for
Richard, on his 79th Birthday
.
.
“Getting
down to essence” is a topic you have
taught
me lessons in, an intricate curriculum
qui
tournaient toutes les pages de ma vie
quotidienne
–
or so in
French I think as we sit
.
in
Le Pain Quotidien, lessons I’m quite sure that
you’ve
no inkling you have given me: lessons
that
have riven me into more pieces than it
would
be provident to count: extremities I can’t
.
surmount
of self and being that you now see
splayed
across this screen, seen in the scene
of
that café – you on your iPhone to Toru, me
a
scribbled tone poem, silly rhyme and rhythm,
.
riding
schisms that obtain between our old
endearing
brains, a landscape of two bumber-
shoots
– erroneous, felonious – harmoniously
blabbing,
acting, dreaming, fearing, mourning,
.
loving,
laughing until we can’t breathe, with no
defense
against the seethings of complexity
that
somehow, now, seem less to vex me
than
to leaven me, voici, ici au Pain Quotidien:
.
as
on tap with Essence as our Boycat or
our
Girlcat, and as pretty and as witty and as fat
as
Kitty – all of us in the enlarging lap of all
the
days and years that were our daily bread.
.
To
learn to get down to an essence will instruct
us
how to get ahead: a process of exfoliation,
dropping
all the mishegoss, stopping all the folderol,
throwing
out the hems and haws so we might
.
finally
inhale far less impeded air: a time now
to
release – rewrite the laws! Blessed because
we’ve
wisely taken care to see there’s less
we
need to think about. But all the lessons you
.
have
taught me teach there is no less, there’s
only
more. Life is Life Galore! Essence only knows
abandon.
Essence never lessens, it expands.
I’ve
felt that from your heart, seen it in your hands.
.
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