This blog contains poems, sonnets, rondeaux, 55-word essays (no more, no less) and comments relating to politics, philosophy, mid-life and the world of today. Later postings include a special category for Poe (creepy) sonnets.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The beauty of old rock stars, old movie stars, etc., is that they remain eternally young; as long as someone like us doesn't get too old to remember them, and to love them, and to remember the many memories that seeing or hearing them bring back. Shakespeare has been dead for nearly 400 years. Yet millions around the world are entertained by his words. Our deeds and accomplishments surely outlive the mortal body. And sometimes, when I hear Elvis doing "Shake, Rattle and Roll", or Jimmy Cagney taking out a "copper," or Alvin Lee blazin' away "Going Home," I know I haven't "really" gotten old and that when I do, those guys are going home with me.
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