We Can Be Happy And Be Thinking of Sad

In a time we hide

Set aside to own our carnal down,

Instead  We’d vent, & veer off, She & I’d,

We could   hash out   the passions of  grief.

&  Briefly we’d agree that

Like artistic  admissions,

All  grievings are respectable, gracious, acceptable   passions.

(And if all would just go and accept them so…)

Oh, we two could  clearly see it how it  should go.

As for  private time,

More intimate time,  to spend away the night,

Well, We’re lovers who wait  with all our might

(And all their  thoughtful insight)

 

 

 

 

IT’S READ MUCH? WEDNESDAY!

What Are You Reading Wednesdays can be a game almost better than     the porn on the teevee. To participate, open your current read to page 34 and answer the three questions listed below. If you have a blog, feel free to leave a link down in the comments so that others can visit and see your post. If you don’t, just leave a note with your answers.

The Questions are:
1. What’s the name of your current read?

2. Go to page 34 in your book  and share at least one complete sentence.

3. Would you like to live in the world that exists within your book? Why or why not?

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1.”Eventide” by Kent Haruf

2. “They came down the plank steps out of the trailer into the bright sun in the middle of morning and rounded the corner in the packed dirt and arrived at the rusted shopping cart that waited like something patient and abiding among the dried cheatgrass and pigweed. They shoved it rattling away from the trailer out into Detroit, walking the cart ahead of them, headed downtown, Luther pushing, panting steadily, Betty coming along quiet beside. They walked paired up under the trees, with one of the front wheels of the cart flapping loose whenever it hit a crack in the concrete or a tone of any size…”

3) there are a variety of American stories here, with very solid American characters  all trying hard to live in them, all straining to make a go of it.     We are here already.

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