I long to write poetry

I am reading Parnassus on Wheels,

there is no way I could handle,

Patricia Highsmith this week,

Too dark.

Parnassus On Wheels by Christopher Morley,

is delightful and old-fashioned,

about a woman who chucks it all,

to sell books from a wagon.

It’s cute, it’s smart and it’s helping to maintain,

the love I have for my trade,

and ground me in the decision,

I made years ago,

to chuck it all to sell books,

not from a wagon,

But still…

As far as book selling weeks are concerned,

I can’t complain.

I realise I have been all over the map lately,

with my posts,

I was thinking I wasn’t giving you enough,

book talk,

today’s post is not really about books.

But, it is about poetry.

I love poetry,

like,

I love opera,

which means,

I don’t get half of it,

but,

I love it,

nonetheless.

I go through poetry binges.

I reread Howl and I shudder,

           I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by

          madness, starving hysterical naked,

How much do I understand?

I don’t know,

I don’t care,

it makes me shudder,

it makes me sad,

it makes me angry,

at waste,

war, drugs, indifference.

It makes me feel.

I read Edna St-Vincent Millay,

who,

unfortunately no-one reads anymore,

        My candle burns at both ends;

        It will not last the night;

        But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-

        It gives a lovely light!

To me, that has always meant,

Go For It:-)

Poetry is considered a hoity toity sort of art,

nowadays,

but,

like opera used to be a popular art form,

the television of it’s day,

so too,

was poetry,

pop music has supplanted it.

You all know,

I like both television and pop music,

these are the facts and they are undisputed

But, poetry is different,

quieter,

more seductive,

less sexy,

more sensual,

more carnal,

less brute,

pop music is about moving your body,

poetry is about deep eye gazing,

I think,

but, what do I know,

 I’m single:-)

I’ve written love poems over the years,

either I wrote them for the wrong women,

or they sucked,

because success was,

 at best,

 mitigated.

I’m hoping to get a chance to write love poems,

again,

maybe not today,

maybe not tomorrow,

but,

someday and for the rest of my life.

Because,

to have a woman to write poetry for,

would be,

delightful.

To have a woman who wants you to write poetry for her,

heavenly.

Later girls,

BB

** A nod to A few Good Men, Tom Cruise, before he became a raving lunatic.

and to the Greatest love story of all time, Casablanca. Here’s looking at you, Kids:-)**