| Doing some clearing up this morning and came across a Silverstein book. Sat down to glance through it – four hours later……… His work goes back to when I think I most enjoyed myself. We could all do Mick Jagger impersonations, drinking lasted all night with hardly any intoxication, work was worthwhile and not too demanding anyway. Old Shel wrote some serious stuff as well as Dr. Hook lyrics. Almost any of his songs grips me – somewhere amongst my stuff I have a CD of him doing some of them. The bit of poetry that sticks is this one. | |
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| There is a place where the sidewalk ends |
In my blog-land wanderings I’ve found one written by a guy who purports to write from a nursing home. He’s 74 but has a fine attitude to being out of regular circulation. Here’s and example of his sort of stuff
Just because we live in The Home for the Feeble doesn't mean we're dead. We have feelings: remorse, pity, anger, fear of psoriasis, and like that. To say nothing of intense heating of the loins. Well, not all of us. Those of us whose prostates have bit the dust are more or less bereft of hot loins.
But not Jillian Comeagain. For one thing, she never had a prostate to give up, and she's ordered an aluminum casket so she won't burn up in a pine box. Jillian is 95. She has had her cap set (see how old people talk about courting?) for one of the two bachelors in The Home. I could see this coming, so I planted a he-voice-activated tape recorder in Jillian's pad, and one day got this after he came calling:
She: "Say something nice about me."
He: Yes'm. Le's see: Your hair is nice and shiny, sure 'nuff, like the tails of the rats that got into Uncle Fred's axle grease. Your varicose veins don't remind me of anything so much as a road map to the county dump. And I love to gaze into your limpid pool of sties. Now, you say something nice 'bout me."
She: "Did you know you were circumcised with pinking shears?"
Splutter, phtz, sqawk....Tape malfunction
Well, as you can see, I’ve been wandering quite a bit. This has kept my mind busy and off the sort of crap I usually post. I’m ending this now so as not to spoil a good posting.