welcome is the thunder to the man who's lived too long in silence.

It is a fact and not a pun that some heft and hoist barbells to attract bar belles. Some work out to keep from going out and working.

More than just a part of love, suspense is head foreplay.

PICTURE POSTCARD
for Margaret Blackstone
Inspired by a postcard photograph
of Edna St, Vincent Millay

She stands beneath a tree
                           that blossoms,
apple blossoms, I suppose.
A smile, an inner smile
                  is somewhere there,
a laugh half opening, then gone.
Delicate. Shy. Stopped still
within a world
         that she made up.

But she only waits
to lead you in,
and who would not come running
sneaking past the gate
and down into the orchard
she's made richer
by her dallying this day?

If I am passing by Meg's office
I never miss the chance
to pause within the doorway
just to reassure myself
the postcard is still there.
It always is.
A picture of the shy Edna Millay
                              reaching up
to touch an overhanging bough
of plum or apple blossoms.

No drenched and dripping apple tree
not in this tinted photograph;
only the bough that sunshine
burst from bud to blossom.

My appreciation
of the cameras blink
has never been so strong.
I have not marveled more
at the beauty of a tree
so filled with blossoms
it might lean and fall,
even when I stood
                   in such an orchard
my own self.

Meg bends over piles of words
that crowd her desk
                 like double anthills
and on the bookcase just in sight:
a picture postcard.

Now softly in the whisper
                          of a whisper
you can almost hear
the girl inside the postcard say,
"I will be the gladdest thing
                       under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
                   and not pick one."

And you believe her.

- from "The Beautiful Strangers," 1981. A Revised Version appeared the same year in "Too Many Midnight's."

 
     
 
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