Quote of the day--from TS Eliot's
The Wasteland--see link below--
And when we were children, staying
at the archduke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a
sled,
And I was frightened. He said,
Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we
went.
In the mountains, there you feel
free.
I read, much of the night, and go
south in the winter.
TS Eliot, The Wasteland.
Marie Marie
For Marie who needled me and needled me, for maybe 3000
miles.
You don't know anything about me really.
You often bark up the wrong trees.
But I can't waste time correcting you or arguing with you.
I have more important things to do.
Most of the time I pretend not to hear or to be asleep.
Lately I have started, taking off
my hearing aids in both ears.
And as for your devilish delving
into my marriage and my life,
you will find nothing there--why
muck around in an empty grave.
And I will write my memoirs or I probably won't
but in any case
I will only write what I want to write.
Don't get too curious.
If you wish to know you can read my fiction.
I won't give you any free copies of anything anymore either.
You who cut up frogs for your cutting pleasure.
Even a dead frog can only give up
what it wants.
Don't waste your time
and don't eat when you get bored.
It's not my job to entertain you, though it was nice to be
driven around by you
so long as you don't drive me crazy.
It's a long haul and you just can't make
snap judgements in 2 minutes
as you do.
What can you know?
I have lived 2 times longer than you,
and at the very least
read more books, while you,
hide the titles of the bodice busters
you borrow from the library.
Oi vey
hard to see you pushing your mother like that
but one day
there will be no one
there
to push.
Too bad.
KMKaung
12-10-2015
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