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A Thought for Today

Luck lies in bed waiting for the postman to bring news of a legacy. Success is up at six A. M. and off to work.

 

ROD IS IN REDDING CALIFORNIA AND WILL HAVE A READING & BOOK SIGNING PARTY AT BARNES & NOBLE FOR "A Safe Place to Land" at 7: PM TONIGHT.

We hope many of you will show up to support his first bookstore autograph session in 15 years. The Double Platinum CD's will also be available and so will copies of his "Listen to the Warm" CD.

Updated McKuen biography just posted! Click below for more details:

Rod McKuen Biography

notable birthdays Roger Ailes o Alan Autry o Laura Branigan o Betty Buckley o Earl Butz o Jack Carter o George M. Cohan o Michael Cole o Tom Cruise o Brigatte Fassbinder o Pete Fountain o Walt Garrison o Thomas Gibson o Roger Horchow o Franz Kafka o Dorothy Kilgallen o Carlos Kleiber o Johnny Lee o Johnny Palmer o Susan Peters o Geraldo Rivera o Ken Russell o George Sanders o Tom Stoppard o Montel Williams
Rod's random thoughts Simple men sometimes conceal genius in their ears and pockets, a rabbit in the hat, scarves with dazzling colors appear and disappear from nowhere, bright balloons from Brigadoon, pigeons, doves, and other birds come from ears and noses. In other words, not only birds, but who in life turns out to what anyone supposes.

Being born a bastard gave me an advantage over all those people who spend their entire lives becoming one.

Exaggeration is a poor magician.

THE EYES HAVE IT

It's only the rope
finally uncoiling,
the glacier melting at last.
It's only the wind
licking its fingers.
The bird in silent prayer.
The mudlark down
by the rivers edge
helping to build the farm.

Only the boatman
crossing the river,
passengers arriving
at The Isle of the Dead.
The derelict hanging out
at the station
thinking God lives
in package stores,
grocery shops.

It's only the boy
who promised forever
losing you in his
soft blue eyes.
Only the dustman
emptying cans.
A little band
at the corner playing
beautiful, difficult lullabies.

Only the miracle
you always prayed for
but certainly didn't expect.
It's only the lovers
down in the park
giving their summer performance.
Only the girl
with blood stained eyes
saying the song is over.

It's only the roadway
still unpaved
with holes the size
of empty pockets.
Only the locket
you lost or pawned
with nobody's picture
still inside of it
struggling to get free.
Only the spout
of the teakettle whistling,
holding the cup
and saucer hostage.
It's only the cat's eye
fixed on a hen
with spangled plumage,
a red hat on
and no party to attend.

It's only the artichoke
pealed by experts
dropped in the gutter
and sailing beyond
the neighborhood corner,
the edge of the world.
It's only the sound
of the head exploding.

It's only erosion
having its way,
invisible algae eating the sea,
having The State
for bed and breakfast.
Only the melon
being recalled
back to Detroit for repairs.
Nothing but Armageddon.

It's only the shadows
turning to substance
as darkness shudders
and closes its hand.
The eye of the hurricane blackened.
Only the beast
you keep in the basement
coming topside for air.

A messenger only
coming from heaven
to shore up our dreams
and take us away.

Speak in a softer language.
Smile without showing your tongue.
It's only me
on a Thursday evening
coming to you
with a bright smile on ..

- from "Valentines," 1986

1970, 1986, 2001 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan o Coordinated by Melinda Smith
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