listen to this

 

In one of my early visual journals I have this poem written.  I remember how funny I thought it was when I came across it in a book I was reading.  I read it aloud to a friend.  We roared with laughter.  You have to have a certain level of appreciation for your own past or current paranoia in order to like it.  It appeared the other day in Writer's Almanac and with no one around except Buck Moss to listen, I read it to him.  Sit still for a minute.  I'll read it to you.  

We Who Are Your Closest Friends we who are your closest friends feel the time has come to tell you that every Thursday we have been meeting as a group to devise ways to keep you in perpetual uncertainty frustration discontent and torture by neither loving you as much as you want nor cutting you adrift your analyst is in on it plus your boyfriend and your ex-husband and we have pledged to disappoint you as long as you need us in announcing our  association we realize we have placed in your hands a possible antidote against uncertainty indeed against ourselves but since our Thursday nights have brought us to a community of purpose rare in itself with you as the natural center we feel hopeful you  will continue to make unreasonable demands for affection if not as a consequence of your disastrous personality then for the good of the collective by Phillip Lopate

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More summer reading.  So good!  The east coast Moss troupe and I retire to the patio each early evening for reading & cocktails.  Yesterday found us here.   A little known jewel of a park where we lolled about on blankets & pillows reading and picnicking until early evening.

The day before we scooted up the coast for a Santa Barbara adventure.

The weather has been mild and pretty close to perfect.  Happy summer dreaming from LA...to wherever in the big wide world you happen to be (!)

Comments

[susan w]

I have saved those words to contemplate. They are posted in my Get Over Yerself area.

Funny thing though, they are clever and witty to read when feeling sound. But otherwise . . . .

[Jan]

I'd love a break from this Tx heat ... someplace where the weather is "pretty close to perfect" !

[Nancy Lynn]

I just read that poem on your sister's blog. I love it. And yes, I would love a break from this awful heat too but I can't so I will stay inside with the A/C on thinking about good things. So glad you are where it is close to perfect.

[Paula S In New Mexico]

Oh that poem...................now that explains everything.....and I thought it was just me.

Near perfect weather here in New Mexico as well. Four days off coming up.....art..grand daughter...reading....wine....yep, I'm pretty darned happy too. Scary huh?

[Sister!]

SISTER! we both did NOT post the exact same poem on the exact same day on our blogs without talking about it. We did not. Although it certainly looks like we did. Do we need to coordinate our poem postings in the future since we clearly like the same stuff. dear me. are we really that much alike?

[Connie Rose]

Great poem, thanks for sharing. As well as the photos of ever-lovely Los Angeles!

[Leslie J. Moran]

The views of LA and the near perfect weather are very encouraging to me! More later:)

[Shar Ulm]

Awwww - You read the poem to your kitty = Awww, so sweet. He's a lucky boy and so literate!

[julie macneil]

oh LA never looked so good! the park sounds wonderful and wish i could of been in on the blanket and picnic party in the park (with palm trees!) WOW is all i can say, i too am stuck inside with the a/c on! :>(

[Susie LaFond]

Your last two posts have left me yearning for a quick trip to LA, better get those temporary wings I keep for such trips warmed up and ready to go. Since I gotta travel light I will only bring my journal along for company. Your pics, as always give me a view I can only get sitting here, I look, I dream, I scroll ever so slowly for full visual impact. The poem left me somewhere between moved and equally amused. And since I am very often drawn to a book by it's cover, (and in doing so I almost always find books I can fall into) this one looks inviting,) wonder if my Borders that is closing (so sad about that) might still have a copy I can nab at discount prices...may have to run up there later....keep your eyes to the north, you'll soon see me flapping my way west....it's site gauranteed to make you smile!!!!!

[nancy t.]

The poem is hilarious, the pictures gorgeous, and the book looks like a great read. Thanks! nancy

[magpie]

love the poem, love the pix.
i'll think of you next thursday :)

[candice mclean]

cool post today (as always. you never disappoint). just thought i'd share what i'm reading. if you haven't read it, i think you will love it. the rice mother by rani manicka. so good.

[Peggy Dlugos]

one of my favorite poems. first read it in an Ann Lamont book.

[Judy H.]

I also first read this in Anne Lamott's book BIRD BY BIRD and loved it!

[Chrissy]

Your post today is nothing short of FABULOUS. Good poem provoking lovely laughter, that dream of a park and view of Santa B with its cool hills - not to mention the pretty message on your windscreen (come fly with me perhaps?).

Good to hear the weather is mild with you.

[Shar Ulm]

Oh, is that what that gray thing with the feather is - a windscreen. What's a windscreen?

[Judi]

I LOVE that poem - completely delightful. And, you read it so well. Thanks for that.