Thursday, September 17, 2009

Just start to laugh, and God says no...

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So this is how it comes about.

I've used it many times, but never has it seemed so proper.

"I grow old, I grow old,
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled"

Prufrock's lament to the passing of time, his previous impotence when it came to doing what he wanted. The inability to digest even the simplest of fruits.

So maybe that's why I've always loved this poem. Aside from the indigestion. A mirror to me.

Behold, for I am Gabriel Conroy, grabbing for the lame and useless words to comfort those around me. I am the jealous and ineffectual man who sits at the head of the table and makes a frightful ass of himself.

Twenty fucking five years.

Twinnyfife.

By this age most people have already set out about on what they would most like to do upon the earth.

But screw those guys right in the ear I guess?

Twenty five years of experience. What has that gotten me so far?

A hippie disposition.
An awesome dog.

When life gives you lemons, fine a guy with a bottle of vodka and throw a party.

Unfortunately that guy is usually myself.

So, here's to a quarter century gone, halfway to 50.

25 more and maybe I'll have a decent grasp on personal opinions.

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous8:46 AM

    Baz Luhrman, "everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)"

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  2. A+. Had completely forgotten about that.

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