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Wednesday, March 08, 2006


"Pay no attention to what the critics say; there has never been set up a statue in honor of a critic." - Jean Sibelius


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah, my shadowy figure, you read my E-Verse. Thank you.

Just placed these two in a magazine:

Church Street
Ernest Hilbert

My friends quietly dropped out of high school.
It seemed each week we had parties for some guy
Going into jail or getting released.
It’s not that anyone thought this was cool,
Only good wishes that the time would fly,
And after twenty beers all his fears might cease.
Now that I look back, with no emotion,
We needed parties. We liked company.
We hardly needed a reason at all:
Never sweet-sixteen or graduation,
But funeral, fresh hitch in the army,
Baby soon for the sad girl in the hall.
We’d vent, catch any reason to not grieve,
Revel down days torn from the years we’d leave.

A Sad Last Number for the Gentlemen at the Tavern
Ernest Hilbert

This one is for all the aging fuck-ups,
The guys who can’t get their shit in one bag,
Can’t find a job much less get there on time.
They struggle to grind tires out of deep ruts,
But they slide back in. They will always lag
In the long race, skid down while others climb.
There are, as a rule, women, kids, and pets
Who learn not to depend on them so much,
Who go on with their lives, nurse their grudges.
What keeps these men from growing up? What gets
Dropped behind them? Something must make them flinch
From life’s harsh contours, its many judges:
As if they prefer to remain children,
More loved, and more easily forgiven.

6:45 AM  
Blogger Quinn Skylark said...

Oh Yeah?


Third picture in the middle of the page.

2:05 PM  
Blogger Derek Bermel said...

A beautiful sentiment indeed, yet a seductive falsehood. have a look...

8:47 PM  

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