words by Anon.
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photo taken December 2015
one year ago:
Dollops
two years ago:
So Hard & So Soft
three years ago:
Snowblind
four years ago:
Stalking In The Stalks
five years ago:
Sometimes He’s Sulky
six years ago:
Camera Hog
seven years ago:
Do you accept donations for Charlie?
eight years ago:
Toy, An Interpretive Dance
January 23rd, 2016 at 2:11 pm
The first poem I ever loved would make you cry for sure.
January 23rd, 2016 at 7:32 pm
Toss up.
Two poems I discovered in junior high.
Casey at the bat and The Ballad of the Harp Weaver by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
I have eclectic tastes.
I have a few now but this is my current favorite:
Prayer After Eating by Wendell Berry
I have taken in the light
that quickened eye and leaf.
May my brain be bright with praise
of what I eat, in the brief blaze
of motion and of thought.
May I be worthy of my meat.
This is the one I want read at my funeral:
The Lesson of the Moth by Don Marquis
i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires
why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense
plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves
and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity
but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself
January 24th, 2016 at 12:20 pm
Wow, I like that one ! The last paragraph is an eye opener.
January 25th, 2016 at 1:23 pm
We’ve had years of poems from your lens and Charlie.
January 25th, 2016 at 6:47 pm
Great image, as always. And great topic. For me, it’s this one:
“The Star In The Hills”, by William Stafford.
A star hit in the hills behind our house
up where the grass turns brown touching the sky.
Meteors have hit the world before, but this was
near,
and since TV; few saw, but many felt the shock.
The state of California owns that land
(and out from shore three miles), and any stars
that come will be roped off and viewed on week-
days 8 to 5.
A guard who took the oath of loyalty and denied
any police record told me this:
“If you don’t have a police record yet
you could take the oath and get a job
if California should be hit by another star.”
“I’d promise to be loyal to California
and to guard any stars that hit it,” I said,
“or any place three miles out from shore,
unless the star was bigger than the state-
in which case I’d be loyal to it.”
But he said no exceptions were allowed,
and he leaned against the state-owned meteor
so calm and puffed a cork-tip cigarette
that I looked down and traced with my foot in
the dust
and thought again and said,”OK- any star.”