Daily Archives: July 24, 2024

It’s hard for me

to add a new post here.

I do the ones that go along with the poems, of course. That’s a given. And as such, it’s a pretty much reflexive process; it requires a little effort, but it becomes easier with time.

But things like this, that just tag along with a slow lope connected to a prose piece, are hard as hell.

For instance — I wanted to write a piece about WERS in Boston. I wanted to talk about a piece related to Lyle Lovett’s “If I Had A Boat” and tie it into how I felt near-tears in writing about it, about how writing an appreciation piece for the cleverness and difficulty of the song had become so difficult in the wake of the strokes…

and then it was gone. This doesn’t come close to it.

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I don’t know how you would formally express thanks on this format. Seventy-four or five of you are formally signed up to do so, but I lose the thread quickly in explaining it. I’m sorry.

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That’s it for now.

onward,
T


Remembering

I woke up
and played Joni Mitchell
on the radio, she sang “Summertime”
with a cheering raft of friends.

Then came the Dead and “Scarlet
Begonias” –50 years today
since it was released — and then someone
did a version of a Nirvana song

and I knew I was old,
old enough
for the tears that came up
for the live and the dead.

Last night I went to sleep
thinking it would soon be
too much to mourn for me
and only those who knew me

would mourn for my departure
from the solid world,
the world of
contracts and hibiscus.

Their hands
would be clean of the holy dirt
as soon as they wiped it off
and walked away.

Like a song
they might recall it — a snatch
of it, perhaps — later,
and it would bring up a tear or two

for scarlet flowers,
for crimson blues,
for lithium marks on a bottle,
for days when living was easy.

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onward,
T