Strange ...

 

… just yesterday my feel got thinking its great 

to still be not gone and do what I do do

And not think my tv doesn’t like me 

And lets me enjoy the genius

and think about when he was young 

and had to have people get girls off his car

When now its time to turn white

While songs I’ve taken in life 

tell me again of trouble and prison and moon

shingles and jangles and salt spray 

as we move our bodies and sway

Taking youth for granted and old age as dream

While people sit in rooms and wait for what’s next 

Listening to lonesome stranded sisters 

and seeing thru see thru blouses and offers from natures

and wait watchers and doing imitations of him 

sans intimidations and attitudes like 

first is first and second is nothing 

nothing's happening everything’s happening 

snow and guns and zeitgeist philosophers still  

and tears and quiet and new songs, 

dreams in and on and then some. 

It was Diane Keaton day on TCM yesterday … big eyes in Reds with a super fab Nicolson as Eugene O Neill. He underplays and it stays with ya. And Baby Boom with surprising boom bada boom stockinged lengths and shiny hair and a baby born to be a baby to the manner born movie star. 

Can you guess who’s signature this is? Aint it elegant, don’t it make you wonder and miss rare rightness along with me - all that lush rush of frequent jubilant access to sensation all round bushes and near rivers?