There were days that even Judy had the Blues.
But there are days when all lost souls do...

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

A Young Man's Convictions

Allowing of course that there
Is no act that has an end,
How can I hope in time and space
To only love you while I can?

How can our hope or care be broken off
When none can yet declare
This is the point at which
This moment Now begins?

How convincingly
Can I describe the eyes' conviction
When what I see is lost inside unfolding worlds
Of how I wish the world to be?

If I should take anything which you have shown,
Attempt by my most human effort to extrapolate that vision—
I swear I would produce no more than
My impression of what you truly are.

If I could take the motion of the gesture
By which you keep me in my place
In constant time and changing space,
Attempt to tear the coursing mystery into atomic composition—
I do not think I could translate that to your taste.

No matter my provocation,
No matter your response,
The answer and the problem set
Conceal the complex truth
Behind our simple act.

Upon reaction each reaction pends;
How seldom do our motions
Move to make us something that is new;
Now everything I once assumed,
I twice assume is wrong!

Ronald C. Souhern
5th draft: 10/12/04
©1970 Ronald C. Southern

Judy Garland's Blues

Why was Judy Garland sad?
Did she have everything—but not love?
What drove Judy Garland mad,
Or do I give her too much credit?

Was she just privately unlucky, after all the public luck?
Did she have two armfuls of nothing in the worn valises
She dragged into another mansion of expenses, pills, and airs
Amid lost things never declared, forever beyond her reach?

Did she have everything—but not love?
Was she too often left behind as a child
Or was she poisoned in the vein
As by too many drinks or a rattlesnake...

Twisted by some familial demon spirit she became
That Voodoo spirit, the reel and spin, the deadly living blues,
Forever frightened—no matter her age or image or magic—
Of what to choose and what to lose, out of control to the end?

Did she, like you, like me, have everything—
But could not feel the love that others gave
Or stay as brave as needed every moment?


Current draft: 4/12/2010
3rd draft: 04/26/05
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[This is a separate and different title from the blog title.]

Colorful Judy

The Creature

Ron Southern,
Chigger, Texas, USA

Personal Labels:

Clean and easy-going. Dirty-minded, paranoic, catatonic, droll, drastic, dramatic, savage, uptight, dribbling, abstruse, and timid.

Not to even mention artful, artistic, abusive, misleading, abrasive, manipulative, dodgy, sneaky, and totally unforgiving!

How about poetic, pansified, petty, pornographic, always preening, and a little peculiar about what feels good!

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