Now that I have discovered my Catholic and Protestant ancestors I know it is time to consider what hell must be like.
I know it is not fire and brimstone, that went the way of old lore when the Impressionists came along.
So I imagine Hell must be very much like getting caught looking at the new cars in the showroom while you wait for your car to be serviced, having already figured out how you will raise the money to buy it back.
The devil is defnitely the nice young salesman who knows just what you want in a new car even though you have no idea, what options you obviously need, and before you know it he has you at his desk discussing how you can finance the car that you did not want and cannot afford after buying your old car back.
So, Bly, you have finally gone and joined the parade, holding out the longest as though that was a badge you could somehow carry out with you.
Take consolation that you bested Ginsberg and Corso and even outlasted Ferlinghetti, though he was giving you a run for your money.
And Plath, well she was the first, far too young everyone said, but now I am left with the newer generation and I miss you old timers, who did not need to experiment to find your truth and share it, but I understand your reluctance, for I am all too rapidly, if unwillingly preparing to join the parade as well.
My younger step-siblings had it easy once our father made seriouis money, for then my mother decided we needed a live in housekeeper, one who could cook, clean and take care of all those things domestic.
So my siblings had only to put their dishes near the sink, their laundry down the chute, and keep their rooms marginally tidy.
I had missed most of that when I was their age and father kept us afloat with nothing to spare, so I knew how to wash dishes, how to run a load of laundry, skills that served me well when Uncle Sam gave me KP duty, and waist deep in dishes and pots I imagined how my siblings might fare in that situation for I needed a good laugh then.
You want to shout that they don’t make movies like they used to, romantic comedies without R ratings for gratuitous sex or language. We both know this is true, but the problem is not that they don’t make those movies, that is the symptom. The problem is that they don’t make audiences like they used to, ones that loved thoughtful romantic comedies, and filmmakers always stoop to the mass of audiences o matter how low they have to go, for that is where the money is.
you can drink bad beer when it’s free, you can’t cram for finals on caffeine alone, you can watch Star Trek episodes for the nth time, you can make spaghetti sauce out of ketchup, Naval ROTC cadets make great radio engineers, even the news director gets free LPs, mescaline is not advised for exam pep, 0.98 GPA requires negotiation to remain, English can be an accidental major.
A short list of my college missed learning:
fail calculus if you never go to class formal organic chemistry, not self-applied, not reading any Chaucer before writing the final paper grad schools look at GPA, not just GRE, sleeping through morning classes not a good strategy, Medieval history is boring, Symbolic logic is anything but.
Conclusion: Got the diploma so parents money well invested.classes
Do those, who imagine themselves leaders, or smarter and better than the rest of us, and who deny science, (no, the amassing of money is not a law of physics) plan to take up swimming?
Or will they wait until the bears are at their door, their white coats grayed by the last belches of soggy coal, and then bemoan the fact that their yachts have floated off on the rising seas that now lap at their once beach view feet.
It’s no matter to most of the people of the world who starved to death or died of disease years ago.