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Rod in “The Best is Yet to Come” 11/6/04
Photo by Shira Greenburg ©2004 by Broadway.com. Used by Permission

A Thought for Today

Age teaches you to avoid ink and fill out your address book in pencil.

 

SOME WORDS ABOUT WORDS

The other day as I was browsing through new e-mails I came upon the following:

Dear Rod, I can't believe it never occurred to me to look, but I've found you, and duh, an internet search was so easy! I discovered your work back in the early 1970's as a teenager and only have one of your books, Lonesome Cities, which I've been reading today. I have always carried this poem in my head that I believe you wrote, but I have no idea in what publication or the title, etc.

It states, "It doesn't matter who you love, or how you love, but that you love. For in the end the act of loving anyone is the act of loving God." Did you write that? Where would I find it in print? Those words have sustained me over the years in validating myself and in trying to teach others about the universality of love. I will certainly update my collection of your work from your website.

Thank you for being, and for your work. I lived in San Francisco for 11 years in the 80's; I loved to sit at the edge of Golden Gate Park at Stanyan and Haight Streets and imagine that you had in fact been right there somewhere nearby at some point in time living your life. Now I live in Carson City, NV, and I just re-read in the back of Lonesome Cities that you had also lived in NV. May I ask where in NV?

It is my dream to someday see you live and hear you speak your words. I will check your performance schedule. Most sincerely, Nancy Brewster-Meredith


Dear Nancy, the line “It doesn’t matter who you love or how you love but that you love” has quite a history and this is the first time I have ever addressed it.

The line was born in the 1960’s. I used it as a tossed off comment at the end of my concerts but it seemed to take on a life of its own. The first time I saw it quoted in print was in an essay in The New York Times regarding the Stonewall Riots in Greenwich Village. The essay advocating Gay Rights offered something to the effect that “even poet Rod McKuen has said, “It doesn’t matter . . .”

The 60’s were a time of turmoil on many fronts in our country. Every night the Vietnam War played out on our television screens, women were demanding a better shake at work and in society and we all worked hard to try and get our elected officials to pass the ERA amendment.

Despite the peaceful marches and protests of the 1950’s and the pioneering work of a new breed of heroes Black and White, African Americans were slow to receive equality in Southern America.

My ‘throw away’ line began popping up on T Shirts and both Peter Max and Sister Coretta did posters quoting it. It continues to draw attention so that it’s now up there with another phrase I coined, “Make Love Not War.” If I had to be remembered for a single line I would prefer the former to the latter.

Funny thing about lines that become slogans, both Time and Newsweek used “Gun’s don’t kill people, people with guns kill people.” And, they did credit me. Both pro & anti gun movements latched on to it as a slogan. Explain that one to me. And I wish I had a royalty for every time a magazine, periodical, promotional flyer or whatever used “Seasons in the Sun” to capture the summer or advertise a sale.

The first time I used “It doesn’t matter . . .” in one of my books I added a second line in order to elaborate on the thought a bit and finally by 1977 when “Hand in Hand” was published it became a proper poem of three stanzas and a title, Creed. Here it is.

CREED

It doesn’t matter
who you love
or how you love
but that you love.

For in the end
The act of loving anyone
is the act of loving God.

The good in men
is all the God there is
and loving is a contribution
to that good
and to that only God.

© 1961, 1969, 1980 by Rod McKuen &
The Stanyan Music Group. Copyright Renewed.

As far as I’m concerned “Creed” is aptly named. It is a philosophy I try to live by. Despite the word God appearing in it three different times, it is far from a religious poem or tract. God, in this case, is a euphemism for the higher aims in all of us. Nor is it anti religion. The point of poetry is that it can provide different meanings to different people without making an effort to do so. A poem consists of what you bring to it. If it confirms, makes clear or elaborates on your own beliefs and experiences you walk away from it satisfied. If it doesn’t you turn the page or close the book.

AND FINALLY

I don’t like losing an hour this Sunday night any more than you do but think positively. Remember the old adage spring forward and fall back . . . well in only 210 days you gain that hour back.

Sleep warm and join me on Monday for a new edition of Ask Rod.

RM 3/30/2005 7:56PM PDST

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Rod's random thoughts Slander is the coward's bible.

The gypsy has it right. Wander. Leave off yesterday in favor of tomorrow.

If you haven't heard the sunset you have not been listening.

WHISTLE STOPS

I go out slowly first,
               tentative,
like a bather testing water,
I scrutinize the night.
Will the dangers this time
outnumber the rewards?

Where I have been
impatient in past lives
I am content just now
to venture slowly, if at all,
into the darkness.

I know that love
is ladled out,
         unloaded
in the market place
       like bananas
and transistor radios
and those things
made to last
were built pre-1940.

And still I look
not necessarily to find
but more concerned
that if I lower
my binoculars
I'll lose my place.

How fortunate
the whistle stops
       and factory towns
elect to keep my secrets
as they hold their own,
though a secret
is little more
than information
too dull to be passed
from ear to ear
               as gossip–
too boring to be news.

Increasingly
if it were up to me
       I'd hide nothing
except my face
in private pillows.
For I have almost no one
                     to protect.
And yet I'm glad
that cities still
continue as our guard
           and guardian.

Perhaps I have stayed
within my rabbit hole
too late, too long
because I now enjoy,
would not give up,
the solitude
I always fought
so hard against.

What have I learned
as I've gone traveling?
That I'd lie motionless
           forever maybe
or die easily
within some known
           or unknown arms
that wrap me up
and leave me
for the morning's mischief.

One more man, I am,
trying every way I know
to make it through
even one more day.

- from "Coming Close To The Earth", 1977

 
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