THE REAPING & THE SOWING
time love death religion life What if
these are real +not just illusions? What if
wild men who caught and sang the sun in
flight did not go gentle?
Somerset said: dying is a dull+dreary affair
my advice to you is have nothing whatever to
do with it History will keep grasping for you
The poet Clive James (Sentenced to Life)
dying of leukemia+emphysema He with bandaged
head where carcinoma radiated said: I was faithless
sly deceitful I regret it all
Clarity seems to unite the death memoirists Clive writes
in a recent poem: when did you ever see so much sweet beauty?
Why wait to smell Mr. Reaper’s acrid breath? Take the cutting
shears to your life leave only what is vital Oliver Sacks the
psychiatrist with multiple metastases in his liver says: I want to
So can the living learn to think like the dying? Self-flagellation only
works while flagellating Egos are almost immune to death otherwise
who would get out of bed? And episodic amnesia is exactly what it is
cracked up to be Each day brings another shot at immortality
the day they will find the cure
ban the bomb resurrect ronald reagan
who finally banned the neutron bomb he
considered the perfect death-ray!
What if your favourite places: the last bohemia sinking into the sea
a whaling island packed with Range Rovers until Labour Day exerted
a magnetic pull greater than your grey city with dirty mounds of melting
ice +dog shit everywhere The one that has an iron grip on your soulless glory
Cry UNCLE or gnaw off your left foot + RUN
I am taking percoset to sleep, and I have
become an addict, and don’t care!!
Drugs are wonderful. Looking forward to Spring!
(excerpt from 97 yr. old mother-in-law’s diary)