tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post1001333719038644068..comments2023-12-24T09:46:52.681-08:00Comments on Carnivale Selah: The Dangers of Springcafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-26347395151944143812019-03-22T08:31:11.383-07:002019-03-22T08:31:11.383-07:00Yes, April is the cruelest month, mixing memory an...Yes, April is the cruelest month, mixing memory and desire. Stiff upper lip, old girls. We all must suffer. . . memory and desire. cafe selavyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-64524488232316591242019-03-20T17:14:56.265-07:002019-03-20T17:14:56.265-07:00My T's most favoritist poem ever.
My son h...My T's most favoritist poem ever. <br /><br />My son has just sent a link to an article - another favorite poet - Mr. Ferlinghetti is going to be 100 on March 24. I am going to read something from Coney Island of the Mind. I'll leave it here. It reminds me so much of him. I've had some bad days. Spring and all. We worked hard on his cottage garden - and now someone else lives there and the flowers feel like they should belong to me - and the yard and the veggie garden. <br /><br />But - no longer. And I'm trying to find my way forward. The poor fellows who live in the old neighborhood are putting up with me - lovely as they are. We smoke joints on their porches now. And hope for warm sun and talk of our memories. They let me get weepy - and try to make me feel better. I fear one or two might want to take Tom's place truth be told - but they are good old boys and I love them. <br /><br /><br />The pennycandystore beyond the El <br />is where I first<br /> fell in love<br /> with unreality<br />Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom <br />of that september afternoon <br />A cat upon the counter moved among<br /> the licorice sticks <br /> and tootsie rolls <br /> and Oh Boy Gum<br /><br />Outside the leaves were falling as they died<br /><br />A wind had blown away the sun<br /><br />A girl ran in<br />Her hair was rainy<br />Her breasts were breathless in the little room<br /><br />Outside the leaves were falling<br /> and they cried<br /> Too soon! too soon!<br /><br />Lisa Nickersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02748824411772434531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-84833068325910278012019-03-20T08:32:37.869-07:002019-03-20T08:32:37.869-07:00"Oh keep the Dog far hence..." ??"Oh keep the Dog far hence..." ??AnitaNHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10019496117372995136noreply@blogger.com