We may be closer to the end, but there’s a hell of a lot we can still imagine and accomplish — and fun to be had.
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During these dark times, one has to keep focused on who really matters. Let us who you're holing up with right now.
In this remarkable piece called “Winter Dawn,” Tu Fu captures a moment of flashing epiphany with language, so simple, that speaks from another plain and another time, decades earlier, about the swift flood of life rushing by -- as John Prine wrote, “like a broken-down dam."
At a certain age you become invisible, your mojo springs a leak, that sexual scat you give off lessens, that lust the opposite sex felt for you begins to dissipate and turns into something else your ego must endure, with or without the aid of antidepressants.
Not everyone loses their creativity at an old age.
Here is a poem by E.B. White, in which he frames the profound difference between the mysteries of youth and the virtually impossible cross currents that old folks must swim through. Namely, we who are gaining in age are in some way neither here nor there, he says (“the going and not going”), a state […]