THE HEART'S PROGRESS NOTES:
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Youth’s tallow self stolidly
glistened, whitest rendered
solid under sun--
ignorant of the body’s
suspended detritus
But middle-age sundered chest
to oddly spark --- Rube
Goldberg device or God? --
internal flame, to transluce
and clarify flesh
You were never marmoreal
just margarine
What burrows from the melt,
dark suits cannot hide:
clotted veins like soft wax gouts,
sudden escarped knees
erode to camel rocks
Air poisons nerves, hands palsy
so they flicker
in your own light’s guttering--
that's what brought you here
Best to accept prognosis--
surely organs never were buoyant
in either rough marriages or seas--
Accept the dry outback
and relentless winds,
hold that candle steady:
I'll crawl a red raw joey
into elbow's joint
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
You know, doing massage has completely altered my responses to the aging body. It all seems glorious and heroic to me, now, and the tallow of youth is far less interesting than it used to be.
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just margarine
made me laugh aloud!
I view those changes in others tenderly, while being perpetually annoyed by my own aging. A cranky stick of animal fat am I!
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