Saturday, July 15, 2017

The Three Best Films

...of the 21st Century

1. Wonder Boys - there is no contest, no disagreement, no room for dissent, hesitation or equivocation. Dylan won an Oscar for Things Have Changed. Case closed.

2. High Fidelity -  Another first person narrative, this one from inside John Cusack's character, and his path from love to love to love to real love; a path we have all been on.

3. People Like Us - The protagonist dies before the movie begins. In the aftermath, a story of two unknown siblings leading parallel lives of desperation, until a playground brings them together.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Summer of '42

If you don't know why this is here, then you don't know me.

Sunday, May 21, 2017


Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wondrin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Gettin' through
Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder
We'll meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was looking for to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, Don't I know your name?
I muttered somethin' under my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And everyone of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue

So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters' wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point
Of view
Tangled up in blue

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Who did he touch, who did he know?

I hear the voice
that claims my name
Invisible being
one and the same
Who is this man
Where did he go
Who did he touch
Who did he know?

The end comes closer
with every word I write
as every deep breath
drifts into the night
then hangs above
staying out of sight
I feel its shadow
I sense its bite.

Kiss me deeply
hold me tight
say that you'll love me
all through the night
skin so soft
smell so sweet
blessed the lifetime
that we would meet.

Love is a warmth
she felt for me
a face and a touch
never meant to be
Passion noble
intimacy sublime
nothing but air
strange vision of mine.

Regrets overflowing
no longer proud
song effervescent
never heard aloud
rain against windows
falls from a cloud
fleeting lifetime
of love disallowed.

Elusive dream
I keep alive
in melodic echoes
of no compromise
serene blue water
distant no more
the past disappears
behind the last door.

Lift me up slowly
through the faint light
across the dark borders
that hide in the night
reaching for something
so misunderstood
wishes I wanted
a wish that I could.

I hear the voice
that claims my name
Invisible being
one and the same
Who is this man
Where did he go
Who did he touch
Who did he know?