Musings

That’s poetry for you…

contemplating out loud,

like songs with pithy lyrics,

art that stops you in your tracks,

singing to the stars at a campfire,

a handbill passed out to a crowd.

A catchy tune catches you, becomes

a mind worm that you can’t shake.

Even The Beach Boys had something to say.

Teenaged girls screaming at the Beatles

because of the longing in their hearts.

Not just information…art communicates

experience.

Poetry is inefficient: a picture is worth a

thousand words.

Music echoes down the ages and never gets old.

The town is quiet today between fiestas.

Old guys like me like it that way.

Smoking cigarettes, toka mort,

longing for nonexistence.

“When will they ever learn?”

that’s a line from a sixties folk song,

the answer is pending.

An enlightened guy said his teaching method

was like a blind man swinging a stick in a crowd

occasionally hitting someone.

That’s a good analogy for how we learn from art.

“You can lead a whore to culture, but you can’t 

make her think.” Dorothy Parker…similar sentiment.

The truth is never negative.

It’s the lies that enslave us.

Riding into the future in our shiny convertible 

with gleaming teeth, 

we just numbly don’t get there.

Many more ways to get lost than to be found.

If the truth was a snake, it already bit you.

Looking for an antidote, we measure out our

lives with coffee spoons…

Stavros Narcos on his treadmill

hoping to never die.