Starting some more ‘give away’ boxes
old curtains, window shades
stuffed animals
not the animals with which i’ve developed emotional attachments
just the ones i don’t like and can’t remember where i got. like bozo the clown here
he’s gone. definitely keeping goofy he’s
been with me since 1961
and the black and white musical bear.. plays
brahms lullaby. about the same age as goofy. they’re staying
they know me.
de buddha says all life is sorrow so be happy when you can
and happiness is only a state of mind
as children, petting a happy friendly dog was happiness
as an old person and/or artist … if we but remember
happy little things
and best of all is the help we get from our friends
…..Summer Breeze
A look at Artvilla in November 28, 1999
As you can see Artvilla was “Modern art, poetry, music, the cats and the kitchen sink”. I had to drop the kitchen sink because of traffic to the keyword. I should have turned into a kitchen sink store, I’d be rich now. Ha.
Archive.org and the Wayback Machine have archived much of the early internet. It is a noble attempt to capture a fleeting moment or two which would be lost. It is a noble attempt to capture a slice of folk creativity and energy which would be lost.
These are all magnetic spots which are there because someone has paid a bill somewhere. If the bill is not paid no one considers what is lost. The lights just go out so to speak. Ten years of work and creativity can disappear without a flash. Over the years I have seen many of the early great internet sites disappear. Thousands of poems by unknown poets lost. I guess only an unknown poet can cry a tear for them.
I hope Archive.org can pay their bill.
THE REUNION
He’s back with family,
Mother, father, sister.
The silence of the meeting
And then what we can only
Imagine.
Do they touch?
Do they kiss?
Do they talk?
But do they even remember who they were
Or what they are?
Is she still his mother
And the father with all the jokes
Can he still tell them?
And his sister, she’d had such pain
Is she smiling again?
But do they even know that I am
Here?
I leave a stone in case they do
The Reunion © Seymour Shubin 2012
Postcards from the Unemployed
by Joan Pond
I”ve had it with this job,
my last day was the finest of the year.
I said goodbye to the boss
and tossed aside cares and woes.
Oh no,
not enough quarters for the meter.
Who cares?
I”m no longer meting time,
it”s mine for awhile.
I”ll bask in this abyss;
this abeyance.
They do say ignorance is bliss
and so here I shall remain.
Dear Libby,
I”m glad I”m not “˜there”.
Sincerely,
Your former employee.
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