A beautiful song for a heart unsung. This was so many things at once - not easy I'm sure, tender, insightful, reverent to name a few.
Thanks, Auntie.
A beautiful song for a heart unsung. This was so many things at once - not easy I'm sure, tender, insightful, reverent to name a few.
Thanks, Auntie.
Thank you, Prince and fire, you're both too kind!
Despite early predictions that the team would likely become a post-season contender in a favorable position to win the World Series, this year presented the New York Mets with scores of problems, most blatantly with the majority of their core players on the disabled list for most of the season. The remaining shoestring roster struggled defensively, with plenty of amateurish errors and a failure to achieve effective pitching strategies. Offensively, the structure of their new ballpark did not seem conducive to home runs, while base-running mistakes cost the team several RBIs. Emblematic of the team’s troubles this year was a late August home game in which the Phillies were leading. While seeming to rally in the bottom of the ninth, the Mets became victims of an unassisted triple play, only the second such game-winning triple play in Major League History.
As of September 1, 2009, the record of the New York Mets was 59-72, with 31 games left to play in the season.
“ ‘Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.’
‘Yes, Sir, I know it is’. . .
Some game if you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game all right, I’ll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren’t any hot-shots, then what’s a game about it? Nothing. No game.”
–J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Playing Out the String
At this
point
the sports
metaphor
collapses
hard.
Are we supposed
to swing through
the motions,
look at our
watches, settle
our affairs --
or fight
meaningless
battles
refusing
to surrender
to the inevitable?
All right,
it is
September,
and it’s
the bottom
of the ninth,
but so far
nobody’s
out.
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“And since thou so desirously
Did’st long to die, that long before thou could’st
And long since thou no more could’st dye,
Thou in thy scatter’d mystique body would’st
In Abel dye, and ever since
In thine, let their blood come
To begge for us, a discreet patience
of death, or of worst life: for oh, to some
not to be martyrs, is a martyrdom.”
–John Donne, “The Martyrs,” 1633
“My mother is actually the most sound existential philosopher I've ever met. Her point of view is more profound than Kierkegaard or Nietzsche. She says, ‘Every day you're above ground is a good day.’ “
-Kiss musician Gene Simmons
An Exhortation Forbidding Suicide
It’s not this life but sorry circumstances
I want to shed, but still I want to leave
this earth of shredded dreams and absent chances.
Yet lacking me, the world won't wet its sleeve
with weeping. Dogs will wag their tails,
and songs of birds will hold their tones.
Skies will stay blue against white points of sails,
while stems won't cease to bend where winds have blown.
The world would stay, if I left it alone.
Without a world, I'd lack a place to stand,
I'd flounder so, bereft of gravity,
not a step closer to the closing plan,
missing what I'd left and what was left to see.
Rejecting all, far more I'd need,
adrift from terra firma ground.
Renouncing life invokes a senseless creed.
Poor lives are better than none, I have found;
so for the nonce I think I'll stick around.
Auntie, I've never subscribed to the current popular platitude, "it's all good," because it's not all good, but it is all balanced somehow.
This is what I get from both the structure and content of your poem. The couplets at the end of each stanza provide a stated harmony.
It is a just argument beautifully written.
Prince and Firefangled, thank you both.
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The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Adore it Auntie! Just what I need at the moment...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Escapee
From the brush he darted out
with three dull-coated sparrows
leading the way.
A nearby porch became a perch
for reveling in the new-found
freedom of the day.
Despite the downward-tilting bill,
he appeared not at all wild
but cared-for and trim,
unaware of any upcoming chill
or an unknown owner missing him–
but blissfully content to preen,
flaunting his feathered exotica,
tropical and green.