Monday, August 5, 2013

How you know you're getting old





Hell now points
          (a stormy finger)
                sex'angularly
                     at
                         me.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

At
me
too....
Hell's bells!@

Ed Baker said...

Hell ?

if it wasn't for my
imagination
I wouldn't get no sex..

Curtis Faville said...


We let go of things we no longer can do with regret.

But I'm surprised that I AM able to accept growing old with some grace.

My parents' generation felt that one should respect elders. People no longer do that.

Is wisdom just adding time to your account? Or is it bought with another kind of sacrifice?

Conrad DiDiodato said...

Curtis,

we have to let things go: in fact, you'd be surprised at what I've had to cut loose from my life. Nobody said wisdom had to be gentle and kind (grandfatherly, in all the senses of that silly stereotype). I doubt anybody'd have survived at least sixty years of life without this necessary abandonment of the 'world'. Wisdom, oftentimes, has a rough edge, cutting and cruel. If the wise have been brought to that point, it's because they are wise.

There is (to my mind) an eerie kind of justice in the storminess (almost hellish) of the maturing mind seeing things more and more as they really are. It's perhaps why some have chosen brighter Elysian fields of early death.