June 20, 2008
The primer then, proudly
Is the bell jar gladly
Of the rythym belonging
to life
Vaunted still, sadly
Words bounce off madly
Echoed through the chambers
of heart
Very few, hardly
Are my extraordinary
Mental contemplations
of thought.
June 12, 2008
The terribly sweltering heat
Beating down relentless
upon my back
Dripping beads descending
Unbearable
Must get inside
quickly,
And stay hidden inside
The cool.
May 10, 2008
I used to find that art was lovely
I used to find beauty a romance
I used to find the summer was endless
And in the palette I took sheer delight
I used to find the grasses were lush
I used to find the fidgeting a thrill
The shadows and folds they used to entrance
And in the form I found my true joy
But the softer hues all have grown flat
The figure has faded from view
It is only a picture now,
Some suggestion of my former youth.
May 10, 2008
I don’t really care for poetry
Except my own
Because it’s quite good
(Poets must have extraordinary self-confidence.)
May 10, 2008
Goree and Victor
Once into the woods
Wandered they
Said the former to his friend,
“We are lost”
But never did the latter agree.
April 30, 2008
The bravest of men
And wisest of council
Often will go to bed
Before they might change the world.
March 31, 2008
Just in case you’ve wondered where I’ve been, I’ve been away.
Every so often, the Father takes us away from the normal flow of our lives to tell us or show us something critically important. Thus have been the last few days of my life.
In spite of the pain of this particular lesson, the outcome is my faith is much stronger than it has been in a very long while. So, if even for that alone, I am thankful for this time.
I’ll be back again soon, when I feel the verve to write something pithy.
Be good,
MBH
March 19, 2008
All right, so I finished The Beautiful and Damned last night. Wow, what an ending! If you haven’t read the book, I won’t ruin it for you, but suffice it to say I was stunned. The last two pages sort of redeem the entire book for me (if I had any major complaints to begin with). For the first time in his albeit-short literary career, F. Scott Fitzgerald has managed to pull the rug out from under the reader and take his breath away—a talent he would deftly master in his next book, The Great Gatsby.
Speaking of Gatsby, it is with undeniable pleasure and anticipated delight that I will take to it again next. This will complete my revue of Fitzgerald’s trifecta, and I must admit a certain satisfaction that I have accomplished what I pledged to do some two years ago.
Anyway, more happy reading.
MBH
March 12, 2008
My cat, Austin, died yesterday. He was fifteen, a ripe-old age for a feline, but it makes his departure no less difficult to comprehend. As of Sunday he was fine; then, yesterday afternoon, he was gone. I miss him terribly, so much so if I write any more it will get to me. At any rate, changes are inevitable in life, and this is just one more.
In other news, I’m almost done with The Beautiful and Damned, which I think is a much better book than Paradise Lost. You can see Scott Fitzgerald’s literary talent blossom, especially in the second half (once Anthony and Gloria get married, for those of you familiar with the book). Nonetheless, I think it’s an incredible literary leap from Beautiful to The Great Gatsby–some strike of genius must have seized Scott between the two to make him write such a masterful work. All I know is I can’t wait to get to Gatsby again.
Well, here’s to my dear old friend. Rest in peace.
MBH
March 5, 2008
Had you known me
Back in school
I lived largely in the shadows,
Full of pluck and aplomb.
