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  • nancy meserow
    March 6, 2013 - 7:04 pm | Permalink

    Richard, thanks for the message! i can’t wait for “such good girls” and will go to Powell’s Bookstore this weekend, with a list of your books in hand. it will be a pleasure, hearing/reading your words, again.

  • rdrosen
    March 6, 2013 - 9:20 pm | Permalink

    FOR ALMOST THREE MONTHS RECENTLY, I WROTE A POEM A DAY, THE FIRST POETRY I’D WRITTEN IN EARNEST SINCE MY EARLY TWENTIES. (I HAVE A FAT SHEAF OF OCCASIONAL DOGGEREL I’VE CONTRIBUTED TO THE BIRTHDAYS OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY.) I HAD VISIONS OF CONTINUING THE PRACTICE FOR AT LEAST SIX MONTHS, BUT THE DEATH OF A FAVORITE SIAMESE AFTER A LONG ILLNESS, AND THE COMING AND GOING OF HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS, BEGAN TO INTERFERE WITH MY DAILY OUTPUT. BEFORE I STOPPED, MY CAT’S DECLINE PROVIDED THE IMPETUS FOR SEVERAL POEMS. A FEW DAYS AFTER HERC DIED, HIS SURVIVING SISTER BECAME LAME (OR ELSE, TRAUMATIZED BY HER LIFELONG COMPANION’S PASSING, A BACK INJURY FINALLY MANIFESTED ITSELF.) AFTER NURSING CLEO’S BROTHER FOR ALMOST THREE YEARS OF DAILY INSULIN SHOTS AND HEART MEDICATION, I IMMEDIATELY FOUND MYSELF CARING FOR CLEO. I WILL SPARE YOU THE EXTENSIVE TREATMENTS AND EXERCISES I NOW GIVE HER IN THE HOPE—NOT UNREALISTIC, ACCORDING TO THE VERY HOLISTIC VET WHO MAKES HOUSECALLS—THAT SHE WILL WALK AGAIN. WHEN SHE FIRST BECAME LAME, I ASSUMED IT WAS PSYCHOSOMATIC, WHICH MAY WELL BE THE CASE, IN PART. THE POEM BELOW WAS WRITTEN FIVE DAYS AFTER HERC’S DEATH.
    IN ANY CASE, IF THERE IS A GOD AND IF SHE HAS A PLAN FOR ME, IT CLEARLY INVOLVES A LOT OF INTENSIVE CAT CARE.

    Dainty Cleo
    January 19, 2013

    Dainty Cleo, the doting sister left behind,
    Yowls for her brother
    Even as she takes his place
    On my lap, desk, and pillow.
    She clings to me in a way that Herc would never allow.
    She reminds me of the football players applauding
    Their opponents’ star player as he’s carried off the field.
    There but for the grace of God and all that…
    But, Hallelujah, now we’ve got a chance.

    Except that ever since Herc left us,
    She’s been walking with an unfamiliar limp.
    Who says that animals don’t mourn their friends and family?
    Twenty-five years ago, another Siamese of mine
    Paid tribute to his fallen brother
    By standing on his fresh grave
    And holding out his right forepaw in salute.
    Now Cleo mimics as best she can Herc’s feeble gait
    To honor him and let me know
    She’s not the only one in the apartment
    Hobbled by loss.

  • Ed Orlowsky
    March 10, 2013 - 4:28 pm | Permalink

    Harvey Blissberg . . .the name itself stirs feelings from inside I don’t often if ever ascribe . . .murder and mystery. . .Thanks!!

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