Saturday, October 24, 2009

Blue Puppy.

This is a Soviet cartoon that came out when I was my daughter's age. It is in two parts and entirely in Russian. So watch if you speak it.


Stop! and think once in a while
you have no reason to run away
you have nothing to fear but
you fear anyway and they say
that fear for fear's sake is in style
these days again so you're in a rut

and you think that being afraid
like every one else will make you
different somehow and lift you up
above your status but it's hard to do
because, I am sorry to say, I'm afraid
nothing's more common than fear so Stop!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

In vino veritas.

They say there is truth in wine
While I don't know if that is true
It would be rude if I'd decline
To share a bottle of red with you

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

I reach for the past.

I reach for the past
but it does not reach for me
in return because the memory
has faded and is gone at last

It wants nothing to
do with me its buildings lie
in ruins covered by sand and I
have been long gone too

Et si tu n'existais pas.

This is a French song that I really liked when I was a kid. The singer's name, Joe Dassin, seemed strange to me at the time. Recently I learned that he was an American. This is a performance from 1973. Enjoy.


This is a video of Al Bano and Romina Power singing their song Felicita. Italian music was very popular in the Soviet Union when I was growing up. Now I can relive my childhood via YouTube. Enjoy.

Monday, October 19, 2009

I sing the body.

I sing the body eclectic
with all the bits and pieces
that comprise it.

I sing the little metal
gears that move back and
forth keeping time.

I sing the graceful hands
that display the obvious and
the not so obvious.

I sing the golden case
which houses the whole and
the sum of its parts.

I sing the body eclectic
because it is of my body.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

I the undersigned.

I, the undersigned, upon running into you at a bookstore
will proceed to bore you with the details of my daily life
to which you are required to listen by the terms of this
rather poetic contract.

Then you, the undersigned, will proceed to regale me with
the details for your latest adventure in some exotic location
which I am required to imagine and envy because of my
inability to take such a trip.

At the conclusion of this transaction, we will depart each
other's company and proceed with our own rituals
carrying a little bit of the other with us.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

If W.H. Auden.

If w.h. auden were william butler yeats,
his initials would be W. H. Y.
and who knows what torment
he would pour on the unsuspecting
heads of poor english majors.

Or if yeats were keats,
he would be romantic
and less prone to see
patterns where there are none.

Then he would be changed,
changed utterly and a terrible
beauty'd be born.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

What about 2012?

This is a sign on the side of a camper advocating Christianity that is parked by the Bloomsburg Fair. It seems these people aren't familiar with the Mayan calendar.