Glory Road Part#2

I’m about half way through Glory Road.  Yes, I’m one of these people who may be reading a book or two or four at the same time.  I’m also working my way through The Wolf of Wall Street.

Talk about a contrast of character.



To Speak of Woe

Great selections!

Fourteen Lines

Weight of love

To Speak of Woe That Is In Marriage

by Robert Lowell

The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open.
Our magnolia blossoms. Life begins to happen.
My hopped up husband drops his home disputes,
and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes,
free-lancing out along the razor’s edge.
This screwball might kill his wife, then take the pledge.
Oh the monotonous meanness of his lust…
It’s the injustice… he is so unjust’
whiskey-blind, swaggering home at five.
My only thought is how to keep alive.
What makes him tick? Each night now I tie
ten dollars and his car key to my thigh…
Gored by the climacteric of his want,
he stalls above me like an elephant.’

Don’t ever accuse Robert Lowell of not having a sense of humor.  What are we to make of this sonnet?  In my opinion Lowell intentionally uses the sonnet structure to poke…

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Buzz- ing

A lot can change in almost a decade yet human nature never does.  I was reading Buzz and could see bits and pieces of my own life and other people I know in Katherine Ellison’s words and story.  There were a few laugh out loud bits.  I could empathize and understand.

Ellison chronicles a year of focusing on her son, Buzz, and his diagnosis of ADD. Ellison chronicles her own family, her own past, and now her son and trying to figure out what Buzz needs.  Ellison writes with candor and honesty and gives perspective to topics that can’t be found in many other places.

Secret Self

Great read!

Retired, Not Dead

Sure, sometimes I feel under-appreciated.  Who doesn’t?  The many thankless tasks that I complete that go unnoticed and unthanked–it happens.

But most recently, I’ve noticed how much credit I get for things that I just don’t deserve.  I feel like an imposter.  The general consensus is that I’m generous, “a nice guy.”  But I know my darkness.  I feel like the character William, from the film Almost Famous who explodes when the character Penny Lane declares him to be “sweet.”  “Where do you get sweet? I am dark and mysterious, and pissed off! And I could be very dangerous to all of you. You should know that about me.”

Yeah, that’s me.  Dark, mysterious, pissed off.  Just this week I purposely drove 50 yards or so down a one-way street the wrong way just to to avoid going around the block.  Dangerous.

Most recently I got way too much praise…

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