Tuesday, March 12, 2013

with love and fun


by Joe Brainard

When I stop and think about what it's all about I do come up with some answers, but they don’t help very much.

I think it is safe to say that life is pretty mysterious. And hard.

Life is short. I know that much. That life is short. And that it's important to keep reminding oneself of it. That life is short. Just because it is. I suspect that each of us is going to wake up some morning to suddenly find ourselves old men (or women) without knowing how we got that way. Wondering where it all went. Regretting all the things we didn't do. So I think that the sooner we realize that life is short the better off we are.

Now, to get down to the basics. There are 24 hours a day. There is you and there are other people. The idea is to fill these 24 hours as best one can. With love and fun. Or things that are interesting. Or what have you. Other people are most important. Art is rewarding. Books and movies are good fillers, and the most reliable.

Now you know that life is not so simple as I am making it sound. We are all a bit fucked up, and here lies the problem. To try and get rid of the fucked up parts, so we can just relax and be ourselves. For what time we have left.

{more about Joe Brainard here}

I love the looseness, the seeming casualness of this poem. I suppose I tried for some of what Joe Brainard has going on in my yet to be published book of poem-essays, whatever you want to call them, titled "Asking."

Just as life is not so simple, neither is the poem. I keep reading it and loving it a bit more each time.

The above shots taken one morning, and the ones below in the afternoon, just after lunch. In the bottom photo you can see the dish that wasn't taken away yet, the hot sauce waiting to be put away. 

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