tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post114996681110246353..comments2023-09-27T01:47:06.621-06:00Comments on Do Not Go Gentle — Poetry & Cancer, Life & Death: 6.10.06, To Recent Comments, In BriefMr. Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269292710998486303noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1150054349955882812006-06-11T13:32:00.000-06:002006-06-11T13:32:00.000-06:00Sunday, June 11th, 2006THE SWAN-MYTHOLOGY: How ...Sunday, June 11th, 2006<BR/><BR/>THE SWAN-MYTHOLOGY: How it came to be ......????<BR/>Dear Mr. Jones: Yes, you really did weigh 13 to 14 pounds at birth. : )<BR/>I too, believed the myth until I was well into my 30’s. <BR/>Now and lately, I have been sticking to the 9 pound six ounces. Not the<BR/>HERCULORIAN TODDLER SPEAKS KOREAN FLUENTLY AT THREE MONTHS, like the tabloid magazines that I see in the grocery line.<BR/>However, I am sticking with and will be forever grateful for, your miraculous qualities and how you came to be. No, not from evolutionary tadpoles, silly--- I already know you will take issue with me about the miraculous part. Like the good book says, it’s ok, I’m comfortable with how and why I believe and feel the way I do. <BR/>You know, the good book doesn’t say anything remotely like that. Maybe I’m getting it confused with the Musical, FIDDLER ON THE ROOF. : )<BR/> To Mr. F. Frallea: Larry and Lefty MISS you and want to see you. When will that be, when will it occur? I don’t know how long we can wait. Plus, we want to meet your girls. <BR/>To Ms. DZD from over the bridge and the city by the bay: We think about you often and love you even more. Hope to see you soon and that your burdens will become lighter. You also are completely aware of the Swan-Mythologies; and not just those surrounding Mr. Jones. You are aware of the Swanker’s many quirks; phone attachment, enmeshment, our phobias and fears, Lesabitians floating all around, now, even more, like the fog you witness everyday and yet love us anyway. Well, at least most of us .... : ) <BR/>To David: Love your words. Thank you.<BR/><BR/>To the beauty and uniqueness of wonderland, that’s just it. Beautiful and unique-- a wonderment.<BR/> My brother is getting ready to take flight again. And as I said before, I love hanging with Mr. Jones. To those of you who don’t know him well, be so grateful for the blog, the insight and glimpses into his soul that he is so honestly offering. <BR/>There are other myths, well, actual real stories about ice cream and ice cream cones, who put it in the other’s face. --- that one is from Ms. TP Tree.<BR/>There are also the many memories of Mr. Jones that surround and fill my mind, especially now, that he is leaving Zion again. Especially now, with this tragic, terminal diagnosis hanging around and being more overtly obvious.<BR/>This is his reality, and so it becomes mine. <BR/>Someday I’ll comment on FUN and what that word currently does to me, when other’s tell me to that I SHOULD TRY AND HAVE MORE OF IT. But it’s Sunday, and I promised myself I wouldn't swear or call people names.<BR/>But it goes right along with the difference between the definition of what is CHRONIC versus a disease that is TERMINAL--- like being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The difference is HUGE, my friends. One is uncomfortable, annoying, painful and very inconvenient-- not fun, and could last forever. And is very, very bad. Yucky and putrid.<BR/>The other, Terminal, is all of the above, and more, more, more: --- except it doesn’t last forever. There is no chronic, lifelong, painful illness to deal with. Someone dies. In this case, perhaps my miraculous brother. Try coping with that .... So many people, really good people, don’t get that. I will have to learn patience-- well, actually I’m learning it now. And not to judge too harshly or quickly. Anyone who knows me, knows that these are not my best character traits. But I am trying.<BR/>Whenever I get to this part, I tend to get a little angry and then, very, very sad, for many reasons and circumstances.<BR/><BR/>But I will keep hoping, keep coping -- Mr. Jones is unique and miraculous.<BR/>So I can’t help but continue to beg and wish for another miracle now. Knowing full well the numbers are stacked against it-- I am here for you, Mr. Jones, ALL IN, as I continue to play and live my own hand. <BR/>We will miss you-- but know we will see you soon.<BR/>Love,<BR/>Slarry<BR/><BR/>Spacely: Thanks for the late night Prune Juice delivery : )Slarryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06718932691540222601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1149994563506388602006-06-10T20:56:00.000-06:002006-06-10T20:56:00.000-06:00llldown the page.Facility esp. with language might...l<BR/>l<BR/>l<BR/>down the page.<BR/><BR/>Facility esp. with language might make it easier<BR/>might facilitate<BR/>an easy (facile) expression of notice, attention,concern, while also making it difficult obstructing<BR/>some deeper register of the encounter, involvement;<BR/>might, that is, deflect or parry<BR/>what one wants<BR/>is a clear and steady eye<BR/>a determination not tomake it easy but clear,<BR/>as it occurs to me now and over again<BR/>there has never been anything like this blog<BR/>written in the English language.<BR/><BR/>But 'blog' is not the right word for what is a simultaneous record, register,<BR/>meeting place, sweat lodge prayer mat<BR/>coffe shop sidewalk walk and <BR/>determined, dedicated, steady<BR/>conflating of present, past, future,<BR/>what he bears and will, and what we<BR/>bear witness to and companionship <BR/>as much as we can bear it,<BR/>which takes me back to the beginning,<BR/>the post of yesterday, so clear and forthright<BR/>as to leave no room for verbal maneuver<BR/>around or past it,<BR/>all the plain truth of this long and O we wish<BR/>longer moment as we gather day to day<BR/>and read what he has written so plain and clear not a single one any more could mistake the meaning of it.<BR/><BR/>Nothing left to argue, deny.<BR/><BR/>you are there, and we are all here<BR/>while you work, you write, we read,<BR/>and in that nanosecond microfilm layer<BR/>between the written and the read, the writing<BR/>and the reading of it, the many different heres and the single there,<BR/>we do sense one by one the weight of every single word.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com