Rod McKuen - Flight Plan


THIS ONE DOES IT FOR ME PART TWO		A Thought for Today In terms of quarreling, remember to remember to forget. Rod's away on some important business today so instead of the regular column, we'll delve into the memory bank of one of our correspondents. Ken, My favorite Rod McKuen poem is one that I have heard only on one of his albums and have never been able to locate in print. It is called "Sunday". Would it be possible to include online? Thanks, Mary Wideman Indeed it would and thanks for this contribution, Mary. You're correct - "Sunday" appeared on two albums, "The Earth" and "Pushing the Clouds Away". I don't have any record of it ever having appeared in print though I do have a sneaking suspicion that it may have featured in one of the Folios. If we're both wrong I'm sure Jay will let us know! If you have a particular Rod favorite, let me know about it by dropping me a line at ken@mckuen.com and we'll feature it right here. - Ken, Johannesburg, December 9



		Joshua Bell o Beau Bridges o John Cassavetes o Broderick Crawford o Rick Danko o Dame Judi Dench o Kirk Douglas o Morton Downey, Jr. o Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. o Redd Foxx o Hermione Gingold o Buck Henry o Deacon Jones o Emmett Kelly o Joe Lando o Dina Merrill o Donny Osmond o Elizabeth Schwarzkopf o Dick Van Patten

		Sometimes love follows where friendship leads. We are altered by the alternatives we stumble on. Love is knowing when to be quiet, even when it hurts.

SUNDAY		It's hard to believe it can be so quiet after such a noisy Saturday night. There were so many words I wanted to use last night... words I'm afraid of... like... tomorrow... and together... and love. If I say I love you... I want it to mean more than I love peanut butter or James Bond movies. I want it to mean I'm letting go... for always... that I won't turn back. I've never used the word before. I've been afraid. Once you say you love somebody you can't take it back. But let's not talk about love. Let's talk about dogs or Summer time. We can read the funny papers out loud or go to the zoo or just stay here like we are. Come out along the trees with me. You never knew my middle name. I haven't told you that. Do you know that I can stand on my hands ? Almost. There's probably a mole somewhere down your back that escaped my eyes in darkness. We need to know it all... everything that brought us to each others eyes and Why. All those mysteries we've saved for no one we can give to one another. Where did the night go ? Already it's Sunday. I love you. - from the albums "The Earth" & "Pushing the Clouds Away"

Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan

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