So I changed the title. Please feel free to submit a formal complaint to the management. You can consider this the fourth and final installment of the “Love Poems You Wish You Had Written” series for 2015. There is about a half hour left in the day of the man who died to marry people…
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100,000 Hits and a Face Lift
It happened on the eve of my birthday a couple of weeks ago. I was waiting for it, but it was a pleasant birthday gift just the same. And my aversion to meta-blogging aside, I finally have time to tell you about it today. So I am hoping my long-term readers will forgive my obvious…
A Love Song from Elvis, Pete Seeger and Arlo Guthrie
Since last Valentine’s day the most popular posts on my pages have undoubtedly been from the series “Love Poems You Wish You had Written,” including this article featuring E. E. Cummings and why his name should be properly capitalized. And if this lights your valentine fires, please see Suzie Grogan’s blog, No Wriggling Out of Writing,…
A Quick and Belated Look Back
And a Slight Technical Tragedy One of the reasons I first fell in love with the WordPress platform, after Journalspace folded and my experiments with Blogger failed to give me hope, was that WordPress, like GMail, saves as you go. Usually whatever you are composing, even if you had a computer glitch on your end,…
David Reads “The Dalliance of the Eagles,” by Walt Whitman
Well, I haven’t written much about birds lately, as my son the Monkey, likes to point out, so since spring is finally here I stopped my car on the way home yesterday by some ponds around the quarry. I was happy to see some waterfowl, a few common mergansers, along with the requisite Canada Geese, and some ducks…
A Love Poem I actually Did Write
“You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs. I look around me and I see it isn’t so. Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs. And what’s wrong with that, I’d like to know? Cause here I go, again. . . “ –Paul McCartney But apparently people are…
David J. Bauman 