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Photo by Dan Chapman ©2001 Stanyan
Entertainment Group
A Thought for Today
The smart tree bends with the wind.
THREE
NOVEMBER PARAGRAPHS
When my name is attached to a
piece of work most people expect poetry, a song or prose with a premise
(beginning, middle and conclusion.) But, over the years I’ve done a lot of
writing that doesn’t fall into any easy category. The following paragraphs
have at least two things in common: Each was written to be spoken against
music for a particular record album and while they come from different
projects in different years all of them were jotted down near the end of a
November.
November Resolution
Every living thing runs from
the rain. Animals and birds, people, children in the fields with paper
kites. I’m no hero...my kites are made of paper too...not mandible if they
get wet.
I began by loving nobody, then everybody, then... only you. And now I’ll
go away and learn to love nobody again.
-from the album “Home to The
Sea.” 1969
Come Home
The man looking out of the
mirror at me this morning when I started to shave seemed puzzled. Were you
expecting John Wayne ?
Looking back, I half expected to see you smiling there. Just as I
always assumed that you would be next to me in bed each morning, across
from me at breakfast, by my side all day, and with me every night.
The ice is on the river, all the leaves are down, come home.
- from the album “The
Seasons: Autumn,” 1979
Deep in the
Forest: (Soliloquy from The Black Eagle)
If I leave a trail of bent or
broken branches I can find my way back home. If I don’t - there is no sure
chance I’ll get back safely - or at all. But why think of the home place?
Surly there is mystery in the wood, something different happens here and
maybe the deeper in the forest you go, the deeper the mystery, the better
the chance of finding something different.
I am not afraid - yes, I am – but only of those things my little mind
cannot yet understand. I want to learn, to have life without dying for it.
I want life now.
I hear so much but I see so little. I see so little but I hear so much. I
must be lost. But it was always so. I was lost before I ventured beyond
the village boundaries.
- from the album “The Black
Eagle (A Gothic Musical), ” 1976
Tomorrow is the end of the
workweek and the end of the month so it’s time to pass along “The Stuff”
lurking in the dark corners. Sleep warm.
RM 11/28/2001 Previously
unpublished
THE FINAL
WORD
Today it belongs to Jane
Hernandez:
“A new
business was opening and one of the owner's friends wanted to send flowers
for the occasion. They arrived at the new business site and the owner read
the card; it said "Rest in Peace".
The owner was angry and called the florist to complain. After he had told
the florist of the obvious mistake and how angry he was, the florist said.
"Sir, I'm really sorry for the mistake, but rather than getting
angry you should imagine this: somewhere there is a funeral taking place
today, and they have flowers with a note saying,
"Congratulations on your new location".
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