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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Comic

Genius rides in the sidecar of a driverless black motorcycle
which is really a dark bird flying across the sun.

Look Ma, no hands.
There is really only one choice to make
if you are afflicted by the relentless beauty of angels--
suck it up, Bo Peep, and wave to your lovers and assorted vampires,
or make a daring leap onto the berm
and begin instantly wishing you were back on the road with sunspots in your eyes,
and who cares where the whole thing is headed.

Making funny out of don't-touch-me
can leave a person buried in a breathing graveyard,
calling for one's self, but one's self has left, or gone mute.
It's barbaric, but that is the price the muses demand,
that the genius ride that sidecar,
blindfolded,
cracking wise all the way.

All I can say is,
don't murder your angels
just because the imp in your head says to do it.
It is the angels who would have guided you home.
_______

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23 comments:

  1. Shay--This is a perfect tribute to Robin Williams ("cracking wise"--brilliant). It's tragic that our appreciation/enjoyment of his genius was not enough to help him slay his demons.

    What a loss...

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  2. Beautifully done, Shay. It tells the truth.

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  3. I can hear his voice in these lives, Shay ~

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  4. A muse made of imps and angels--a whole muse. Missing either half won't do. Never. It just won't.

    Ride on. Blindfold tightly secured, pen flying over parchment and writing life while poked by imps and guided by angels.

    Love this.

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  5. Wow!
    Got you.
    Lifting and flying, watching for angels.

    (I fear that my generation (born in or around 1951) will have a lot of early exits. At this point I plan to try it all and pursue wisdom to the end.)

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  6. Making funny out of don't-touch-me
    can leave a person buried in a breathing graveyard,
    calling for one's self, but one's self has left, or gone mute...

    You have said it all here.. Such a tragic loss but who are we to step in front of a person and the abyss, when we have not walked in their shoes?

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  7. the act of being funny require that recklessness.. the fear has to be conquered by that act of performance.. and then afterwards in darkness your fears of motorcycles come.. great tribute.

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  8. Oh my God, this is the most perfect thing I have read written about Robin since he died. Love the "dont murder your angels....who would have guided you home." And how perfect, the genius sitting in the side car of the driverless motorcycle. Fantastic write!

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  9. I am feeling overwhelmed by his death .. you made it better. Now to go find me a sidecar! Fly, baby!

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  10. Yes, it is so hard to figure out how people handle that sensitivity. There's a huge recklessness that artists often have that is like that sidecar--it does hit a lot of people sometime, not always angel-driven! But on the side of the angels in one way too--a difficult balance for sure and a lot of pain around with the imps--well done here. k. It's Manicddaily, but can't put that in somehow as stuck on old blog. k.

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  11. he was a dear dear friend. so what if we never met in person?



    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^= . <3 . >< } } (°>

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  12. Oh. Shay. Thank you for this.
    :(

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  13. riding along, not driving the bike. there it is.

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  14. RIP in Robin
    This is perfection, Shay.
    Thank you

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  15. Shay, so insightful! "Don't murder your angels," it's so true. Lots of my creative friends, regardless of rank or fame or riches, hacked their angels bloody... but very slowly. It's a cruel fact in the industry.

    This is one of the best about Robin's fate, so... so bloody RIGHT in its breathing graveyard. You said it. Amy

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  16. It's a bumpy ride in the sidecar, especially when you just want to get your own hands on the handlebars and steer...great insight here, Shay.

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  17. This so brilliantly speaks of the sad ending for Robin.. I so wish he could have remained with us. Perhaps your words will give hope and strength to live when the mind screams not to.

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  18. You speak the truth eloquently Shay! Powerful and at the gut of it.

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