January 1, 2013 - December 25, 2012
Monday, December 31, 2012
Acquaintance Be Forgot? uh, speaking of "forgot"....
PULSE MAY BE FAINT BUT IT BEATS ON. As I suspected, New Year's
Eve is promising tributes to Dick Clark, as if he invented this
night. The video above is not my attempt at nostalgicating. Just a
reminder that life consists of eras,
which can be long, formative, and seemingly permanent. But nothing
is permanent. The tides roll, the moon rises and sets, changing
shape all the while, and in the end our defense and our chance at
both poetry and wisdom is memory -- and if I may be so bold --
Happy New Year, Helk. And Lake. And Joseph. And all the friends and
foes of InstaPunk and me personally. I exhibit the rasp of a rough
file. What am I doing? I don't know. In a deadening age maybe
drawing blood, including my own, is the last sign of life.
For Christmas, my wife gave me (among other things, to be sure) a
black sweatshirt featuring the Lion Rampant of a certain celtic
country. (Hers is Ireland.) The legend was: Scotland. Land of
As the new year impends, I apologize to everyone I have offended by
thought, word, and deed in 2012. And especially by writing. I have
no friend, correspondent, or family member I do not still treasure
and wish well. But I'm damned if you'll ever get me to admit it.
Do me a favor. Listen to the whole Guy Lombardo shtick. When Helk
addresses me as "Old Man," he's got me dead to rights. When the
world that made you is lost, it's easy to lose your temper too.
Sincerely now. I hope you all have a magnificent 2013.
And, not to stray too far out of character, good luck with that.