The Great Gretsky: The Aging of a Superstar
26 01 2018A. E. Housman. 1859– |
To An Athlete Dying Young |
The time you won your town the race | |
We chaired you through the market-place; | |
Man and boy stood cheering by, | |
And home we brought you shoulder-high. | |
To-day, the road all runners come, | 5 |
Shoulder-high we bring you home, | |
And set you at your threshold down, | |
Townsman of a stiller town. | |
Smart lad, to slip betimes away | |
From fields where glory does not stay, | 10 |
And early though the laurel grows | |
It withers quicker than the rose. | |
Eyes the shady night has shut | |
Cannot see the record cut, | |
And silence sounds no worse than cheers | 15 |
After earth has stopped the ears: | |
Now you will not swell the rout | |
Of lads that wore their honours out, | |
Runners whom renown outran | |
And the name died before the man. | 20 |
So set, before its echoes fade, | |
The fleet foot on the sill of shade, |
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The Lonesome Thoughts of Bob Dylan…
26 01 2018When I was in college at the University of Windsor a friend of mine invited me to a party in Detroit. I declined. I’d had problems crossing the border. They thought I was a slug. My hair was too long. Or I was the wrong sex. He went. There was a bunch of people in the room. Smoking dope. Listening to loud music. Eating blocks of ice cream. One of the guests was Bob Dylan. He sat in the corner. Talking to no one. His head bowed. Lost in some thought. My friend said Dylan was like that all evening. And I couldn’t lose the impression of Dylan in a world by himself. His mind, drifting.
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The Ugly Face Of The Time Machine
26 01 2018Its odd as human that once a technology gets old, we become sentimental about it. There was an old factory in Guelph, Ontario from the early 20th century that had been abandoned. Touring the building one was struck by the craftsmanship needed to construct such a place and what a hell-hole it must have been to work there. It is as if Dante’s inferno and paradiso were caught in one image, one experience.
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A Tear Fell From Her Fingernail
26 01 2018Mothers participate in something that is a kin to being joined with the rest of the universe. Or at least life. After everything has passed, they still know that they were part of something marvellous. Men are spectators. We are like the moon. Grey, lifeless. Circling the womb.
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Aert de Gelder 1645-1727
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More Night Cafes
26 01 2018Gaughin after seeing Van Gogh’s painting on the Cafe de nuit decided to do his own piece. I liked it so I decided to do mine as well. First we’ll see Gaughin’s and then mine. Notice that the main character in his work looks like him. And the cowboy looks like me. One of the other characters in my piece is one of the most famous comic strip artists in Europe but he is shy of publicity so I won’t give you his name.
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