Thursday, February 19, 2009

I was cute once... no really!



Will you leave



a beautiful ghost for your grand children


to find on a summers day


can they come to know you


by the mellabotha's* your children say


can you then paint a picture


of your heart with words for them to see


the beautiful ghost left


when you burned out brightly


at both ends of the wick


that was your life left


at the bottom of a shoebox


filled with Kodachrome and light?




obeedúid~

19/feb/09


*A "mellabotha" is my Nana's nonsense word for something made from nothing for the purpose of piecing something together. Akin to a "Cob-job".


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We all carry around at least one picture of ourselves inside. The one that no matter what happens we still feel is US. We grow up, get married, have kids, divorce, etc, and when we think of ourselves we picture ourselves in a certain way. I know when I think of myself as a young adult I think of myself in a mock discus pose that my ex took while I was posed atop a pedestal at the Empire State Mall. When I think of myself as a youth I see myself with my Cat "Ged" perched atop my shoulder playing with my shoulder length "Hippie-hair".

When I think of myself as a kid, well, as a "Cute" kid this is what I see in my mind:


OMG! That kid is so cute "I could just PUKE!" What happened between then and now?



obeedúid~

19/feb/09


Give the Man a Cigar!

Andy pointed out something I thaught was the case at first also....

When I first saw the original of this photo I thought my Great Grand Father had a "Handlebar Moustache". I guess my unconscious mind said: "He has a "Bowler Hat" that must be a Handlebar Moustache too...

John Joseph Burns (circa 1908)

So here is a enhanced closeup that shows that not to be the case. It is in fact a Cigar.

obeedúid~
19/feb/09