3rd & 4th November, 2008
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Photo by Jay Hagan,
7/12/08 Burbank, CA
A Thought for Today
The calm that comes of ones own making is the most
delicious of all treats.
FROM the¨BOOKS
THE MORNING OF MY LIFE
The planting
of my new life
now begins.
Not starting over,
for this month
I'll be little more
than one year old
having had my birth
the night I fell down
in your arms last year
only to rise up
and fall back down again.
And so it is
the morning of my life.
Here I am,
naked, like a child man
open to you always.
In some other life
I started building
all I've built for you,
never knowing you
never knowing
it would be you.
The planting of my new life
now begins
and you will be the farmer
tending me till harvest.
- from "Calendar Poems, " 1968, 1988
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Monday 3 November
Adam Ant o John Barry o
Vincenzo Bellini o Ken Berry o
Charles Bronson o William Cullen
Bryant o Kate Capshaw o
Michael Dukakis o David Eddington o
Fred Fairbrass o Bob Feller o
Dorian Gossy o Wanda Hendrix o
Larry Holmes o Diane Inskeep o
Russell Long o Lulu o
Dolph Lundgren o Andre Malraux o
Terrence McNally o Dennis Miller o
James Reston o Roseanne o
Yitzhak Shamir o Shadoe Stevens o
Monica Vitti
Tuesday 4 November
Martin Balsam o Laura W. Bush o
Art Carney o Sean “P. Diddy” Combs o
Walter Cronkite o Daisy Eagan o
Alexz Johnson o Anthony Kavana o
Ralph Macchio o Matthew McConaughey o
Felix Mendelssohn o Cameron Mitchell o
Louise Nurding o Markie Post o
Will Rogers o Arthur Schwartz o
Loretta Swit o Pauline Trigere o
Yanni o Gig Young |
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Love is the bed you
imagine others lie in when you find yourself alone.
People really cry. A good thing to remember in taking love in
stride, in taking love at all.
To deny the freedom of the will is to make morality
impossible.
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A LETTER NEVER SENT |
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Some nights your
sighs
do not tear up the blackness
on other nights they boil it down
to nothing.
It comes and goes.
A quarrel over lovers,
a dare not taken up.
Love, a cup half full,
not filling up again.
By what divining light
does heat turn into mildew ?
Where does the blurring start
between providence and progress ?
Ever up ahead
another river road.
Another blank page to be filled
and one more beating heart,
someone would like to stop,
that won’t be stilled.
And this is but another letter
that I never sent
and never meant to.
-from “Suspension Bridge,” 1984 |
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