I’ve got me some hoop dreams, Coach! That said, they have nothing to do with basketball…
If you didn’t get that joke it’s like because you weren’t in my grade 11 Law class when the ex-convict stopped by for a Q and A. Your loss, I assure you. Some things you never forget. For me it’s this. And 9/11, of course. Sorry.
Today is the post equivalent of a clip-show episode. A little fresh material at the nose and tail of the broadcast with the fat consisting largely of what is essentially a post-modern repost. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.
I didn’t just pull anything off the shelf though. These are indeed some forgotten favorites. First a musing on wasted time and shaking off casual apathy followed by a brief ode to some my best friends.
“Live”, March 27, 2018.
Often if you wait too long
Miss the good part of the song
It’s not too late though if you try
At least begin before you die
We never know who’s time will come
So live each day negative numb
Then when your string is at last snipped
You will find fortune’s favors flipped.
“Untitled”, April 18, 2018.
Some friends who are always there
Each page more knowledge to share
Grizzled tomes to pamphlets new
Everything in between too
Lofty tales of heroes brave
Innocents for them to save
Wicked fictions horror’s clutch
Killers sly and lovers touch
Learn about the real world
Hidden mysteries unfurled
Travel free of physic’s pull
Mass, gravity, forces null
There’s a book for everyone
Lets not spirit’s freedom shun.
I’m quite fond of the last two lines of the first poem. As a Greek Mythology buff the whole life/string/fates thing really speaks to me as an analogy.
For the record, audio books totally count still as reading. I’m a big time fan. Love walking the dog at night while simultaneously getting my Stephen King fix. Plus it sometimes gives the walk a flavor of potential doom. Most titillating.
Do your thing, my friends!
Happy trails and well, you know,
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.