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Hey, It’s World Poetry Day!
To celebrate the rhyme
And reason for this day
I’ve chosen just these words
And thrown the rest away
& May
Mike Nichols and Elaine May were what “grown up” funny sounded like, floating through an open door on a cloud of Kent cigarette smoke. The sound was black and white with silver silences. Except for the recording of their Broadway revue, their albums offered no audience to cue laughter with laughter. They were desiccant-dry and precise as a tonearm stylus. Their characters were immediate, vivid, finely tuned in lilting disharmony. They were a knife and a fork, politely, delicately stabbing and slicing, feeding me food I’d never tasted and would forever crave.
And the movies… The movies.
Farewell, Mike. Thank you for sending up Vanguard.
Meligion
Look to the heavens without circumspection;
Imagine that you can see your reflection.
Then carry as scripture this immodest image
From scrimmage to scrimmage to scrimmage to scrimmage.
In Answer to Your Question, My Special One, on Valentine’s Day
OR: IF DOROTHY PARKER HAD WRITTEN FOR HALLMARK
Logic of the bio kind,
A pheromonal torrent,
First summoned our surrender
To nature’s wanton warrant.
Deeper, deeper, deeper, down
We fell into our thrall.
But love? I love you now as then…
Hardly, if at all.
In Thanks
‘Til we met last Decem
I was lonely alone,
Ginned in discrete desolation.
Since you left this A.M.,
I am only alone.
…Begin indiscreet celebration!
If You Must Have It
Have it once or have it twice
Or have it not at all.
But if you have to have it,
Please… Have it in the hall.
Quote of the Day 6/14/14
“Live each day as if it’s your previous.”
~Punxsutawney Tzu
It
Sometimes it’s so easy.
Sometimes it’s just not.
Sometimes it costs twice as much
As everything you’ve got.
Sometimes it goes slowly,
Sometimes way too fast.
Sometimes it’s the right time;
Sometimes it’s half past.
So don’t take it for granted;
Give it all its due.
Just don’t wait til it’s over
To ask “what is it to you?”
Wandering Mined 