Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
After a wife’s death a man may talk
to his horse with a great tenderness
as if, just this morning, he had tried on
her pink slipper. And if he has no horse
he may crack his window a little
wider when it lightly rains to confirm
the roofs and trees are made
of paper. If there is no rain
he may make himself a meal at midnight,
sweet artichokes and Danish cheese,
a glass of red wine. If there is
no red, then white. He may suck the knife
clean with his tongue. Later
lying awake he may hear the wild lung
of a motorcycle far off on a far road.
If there is no motorcycle, a dog
trying for any syllable in any known
language. Something falling suddenly in
the closet, according to some law.
Nearness in the dark is a kind of beauty
though it is only a lampshade, a shoulder
of the walnut chair. If there is no chair,
then a shelf. A shelf of books with the devil’s
violet fedora tossed on top. Or something
exotic from the sea, manta ray
like the pulse in the ball of his foot.
A man may walk ten steps behind
his life. It may be sorrow of fear.
He may see her back like two doves rushing
up where a boy has flung a handful
of pebbles. If no pebbles, leaves
where a masked prowler hunches, his belt of
lockpicks, his bag of velvet like the one
from which memory snatches. These are
the possibilities, the immaculate
like miracles which are nothing
in themselves, but in this world a sign
of angels, ghosts, supernatural beings
who watch us. Who listen. Who sometimes
helplessly let us stumble on
their pyramids, their crude observatories
or let us, generation after
generation, speak to the broken horse
of the human heart.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
So - it's off we went to Greensboro, NC
Here's a few videos of the Greensboro show from YouTube.com
We drove to Greensboro on a beautiful blue sky day
Harley was, of course, one happy little pup. He loves a road trip!
We like roadtrips too.
When we arrived at the hotel, some of us needed naps
Some of us didn't
And some of us wanted to check in at Facebook
And then it was show time!
The stage from 10 rows back
And there you have it - The incomparable Fleetwood Mac putting on one of the best concerts we've ever seen, and we have seen a few concerts over the year.
Back to the hotel. Harley was happy to see us, I think.
And the next morning, a drive home with more beautiful blue skies
Harley wasn't quite ready to leave
But Donald and I were - and, we were excited about stopping in Wilkesboro for some delicious bbq at Tipton's
A Perfect Weekend
Life is Good