Memory Insists On Pining

This caught my eye today from Summer Storm by Dana Gioia:

Why does this evening’s memory

Return with this night’s storm –

A party twenty years ago,

Its disappointments warm?

There are so many might have beens,

What ifs that won’t stay buried,

Other cities, other jobs.

Strangers we might have married.

And memory insists on pining

For places it never went,

As if life would be happier

Just by being different.

Indeed, memory does seem to pine “for places it never went.”  It feels natural to believe that “different” must be better, that “Door #1” I didn’t pick must have been better than “Door #2” that I did pick.  But of course we don’t know, never will.  Not really. Still….

Events In Life

There are times when Howard Thurman’s writings feel bottomless:

“It is urgent to remember that death is not the worst thing in the world.  Again, death is an event in life.  It is something that occurs in life rather than something that occurs to life.  The distinction is important and urgently significant.  If death is an event in life, then it must take place alongside an endless series of events, none of which exhausts life or determines it….  [T]he glorious thing about man’s encounter with death is the fact that what a man discovers about the meaning of life as he lives it need not undergo any change as he meets death.”

Haiku Wednesday

Photo taken a couple of years back inside (obviously) Mel’s Pub, a dive bar in Detroit (They made me go!) That I immediately recognized the neon as five syllables for a haiku calling for twelve more syllables speaks volumes, though I am not sure exactly what is being said. But this has been sitting my my “ready to go” folder for some time and today seemed like a good day to release it into the world. That, and nothing else came to mind today.

The Calendar

Today from Howard Thurman:

“[T]here are many things that move unchanged, paying no attention to a device like the calendar…that are not noted by the calendar, even though they may be noted on the calendar….  There are desires of the heart or moods of the spirit that may flow continuously for me whatever year the calendar indicates.  The lonely heart, the joyful spirit, the churning anxiety may remain unrelieved, though the days come and go without end.”

It becomes easy in life to focus on, to get tied up in the calendar, and to lose site of the fact that there are many things not on the calendar that deserve attention.

Life Is “A Loathsome Hag”

It can be difficult to generate a chuckle early in the morning, say within the first hour of waking up.  Chuckles seem more likely to occur as the day progresses, or doesn’t, as the case may be.  However, these lines from William Meredeth’s Poem About Morning accomplished that difficult task so efficiently this morning that the chuckle may last me until late evening:

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But the clock goes off, if you have a dog

It wags, if you get up now you’ll be less

Late.  Life is some kind of loathsome hag

Who is forever threatening to turn beautiful.

Now she gives you a quick toothpaste kiss

And puts a glass of cold cranberry juice,

Like a big fake garnet, in your hand.

Cranberry juice!  You’re lucky, on the whole,

But there is a great deal about it you don’t understand.

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Indeed, “life is some kind of loathsome hag” but there is “a great deal about it I don’t understand.”  But I do appreciate the chuckle.

Ode to Billy – Collins, Not Joe

The more I delve into Billy Collins’ poetry, the more I appreciate his style, particularly his ability to mix the right amounts of seriousness and irreverence and shake them gently into a pleasant cocktail.  As the concoction goes down smoothly there arises that pleasant reminder that while life is indeed serious shit, one needs to be wary of taking it too seriously.

From Nightclub:

You are so beautiful and I am a fool

to be in love with you

is a theme that keeps coming up

in songs and poems.

There seems to be no room for variation.

I have never heard anyone sing

I am so beautiful

and you are a fool to be in love with me,

even though this notion has surely

crossed the minds of men and women alike.

You are so beautiful, too bad you are a fool

is another one you don’t hear.

Or, you are a fool to consider me beautiful. That one you will never hear, guaranteed.