Most fashionable readers! The weekend looms, and I must retire soon to prepare for it. A brief poemlogue must suffice tonight. And the poemlogue must include the fact that I am appropriating the most fashionable Viv’s form in this poem. Please forgive, dear Viv.
While I was with my hair stylist this week, we were talking about her marriage. She married about seven months ago, and — get this, readers — she was asking me for marital advice! So I reminded her of one of the most fabulous songs EVER. It can be found in the video below.
And I am not ashamed to say that the song in the video below is on my iPod. And that I have listened to it over one hundred times in the past year or so. And that I tear up sometimes while listening to it (except for the part that tells us not to read beauty magazines — rubbish, I tell you. Rubbish!). I am not ashamed!
Advice Being a Form of Nostalgia
Silence ["Silence. Period. That's all the advice you're getting from me, betches!" says rest-of-poem.]
April 19, 2008 at 7:27 am |
Thanks for the video. Loved the poem.
April 19, 2008 at 8:53 am |
It’s a little hard for me to appreciate the ’song’ since I first encountered it in its spam form, passed off as a commencement address by of all people Kurt Vonnegut, at of all places MIT IIRC). Not really the fault of the actual author, who I think was a newspaper columnist. That presentation is not easy to overcome.
But I’m way less worried about you listening to this than about you watching Marlo Thomas videos.
April 19, 2008 at 9:39 am |
k — you are welcome!
roy — yes, I remember that about Vonnegut! you are correct: the actual author was a newspaper columnist. hey — marlo thomas is fabulous! sometimes I wonder what my life would be like had I been able to listen to lyrics from Free to Be. . . You and Me such as “it’s alright to cry / crying brings the sad out of you / raindrops from your eyes / it’ll make you feel better!” when I was a child. hmm.
April 19, 2008 at 11:27 am |
Point taken, esp. about the crying. It’s just that the cultural artifacts of the ’70s, for those of us who were kids at the time, are tainted with a certain ickiness.
April 19, 2008 at 9:38 pm |
Good God all mighty. If you DO appropriate my form, you could at LEAST be kind enough to not make your poem, like, TWELVE THOUSAND DIAMOND HEART NECKLACES more awesome than mine!!!
April 21, 2008 at 8:31 am |
Roy, I understand. Completely.
OH PLEASE, Viv. Whatev! But thanks!