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  1. Heaven Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy hope or fear. Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond? This life cannot be All, they swear, For how unpleasant, if it were! One may not doubt that, somehow, Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And, sure, the reverent eye must see A Purpose in Liquidity. We darkly know, by Faith we cry, The future is not Wholly Dry. Mud unto mud! -- Death eddies near -- Not here the appointed End, not here! But somewhere, beyond Space and Time. Is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth One Who swam ere rivers were begun, Immense, of fishy form and mind, Squamous, omnipotent, and kind; And under that Almighty Fin, The littlest fish may enter in. Oh! never fly conceals a hook, Fish say, in the Eternal Brook, But more than mundane weeds are there, And mud, celestially fair; Fat caterpillars drift around, And Paradisal grubs are found; Unfading moths, immortal flies, And the worm that never dies. And in that Heaven of all their wish, There shall be no more land, say fish. Rupert Brooke
  2. What drew me here tonight were the mentions of Liz Taylor, Roddy McDowall, etc. Up for sale right now is a private snapshot of another Hollywood figure. I remember this guy was frequently talked about as in the life when I first came to San Francisco in 1995, but he's been very private. This is a great and warm picture, and his "just-friends" is as dishy and dishy can scoop in Lalaland.... *drools a little* lol. Robert Wagner and Jeffrey Hunter, circa 1955
  3. I'm thinking of back-cover descriptions for Mojo. What do you think of this one?

     

    What's the worst thing that can happen to a Gay guy?
     
    Petronius' brilliant satire is here re-imagined in current times. From LA to Long Beach; from Las Vegas to Baja California; from Burning Man to Malibu and Avalon, Kohl, his boyfriend Gordon and his ex Assauer can't seem to keep trouble at bay. After running afoul of a crazy sex cult, the boys are drawn into a secret world of power and silliness they never knew existed, and all while trying to keep one step ahead of their pursuers.
     
    Read on and find out why the wild characters they meet along the way can only come from Trump's America. 
     
    1. MichaelS36

      MichaelS36

      Yeah, I'd read that ... again!

  4. Some of our wonderful GA poets have recently posted poems about their dads. It makes me want to share this I wrote about mine some 4 years after he passed. I hope you like it

     

    The streetcar leaves the tunnel

    and rolls into a dark

    that reminds me of him.

     

    Such a dark

    would send my father out.

    A drive in any direction:

    the country beckoned

    and he would find somebody he knew.

    Intentionally or not,

    he hoped to sit

    at their table, but not

    by hunger led;

    he sought their variety,

    their vitality to know.

    The evening blooming over him,

    the dusk driving him so.

     

    The car on the street

    slowly turns its course

    and I almost seem to be

    like that man:

    wanting to feel the

    evening blossom over me.

     

    1. Lyssa

      Lyssa

      It is simply wonderful, calm and deep. Thanks for sharing.

    2. Mikiesboy

      Mikiesboy

      He sounds like an interesting man.

  5. Thank you, Mike. In poetry and other writing I've learned there is no right or wrong when it comes to interpreting meaning. Each reader's experience with the piece is valid. With this poem, I have a couple more motivators for writing it than you suggested, but all the points you mentioned are part of it too. You're right about dogs living in the moment and being excellent judges of character. People can live too much in the past or future, and I'm guilty of that. Anyway, there are no wrongs, so I truly appreciate you sharing your thoughts on the poem Thanks again
  6. I jotted (most) of this down yesterday, and organized it a bit this morning. I'm not sure my message is coming through though... Every thought I have appears to revolve Through the mire of emptiness back to this: Whatever issue big or small I solve, Mood and mind are beyond analysis. There are times I chance to wake and see My dog dreaming peacefully at my feet, And wish his brand of naturalness for me When his sleep-tail wags for all he might meet. But in my head, concepts swirl most confused, Not trusting those who love or hate in kind, Shutting down former parts of me amused To glibly fool emotion undefined. As Shakespeare said, to wake perhaps to dream, For in truth, we must be more than we seem.
  7. Three more pieces from Bennett Cerf’s book Good for a Laugh. These show how even in the deep-freeze of a Cold War, a person can always stay warm with a little humor.  

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    Stalin called in his top “yes-men” one morning and boomed, “Boys, I’ve got a great idea! Let’s liberate the Pribilof Islands from the suffocating grip of those money-mad Wall Street bankers.” One yes-man was a little slow with his usual enthusiasm. “I feel I should point out,” he quavered, “that there isn’t a single person on the Pribilof Islands – nothing there but seals.” “They can clap, can’t they?” inquired Joe with a sideways smirk.” “Why, yes. All seals can clap.” “Good. Then after we get done liberating them, no one will be able to tell them apart from the Politburo!”

