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16 July, 1998

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A Thought for Today

Never settle for less than more.

 

"Rod: You have written a lot on writing and the writing experience. This is one of my favorites. Any thoughts of combining all your thoughts about writing in a single book? Yolanda" 

Hmm, that's a thought, Rod

ON POETRY

Poetry is elastic, but it should be concise . . .a very tight rubber band that won't break when stretched. Not only is it a poet's duty to chronicle his life as he sees it in relationship to the world around him, but more important a poet is a keeper of the language. Not yesterdays or tomorrows, but the language of now. My poetry cannot be judged against those poets who have gone before me or even my contemporaries. I am the poem. The poem is me. No one can safely tell me what my poems should be or should have been, because I lived them. They are my feelings and my experiences and must stand as such. If you read a poem of mine and identify with it, then the poem becomes your experience. You will live it your own way - read into it something I probably never meant to say. That is as it should be.

Auden once told me that my poems were 'letters to the world' and he was 'happy that many of them had come to him and found him out'. If that is so and there are others out there expecting mail, I hope more of my letters go astray. 

-from the introduction to The Rod McKuen Omnibus, 1975. First published in Flight Plan 7/16/98

notable birthdays Constance Bennett o Sarah Bernhardt o Patti Davis o Catherine Deneuve o Joan Fontaine o Annette Funicello o Jeff Goldblum o Alan Ladd, Jr. o Timothy Leary o Doris Lessing o Franz Liszt o Christopher Lloyd o Dory Previn o Robert Rauschenberg o Tony Roberts o Leon Trotsky o N.C. Wyeth
Rod's random thoughts Without an audience of one or more, what constitutes the validation of a thought or work?

Scratch a legend and you'll find a crack.

Without regrets there are no aspirations.

JULY 11

i saw the sun come up this morning
the only way a sun can come up
one by one the lights of the city went out
and the sun took over

it moved over the mountains
like a young athlete doing push-ups
it flexed its rippling muscles
it did backbends and push-ups
and showered in its own light

i stood on a quiet hillside at daybreak
and there God introduced me to the sun

now
with the sun shining in my eyes
i behold the pattern of the leaves
the variegated color of the hills
the beauty of marsh moss
and they are all pale
before you . . . 

                     -
from "And Autumn Came", 1954, 1969
© 1954, 1969, 1975, 1998, 2000 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan o Coordinated by Melinda Smith
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