……………. All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arm
— Shakespeare, As You Like it, Act II
Always a Beginning
I think of the cartoons
that blare, THE END IS NIGH!
from a sign of a guy
on a street, torn coat, forlorn,
whose years went south, didn’t pan out as
he thought they should when he was a boy,
that blare, THE END IS NIGH!
from a sign of a guy
on a street, torn coat, forlorn,
whose years went south, didn’t pan out as
he thought they should when he was a boy,
never made it over life’s hump
when the light at the end of the tunnel
everybody talks about as things collapse
went dim —from fat sun
to lit pinprick in the scrim behind a stage
where all are merely players,
women men strong lame clowns crooks
politicians running from, showing up,
puking, mewling, but then I thought
of a moment just before,
when in the dark there is nothing,
nothing except a beginning,,. . .always
a beginning
…
when the light at the end of the tunnel
everybody talks about as things collapse
went dim —from fat sun
to lit pinprick in the scrim behind a stage
where all are merely players,
women men strong lame clowns crooks
politicians running from, showing up,
puking, mewling, but then I thought
of a moment just before,
when in the dark there is nothing,
nothing except a beginning,,. . .always
a beginning
…
Jim Culleny
11/1/16
11/1/16
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