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    Commissar Malipoofsky journeyed from Moscow to Budapest to see whether the Hungarian state was growing enough potatoes to meet the Russian-imposed quota. “Ah, Comrade,” gloated his Hungarian deputy, “under the inspiration of the glorious Slavic Motherland, our peasants are digging up a crop beyond our wildest dreams. Our spuds will be sufficient to pile up a mighty mountain reaching to the feet of God.” “Enough of your corny dramatics,” said Commissar Malipoofsky, “you know there isn’t any God.” “Yes, and you know there aren’t any potatoes either.”

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    An Irishman was listening to the latest news spread by his mates at the local pub. Later that night, he remarked to his wife, “Seems they’re sayin’ it’s really Khrushchev who’s clapped down on the Korea.” “Well,” said the missus, “two for one! And may God bless the lassie who gave ‘em to him.”   

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    1. MichaelS36

      MichaelS36

      These are great, AC!   Thank you. 

    2. Lyssa

      Lyssa

      The first and the second nearly send me on the floor with laughing. :rofl:

  8. AC Benus

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    ...as they say, the way to a man's bedroom heart is through his stomach...
  9. A powerful and emotional poem. As always, thank you for sharing your gift with us. You bless us with your poems
  10. @Parker OwensIt's wonderful to see your work get featured, my friend
  11. This word is related to "emphatic," I imagine...
  12. I have to say, over the past few months I've really fallen in love with this performance. Scents of sand and sea are everywhere in it, and I keep reliving the seaside love scenes from Merchant-Ivory's "The Bostonian" The Cleveland Quartet, Dvorak String Quartet No. 12
  13. Kanzan poem No. 212

     

    To talk of food will part you with hunger;

    To speak of clothes will leave you feeling exposed. 

    Eat food to be full; wear clothes to stay warm; 

    Give flesh what it's due, but find peace inwardly. 

     

    1. Mikiesboy

      Mikiesboy

      i like this one very much, thanks, AC xo

    2. Lyssa

      Lyssa

      Wonderful translation. :-)

    3. Parker Owens

      Parker Owens

      This is awesome. You’ve given me another Classroom Door poem. 

  14. Kanzan poem No. 229 

    Those willowy boys, four or five of them,
    Are each blue-balled cocks at eighteen years old,
    But make companionable mates for years, 
    Copping postures of love, like foxing on pages. 
     
  15. You may or may not know, but these three Preludes were selected for publication by a musical Gershwin friend. There were many more written and unpublished during his life, and "Sleepless Night" is arguably the best known of theses Preludes
  16. Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me, Whispering I love you, before long I die, I have traveled a long way, merely to look on you to touch you, For I could not die till I once looked on you, For I feared I might afterward lose you. Now we have met, we have looked, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of that ocean, my love, we are not so much separated, Behold the great rondure, the cohesive all, how perfect! But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us, As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever; Be not impatient—a little space—know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land, Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love. Walt Whitman
  17. Bennett Cerf expounds on the so-called joys of being a writer, excerpted from his book Good for a Laugh.

     

    $#$#$#$

    Only one in a million dares make a living by draping hooded cobras around his neck, while there is also a noted sparsity of volunteers to do work like riveting the new television mast to the top of the Empire State Building.

    Yet when it comes to writing – a task that in some ways is infinitely harder to master than that of snake charmer or steeplejack – every man, woman, child, prison inmate, illiterate sop and certified lunatic believes they possess all the talent necessary. A typical note accompanying an unsolicited manuscript reads: “My friends have insisted that I simply must put my life experiences into a book. Please mail contracts and advanced royalties by Monday, as the landlord is getting impatient.”      

    $#$#$#$

    Humorist Stephen Leacock had a long string of college degrees, and his Canadian associates were in the habit of addressing him “Doctor.” The purser of an Atlantic liner, having heard Leacock called this for three days, rushed up to him one evening and said, “Doctor, might you examine the star of last year’s Ziegfeld Follies? She slipped on the promenade deck and may have sprained a hip.”

    Leacock later reported ruefully, “I rushed to the site of the accident as fleet as a gazelle, but alas, two doctors of divinity had already beaten me to her!”

