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Sunday, 10 July 2005


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    My girlfriend shows off some pics that she had developed at the drug store. They're from a recent trip to the shore. One in particular, of me, awkwardly posing in front of a red door, is her favorite.

    "I like this the best. It's so . . . you."

    "Ughhh? so me? Why pick this? I'm a loser here. Bald and sunburned . . ."

    "No! This is how I SEE you. This is what you look like to me. It's perfect."

    I self-deprecate. So there's nothing unusual in the fact that I find myself repulsive in this photo. Yet, strangely, the woman I love adores it.

    . . .

    A close friend is an artist. He cartooned me in a strip he's working on. I'm drawn like we first met ten years ago. I'm much thinner, more hair on top of the head. He's given me this hunched look and inked me with quick angular lines. I look sulky and bored.

    . . .

    The only me that I'm truly comfortable looking at is in the bathroom mirror on lazy Sunday afternoons. Eye to eye I understand this image best. The smirk fits, the sleepy-happy eyes. But this appearance is false too. It's only half true. Because no one else sees this except me. Like my girlfriend sees the photo and my friend sees the cartoon.

    . . .

    Its amazing how many different people I am in the course of a day.

Wednesday, 06 July 2005

  • TODAY'S WORD IS RICTUS

    Across from my apartment, on the high tip-top of a neighbor's old stack chimney, there sits a grayish bird with black and white bars on its wings and a long flicking tail. Starting in the morning and lasting throughout the day, this robin-sized fowl perches above the 'hood and sings its little heart out.

    Yesterday, I watched that bird whistle from out my kitchen window. A Dylan line, sharp as an old memory, came into my head:

                 " Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence,
                   He's singin' his song for me at his own expense."

    From the Blood on the Tracks album. Remember? You and I once argued that album, put it on quite a few late evening "Best of" lists -- on the backs of placemats and napkins, over too many pots of coffee. You knew how to belt out a tune and what it meant to "keep on keeping on."

    Dead and gone a full year and still giving me pause.

    I think certain birds smile when they sing . . . or maybe they simply laugh at the rest of us.

    Here's to the Mockingbird.

Thursday, 30 June 2005

Monday, 27 June 2005

  • TODAY'S WORD IS AMATIVE

    What decent young lad of healthy body and mind
    doesn't yearn for that season when he can cast off
    the countless burdens of time and the work hour grind
    So to girder the muscle which was formerly soft?

    And what lovely lass of smooth intelligent features
    won't trade up in an instant a lifetime of sweat
    for the animal pleasures known to simpler creatures
    who rejoice from their burrows when the forest is wet?

    I profess to be neither objective nor wise
    but to all who need counseling I humbly advise:
    "Go discover a lover among the summer's sweet leaves
    and then bump like freak'n bunnies until you forget you have knees!"

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