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A Thought for Today

This administration has run out of gas. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t costing us $2.50 a gallon for what’s left of it.

 

Dear Diary,

Halloween doesn’t arrive until Sunday and the post is already clogged with Christmas catalogs. My pick for most dubious gift suggestion so far comes from New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art catalog. “Kid’s Accordion; everyone loves the sound of an accordion, one of the world’s most popular instruments. The perfect size for children, this high-quality instrument produces an authentic sound in a two-octave range in the key of C. Only $19.95.”

OK, here’s the deal, if there is someone out there you really dislike and they have children, why not give each of the little kiddies a Christmas Accordion? This is really a gift that will be remembered all year long.

RM 10/27/2004

A FLIGHT FROM6THE PAST
6 October 1998

A SUMMER POEM FOR AN AUTUMN DAY

It’s cool and quiet today. The beach days for this year are behind us in sunny Southern California and no matter how hard we all hope for Indian summer; the chances of it happening are slipping fast.

Though I’m not sure we really had a summer of '98, July and August came around the same as always but much less predictable than in the past. Today I’m passing on a summer poem I ran into while re-reading "Looking for A Friend." From the looks of it I must had a pretty good friend the summer it was written.

- 10/4/98, good buddy. First published 10/6/98

BEHAVIOR AT THE BEACH

I try to keep
from pushing up against you
on the street
       in public places
here at this hardly public beach,
even coming up behind you
softly, stealthily, when we’re at home.

Admittedly my effort
to put a hold on how I feel
is hardly any effort at all,
love has taken hold
of any sensibilities I had
                 or given me
so many senses of another kind
that even your embarrassment
                   at open fondling
that should be saved for privacy
fails to keep my hands
in even well worn pockets.

Just now
the beach is filled
with people making love
and building several hundred
          unimportant conversations.
We say nothing.
There is no necessity for speech
                         between us
but I roll over every twenty minutes
to rub you down with oil
             supposedly against the sun,
‘til finally you’re layered
like a channel swimmer
or a lacquer box in progress.
I doubt the sun will find its way
through so much petroleum.

The day done we’ll go home
and you’ll be paler than an egg.
Did I really once perceive you
                      as a friend?
Oh you are, but so much more.
I hope my trusted friends
of long standing and seniority
will understand why I’ve become
to them a missing person.
If they came upon me now
I’m sure they’d find me certifiable
for any institution they could name.

Come into the water. Uncross
your fingers, I promise to behave,
besides you’re slippery
as an overflowing lamp. I’ll scrub
your back with cool, wet sand.
You can float head up, face down,
at your pleasure, supported by
my forearm steady underneath
your breasts.

You see, I can be counted on
to be good natured as a friend
and as a lover to behave.

- from "Looking For A Friend," 1980

AND FINALLY

A while back Graham wrote Ken to ask if the album Pastorale was available in any form. It hasn’t been issued on CD yet but the double LP can still be found at StanyanHouse.com

Sleep warm and join me again over the weekend.

RM 10/26/2004 8:05PM PDST

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Rod's random thoughts The only thing we own without condition is experience.

As animals should not be caged so love cannot be legalized or legislated. It must be able to run free.

Unless you call attention to your presence, who will know you’re there?

OF SONGS AND CITIES

At times I live beyond the reach
                       of my own self,
              outside of me.
Beyond the days
that chased me
down the summer beach.
Closer to the night
but not a part of it.
I am moved by others
and the schedules
that they’ve set for me
rather than my own watch.

I have always been a driven man.
The difference now
is that more often I’m a passenger,
instead of he who turns the wheel
                    and drives.

My battered sneakers
have carried me down streets
I may never walk again,
through towns I can’t remember.
I’ve kicked them under beds
                        in musty rooms
and worn them on the gravel
of a castle courtyard turn-around.

Coming off a stage one day
I heard a lady whisper to her friend:
He’s making money now,
surely he can afford a better kind of shoe.

Ah, but that’s the thing -
money’s earned for comfort’s sake.
I’m comfortable in old things.

I’m asked for wisdom sometimes, too.
Whatever the message that I have
to give is woven in the texture
of my poems and my songs -
        plain though they may be.
When all the schedules
have been met
and I’m alone again
new songs and parts of those
who have grown and gone off
on their own come rushing home
demanding to be held
or asking if they might be lent or given.

What I do and give away
                      is done with love
there isn’t any other way,
even if I thought there was
I doubt that I would use it.

Believe that, for the only lies
I tell these days are those I tell myself.

- From "Love’s Been Good To Me," 1978. Revised 10/25/2004

 
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