Posts Tagged ‘time’

Poetry Open Thread

Friday, April 24th, 2009

Past and Future

I love that moment when
She realizes and I realize
We each realize the other has wanted to
(Maybe since dinner
Or third period
Or she first saw my profile pic
Or I first saw her across the party)

The first time was in the back-yard
Of a senior center.
The grounds and we were
In formal Spring dress.
Our instruments and our parents and our friends
Probably existed without us
In the glowing distance.
And we rested against, behind a tree,
Less and less able to focus
On talk of friends or Dvorak,
And who would be first chair next Fall.

We are not young for
Fifteen, Twenty, Thirty, Fifty Years.
We are young for about
Five minutes altogether.

We are young for the first times,
The three seconds in which
Her eyes first say yes,
Or our baby first coughs
Or our mom becomes
(it takes just a few seconds)
Feeble in front of us.
The rest of life is just somewhere in the middle,
Like the train-stops between
Here and Home.

In the gym, I watched her
She might have been
Seventy, Eighty, Ninety.
Taking off her coat took with shaking hands.
Eighty-six seconds.
When her pale quivering legs
Hit the treadmill at
Two-point-two, two-point-three,
We all  watched
In polite horror.

We are so lucky, so cursed.


Sunday, April 19th, 2009

The first blog I ever posted to was the Free Dartmouth. (It’s under politics in my blog list.) The way it went down was: Kumar Garg randomly comes into the Free Press (this was before it was basically just our office) office and says, we need to do some kind of ‘blog.  Everyone’s doing this.  In some sense this was said.  So, I set out to design it, and Laura (who is getting married now?!  Dayam) wrote the first post (“Welcome to the first progressive blog at Dartmouth College.”).  Years later, some of the awful (and I mean awfully brilliant) things I wrote against Bush and the conservatives at Dartmouth are still preventing me from getting that job in the Obama administration.  Which is fine – also, bite me, Google.  Your weighting system is heartless and bizarre.

XKCD Blogger

Anyway, now I’m writing about myself, politics, technology and probably other stuff.  I want my friends in, too.  If you’re interested, please let me know and I’ll add you to the writer list.  I’m especially interested in works of short fiction and poetry, which I think just need to be sent into the blogosphere.  (Which Apple Spelling thinks is a word – w00t!)  I always figured that if an alien race were ever to to find us and judge us, and assuming they didn’t just destroy us immediately having watched the latest season of 24 (oh yeah, I went there), maybe they’d come upon some hint that there is beauty and creativity in the world and refrain from massacre, perhaps just using us as kinky sex-slaves or taxi-drivers.

If that’s what you’re into, read on, brothers and sisters of this only child.  Also, comment!  It eggs me on like waterboarding.