    $#$#$#$

    Author Elliot Paul cherishes the following as his favorite memory of his then-publisher Horace Liveright. The editor had mailed back the typescript for The Governor of Massachusetts and told him to cut 10,000 words. Paul kept it a week, then returned the package without opening it. Liveright sent a telegram: “Congratulations. Now it’s perfect!”  

    $#$#$#$

     

     

    1. Mikiesboy

      Mikiesboy

      Haha..first is soooooooo true. As is the last sometimes...haha. Thanks AC!

    2. Lyssa

      Lyssa

      :D thank you for sharing these.

  18. Today’s serving of jokes falls under the general heading of “Domestic Bliss” – enjoy. These come from Bennett Cerf’s 1952 book Good for a Laugh.

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    Neal O’Hara met an old pal whose equanimity had been upset. That evening at dinner, his wife announced with their coffee, “Today I’d finally had enough of wearing my old rags. That’s why I marched into Famous-Barr this afternoon and bought ten new dresses.” “Ten!” shrieked the mortally wounded husband. “What can anyone do with that many new dresses?” The wife knowingly sipped her coffee. “I knew you’d agree, dear. I’ll go down there tomorrow and get the ten matching hats.”

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    A real estate developer’s wife told Irving Hoffman at a cocktail party, “I hear the rumors, and they’re untrue.” “Which rumors are these?” “The ones saying I married a millionaire. I made him one.” “And what was he before?” “A multi-millionaire.”

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    George Heister tells of a tired businessman whose grueling day at the ad firm was capped by his wife’s announcement that the maid had walked out. “What was the problem?” he inquired wearily. “You were!” she charged. “She said you called her unspeakable things over the phone this morning.” “Good grief,” sighed the husband. “I only said those things because I thought I was talking to you!”

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    2. Parker Owens

      Parker Owens

      The third was my favorite; the first put me in mind of so many films from the era when people wore hats as a matter of course. 

    3. Reader1810

      Reader1810

      I had a thought, so searched his name on Amazon to see what I’d find. This wasn’t his only book, but alas, Amazon does not have this one. 

    4. BDANR

      BDANR

      Haha! These were cute. I enjoyed the laughs :D!

  19. Thank you, Lyssa. Vividness appears to be the goal Hans sets for himself with the first three stanzas of this poem, and then the emotional ray of hope breaking through at the end. I hope I have brought this sonnet's effect in German into English, for it surely is one of the best WW1 poems ever published. As always, your support has been invaluable to my efforts with H.E-D's remarkable work
  20. The ringing notes of hope which end this sonnet speak to a time (I imagine) when such scenes will not be played out in the future. Hans is reputed to have partial towards this poem, and the notes of hope seem to tell us why. Thank you for your comments. They are always appreciated
  21. So true about the sun; it's still the best treatment for bedsores. For me, this is another remarkable poem because it can place the armchair patriot in a soldier's place. Hans here almost seems to be the sun trying to shine some true light on what his "we" has to bear for an older generation's idea of glory. Thank you, Parker, as always for your comments
  22. A serving of Bennett Cerf’s legal advice from his book Good for a Laugh. The third one applies to a certain former so-called mayor of New York…he should heed this warning even today.

     

    A very distinguished prosecuting attorney was married to an estimable creature, who, unfortunately, drank a little too much. At a fundraising event one afternoon he reproved her, “My dear, that’s the fifth time you’ve gone to the bar and asked for a highball. Doesn’t it embarrass you?”

    “Why should it,” she chuckled. “I just tell everybody I’m getting them for you.”

    ^^^

    Two quickies:

    - Grover Whalen is asking friends if they’ve heard about the street cleaner fired from his job. To their “Why?”s, he replies with a smile, “Because he couldn’t keep his mind in the gutter.”

    - At a recent press conference, Police Commissioner Cullman revealed the name cops have invented for youth picked up at disorderly houses: “Brothel sprouts.”

    ^^^

    Chauncey Depew, addressing a graduating class at Harvard Law School, reminded these future lawyers, “Everything you learned here will go for naught if you forget this one fundamental rule: when it’s clear somebody on your side is headed for jail, be sure it’s your client!”

    ^^^

     

     

        

    1. Mikiesboy

      Mikiesboy

      All brillant and funny ... partial to the brothel sprouts one .. thanks AC! xo

    2. Lyssa

      Lyssa

      :2thumbs: so funny.

    3. Parker Owens

      Parker Owens

      Thank you for bringing these great gems to us. 

  23. A hard lesson to learn... hugs
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