We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Dream Song 104: Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one!
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ways, and an honour or so, but on the whole fifty was a mess as though heavy clubs from below
and from—God save the bloody mark—above were loosed upon his skull & soles. O love, what was you loafing of that fifty put you off, out & away, leaving the pounding, horrid sleep by day, nights naught but fits. I pray
the opening decade contravene its promise to be as bad as all the others. Is there something Henry miss in the jungle of the gods whom Henry's prayer to? Empty temples—a decade of dark-blue sins, son, worse than you.
Turning 55 soon. Not looking forward to first major surgery, etc. Like many folks, at 50 life was breezing along and then things got a bit bumpy. Have now paid some dues and had a few painful loses and am not looking forward to more. They will, however, arrive so now I just pray I never want to throw myself off a bridge like that poor poet did. I wonder about the people who pick up the pieces after something like that. Here is a short, simple poem I found on an old print that is a (very) small anecdote to lifes trials. Do not know where it is from, maybe Irish.
Tis easy enough to be pleasant, when life flows on like a song,
But the one worthwhile,
Is the one who can smile
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble
And it always comes with the years
And the smile that is worth the praise of the earth
Is the smile that comes through tears.