[stylist] apologies
LoriStay at aol.com
LoriStay at aol.com
Wed Sep 30 12:25:31 UTC 2009
It was okay. Lots of walking, lots of time to meditate in the synagogue.
I pulled a muscle the other day, so sitting down and standing up was
difficult, though once I was up, or down, I was fine. I'm sitting on ice at
home. It seems to spur the wellsprings of poetry though.
The following came to me this morning, after hearing that a magazine I'm
editing is again going to be heavily censored (of stupid things, too).
Censor's Ship
Loraine Stayer
Past the Censor's ship I sail
In my wake our treasures trail
Bobbing in the sea of ink
All must be frightening I think.
Martin Luther King; Granny's pot of gold
MacDonald's dollar menu; Godiva's chocolate bold.
Where have they gone?
Dissolved in the sea of shame
Because, oh horror, of a proper name
Or worse, a hint of theft or murder,
A deadly sin that leaves our writers'
Best-trashed in the bin.
But why? It must be fear of censure
In a nation once free,
Now devoid of liberty.
This was partly spurred by the red light cameras on two of our major
intersections. Who would have thought I was so paranoid about being watched for
every little sin? (Not that jumping a light is a LITTLE sin!)
Lori
In a message dated 9/30/09 1:22:51 AM, n6yr at sunflower.com writes:
> God bless you and your family Lori,
> hope it was a blessed holiday.
>
> jc
>
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