WHY ASK MY ADVICE, IF YOU REALLY WANT A 'LASSIE COME HOME' POSTER ON HIS BABY BLUE WALLS, GRANNIE?

I was asked, yesterday, for some advice about 'choosing a couple of old movie posters' for an acquaintance's 25 year-old grandson's new apartment.......'He loves old movies, so I thought I'd get him a couple of 'cool' posters for his 'entertainment room' wall"......Since every time I've seen him, he seemed either stoned, drunk or 'high' on something.....I advised her to get this pair......She was, as I would have expected, disgusted by my advice and decided to acquire a couple of old 'dinosaur movie' posters..........Jurassic Park and Ice Age...(ho-hum).....I recalled the time, when I was around 12, that I wanted a subscription to Famous Monsters of Filmland, from my 'bible-toting' Aunt Frances, for my b'day.....She gave me a zippered, leather-bound bible with my name, stamped in gold on it's cover......I didn't toss it into the trash, but its 'gilt' pages are still stuck together, never opened......I attempted to return the bible to get the "refund" money for the magazine subscription; however, 'no returns on "customized items'! Aunt Frances commented, "You are a 'dark' child, honey, but I love you anyway.....more than you could ever know.....Should I have gotten you Barbie and Ken dolls?" .....Oh, please!

IT'S NOT LIKE GETTING A KITTEN OR A CANARY..........

When I was in elementary school, I walked to Woolworth's...just a few blocks from West Clinton Elementary School, to check out their parakeets....to find a yellow one......and was drawn to this cute little alligator that was the same price as the budgie......'Gate' grew and grew, until he was a bit unmanageable at 18".......what to do? I took Gate to the Big Spring, downtown, and released him 'to the Wild', where, I'm sure, he later gobbled down a swan or duck or goldfish or a few, until The City decided that there were far too many 'abandoned animals' (mainly ex-pet alligators and crocodiles) living in the Big Spring's Lake......chomping the feet and legs from the ducks.......These 'gators' can get really big....big enough to dine on US! Everything's just 'lunch' for big reptiles.......

RETROSPECTIVENESS

I was feeling some confidence, as I'd gotten permission to take tap dancing lessons AND piano lessons AND lariat and basket making lessons and had been promised an 'Indian' bow if i missed no days of 2nd grade.....and...I was finally allowed to go to The Grand Theater, by myself, to see "It Came from Outer Space"...in 3-D! I was so enthusiastic about "MOVIES"....especially '3-D' ones....that i walked to school...not only avoiding a noisy busload of kids, but saving half a buck a week...to spend on movie-going.......Yes, this 'look' is one of 'new confidences'......and a really crappy-looking cap......Retrospectiveness is just the relative rusty dull past redecorated with icing and sparkles......such is the nature of Memory.........does anyone remember their childhood as less glamorous than it was when they were formulating memories of it? So....if you're under 30....don't worry too much.......when you're in your lazy-boy recliner, reminiscing about your Wonder Years in the interstitial spaces between memory granules, the Present will vaporize in the laser-focus of false memory and fallalery of wish-fulfillment after the facts dreams...........Now, is the only time there is........Let us be "all for one" in this moment, for it is this moment that brings the next..........

 

A tip of the hat is for passerbys on the boulevards of civilized society......i prefer a telling glance, forever renewed by change of course and the redirection of dreams by the truths of Life..... as maddening as this way of life can be...

Sometimes. i am Shelly's Prometheus, drifting into the endless enigma of this temporal jungle; yet, in a second, and for one, i see the all that is and nothing more.....i have my near-sighted eyes wide open and my ears tuned to the timbre of voice, listening to the lark's calling and the titmouse in the berry bush...... the great, voracious birds circle, eying my stumbling, and still i tip-toe across the Styx on stones left by those who went before........instructions, floating on the wind, blow 'bout the world of dreaming and i awaken where i was before the world changed.....i've lost the sextant and must travel by intuition.........i've heard tell of a golden compass......... the magic stones, lost in the pool of an ancient waterfall..... the maps hidden in an uncharted desert........of gods in the clouds, on mountains and far away.........but, i was told in a dream from who knows where......that all we need to know is embedded within the helix changed with countless mix..........today, the sunlight draws the crocus and hyacinth into the cool air, then the cactus blooms of summer, the musty autumn and then the frozen realms beyond, from which the breath of tomorrow emerges.......