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"Don't mess with me, I'll scratch your eyes out!"
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: Boing...boing...boing...
Posts: 3,127
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Garrison Keillor can read aloud a set of assembly instructions for a kid's bike,
and make it profound. He read this on his radio vignette this afternoon, and I got teary-eyed. It hit both marks on my parenthood, and where I am in life now. The Faces of Children by Elizabeth Spires Meeting old friends after a long time, we see with surprise how they have changed, and must imagine, despite the mirror's lies, that change is upon us, too. Once, in our twenties, we thought we would never die. Now, as one thoughtlessly shuffles a deck of cards, we have run through half our lives. The afternoon has vanished, the evening changing us into four shadows mildly talking on a porch. And as we talk, we listen to the children play the games that we played once. In joy and terror, they cry out in surprise as the seeker finds the one in hiding, or in fairytale tableau, each one is tapped and turned to stone. The lawn is full of breathing statues who wait to be changed back again, and we can do nothing but stand to one side of our children's games, our children's lives. We are the conjurors who take away all pain, and we are the ones who cannot take away the pain at all. They do not ask, as lately we have asked ourselves, Who was I then? And what must I become? Like newly minted coins, their faces catch the evening's radiance. They are so sure of us, more sure than we are of ourselves. Our children: who gently push us toward the end of our own lives. The future beckons brightly. They trust us to lead them there. If you know any poems that mean something to you, please share.
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Thinks Phantoms is the bomb, yo!
Join Date: Dec 2006
Posts: 52
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pity the person who lives in languish enjoys peace by proxy and joy with jaundice has horrific unhappiness of humanness gotten greedy for grief lost love by lust secretes secretly suicidal essence abstains while waiting with writhing withdraws courageous cowardice reaches revelations reality pleads psychotropic poison please demands death as destiny gets a cold hot dog "Pernicious Benevolence" -- A Lacy Dawn Adventures Project by Robert Eggleton |
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