How About “No”?

Yeesh. Heights.

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I could never have been in a picture like this
Never in a million years
For being up high is a thing I don’t like
In fact, it is one of my fears

Not mortal terror as bad as some folks
Where smallest heights scare them to hell;
It’s more that I’m clumsy, and slipping up there?
Don’t think that would work out too well

The “I” That Writes These Words

The Letter I

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I am the evil I rail against
I am the vanity I see everywhere
I am the target of my own invective
I am the skulking shadow of cowardice
.
I who approach these words do so in fear
I who fail almost as often as I try
I who wanted always to be a hero
I who cannot change┬áthe world’s ways
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I can, however, keep trying
I can succeed, albeit occasionally
I can be a hero in never giving up the fight
I can make today a better day than yesterday
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Book Review: Forward the Foundation

Forward the Foundation

I’ve saved this book for over twenty years
And only read it now
And since it is only nominally science fiction
But really a sort of lyrical musing on aging
I’m glad I waited
It makes so much more sense to me at 52
Than it would of at 31

Asimov: one of my favorite writers
Although I loved him for his science essays
Long before I ever read his fiction

The original Foundation trilogy was a great favorite
That I read first in the 1980’s
And when the new Foundation books came out
I read the first two of those
And had been saving the last two
(The prequels)
Until a couple of weeks ago

The second of the two prequels
Was a kind of throwback
Written in the style of the original Trilogy
That had been penned 40 years prior
Connected short stories
With longish discontinuities in time

But this book had a special feel
The glow of a man approaching death
And meditating on the meaning of a life’s work
And how doing it to the best of one’s abilities
Can cost so much in relationships

I would recommend this book to anyone, but
Only after reading the other six Foundation books
In the order they were written
(Not following the internal chronology)

And when you get to the end
And you think back over all that has come before
In a series of books written over an almost 50 year period
The scope of imagination involved
Is truly
Astronomical

Another Brief Diatribe on Internet Quotes

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I think of what we call “a quote”
And what are it’s component parts
That make it what it is

One: someone thinks some kind of thought
Two: they put it into words
Three: we then repeat it back

Yet oddly, on the Internet
So many quotes presented here
Lack one or more of these attributes

Most commonly, they never said or wrote
What we contend they did
These are “false attributions”

Or we repeat back what they said
But change it in the telling
These are called “misquotes”

Or even that they said something
But weren’t the ones who thought it up
Like actors reading lines

A quote is something someone thought up
Said or wrote, repeated back
If one or more of these things we lack
It’s not that person’s freaking quote

And yes – I’m guilty of it, too
And you can quote me on that

What Home Was

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Summer waves lapping on an green rowboat
The smell of bait and fresh-caught fish
Light wind blowing through the bamboo trees
Sunburn on my neck and knees

And Autumns in that light blue coat
The crush I had on Jen’s friend Trish
The games of football in the park
That wouldn’t end ’till way past dark

Warm Christmas evenings by the lights
My parents strung up every year
The tree so large, so golden-starred
The carol singers in the yard

The Springs we played at flying kites
A go-cart we could barely steer
That old green rowboat’s faded prow
Like my green mem’ries – faded now