Thursday, June 4, 2015
Portrait of a Liberal Artist as an Old Man
I’’m quite old but considerably immature.
Worst of both worlds—but aim to make
virtue of it. Don’t have to eat spinach or
make nice, pat puppies or smell the coffee,
postpone joy or be here now. I leave my
turn signal on or forget to use it—drive
below the speed limit; never look backwards
in reverse. Spill.
Nature has nothing to offer and rainy days
are better than sunshine. Cozy indoors with
a quilt. smart-phone, lap top and a Facebook
account: trolling the virtual
Hyde Park and
Groves of Academe: life of the mind. Ridiculous
to the savvy; offensive to the conscientious.
Joy to the whirl, all you boys and girls. One
must imagine me happy.