Friday, September 12, 2008

Like a poem I meant to write...

Autumn,creeping upon us while we slumber,is betrayed by cooler mornings,and longer evenings...

On my twenty-first birthday,amidst the usual celebrations of one who has successfully made the transition from wet behind the ears whipper-snapper,to fully fledged adult,it occurred to me that I had experienced my life up to that point in seven year cycles.

Birth to age seven.
Seven to fourteen.
And fourteen to twenty-one were defined by three separate and distinct phases,apart from the physical,that passed unnoticed until viewed in retrospect.
It's kind of a mathematical thing I do without provocation.
An obsessive compulsion that drives me to multiply the horizontal by the vertical,and divine words from the random numbers on the license plates I observe,walking from the parking lot,into the supermarket.
..Numbers make rhymes.

So,it's come as no surprise to me that this seven year formula-callit has held true to this very day.
Not that it's some cast in bronze occurrence that I can set my watch by.
I mean,..I didn't make the abrupt transition on my forty-ninth birthday to an entirely new set of circumstances.
..Not exactly.

It's more akin to the manner in which twilight falls just a little bit earlier each evening,until you awake one morning to discover that the seasons have changed.

'The leaves that are green'

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At 10:37 AM , Blogger sageweb said...

Great video and song. Love your methodical thinking.

At 11:01 AM , Blogger LostInCO said...

Numbers do make rhymes. Like pi, pi is a super duper rhyme maker. Simon and Garfunkel are my most favorite. I've never seen a video of them playing live when they were so young!!! Very nice find!

At 3:35 PM , Blogger Mom said...

This song is a reminder of the fact that e are all getting older. The leaves just turn and I just get older.

At 3:43 PM , Blogger rosemary said...

Sling you are my hero sometimes. i have been lax in reading blogs and going back thru are the only man I know that can see good in being laid off, find words to describe the end of summer and correlation to #'s, and just being an all around good guy.

At 4:15 PM , Blogger danny/ink2metal said...

that was just beautiful, sling! the concept of how we age and how we appreciate the changes as they come upon us is one we don't appreciate until we get to a point in our lives where it all becomes melancholy.

anyway, thanks for the simon and garfunkel. i have great memories of their music as i was growing up. see? you just made me all melancholy and stuff. sheesh!

At 5:33 PM , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

i love anything by simon and garfunkle..i had a pair of brother 1/2 wolf 1/2 malamute dogs named simon and garfunkle..they were the most beautiful dogs i ever saw..
i do a 7 or multiple of 7's on every thing..people on tv in a scene..i will count them and it there are 6 i will bob my head and count me...7's 14, 21 etc. is that ocd?..i just thought i was fucking nuts.

At 9:22 PM , Blogger Middle Child said...

They were so young...
Thanks for this... its a lovely old song (a bit like some of us)

I sometimes count in rythmn when I am walking down the driveway (its about an acre...and do all different combinations of numbers etc...helps kep me sane???

At 10:30 PM , Blogger Lorraine said...

Sometimes I think to myself that there never ever has been harmony like what those boys managed. Yummy. And thank you.

Also, you're a poet and don't know it.

Unless you do.

Love you.

At 7:29 AM , Blogger evilganome said...

Time has been slipping away from me lately. I just saw the first evidence of autumn here in New England yesterday. A couple of bright red leaves flaming out from a still green tree. I guess I should start bracing for that pesky snow again, which gets a little more treacherous with each passing year.

At 7:32 AM , Blogger billy pilgrim said...

you seem particularly vulnerable to the 7 year itch.

At 1:07 PM , Blogger Sling said...

Sage- I love these guys!
I was pretty pleased with the sound quality too.

Lost- Oh,Pi does make a fine rhyme..the stanzas are a little long though.

mom- Don't fret doll,there's always Spring.

Rosie- Well thank you darlin'..:)

Danny- It is melancholy I know,but that stuff always makes me feel good for some odd reason.
I try not to think about it too much.

Yellerdawg- That's what I'm sayin'..I suppose it's likely we are both fuckin' nuts!

Middle Child- So how many paces are there?..wait,..don't tell me.
I'll have to start doing the math. ;)

Rainey- I think it would have been cool to be there on the day these two met,and discovered they could harmonize.
I'll bet it was something to hear.

Evil G.- The good news is,there are home and family holidays coming to help keep us oldtimers warm. ;)

Billy P.- ..and Calamine lotion ain't gettin' it!

At 5:46 PM , Blogger Doralong said...

I think our lives tend to segment themselves of their own accord- we simply have that all too human need to order them as we see fit..

At 5:48 PM , Blogger Doralong said...

PS- Paul Garfunkel sang a particular song to me once in one of the parent's various establishments one day quite out of the blue- it was the day I came to not detest my given name. Apropos of nothing at all...

At 6:00 PM , Blogger Sling said...

Dora- It's true you know.
We're all looking for order in our lives,I suppose.'re breakin' my heart.

At 9:01 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

are you a retard or something.Look at the calender if you want to know that summers over.

At 10:17 PM , Blogger Sling said...

anonymous- Rush!..Is that you again?
Dude,how many times do I gotta tell ya that the fact that YOU don't get it,doesn't make ME a retard?

At 10:09 AM , Blogger Miss Healthypants said...

I love the way your mind really think deeply about your life, and in unusual ways sometimes. :)

I'm now thinking about my life in seven-year some ways it does make sense.

At 12:52 PM , Blogger Sling said...

MHP- The whole seven year thing really has held true..For me anyway.
I'll be 56 in fifteen months,and I can already sense the transition.
If that makes any sense. :)

At 2:21 PM , Blogger cs said...

I was just commenting on MC's blog that when God closes one door, another will open. The exact thing you need in the perfect time. His plans for you are better than you know friend.

Remember the song..."the wheels on the bis go round and round...round and round.....all through the town.

At 5:06 PM , Blogger Citymouse said...

I have been a firm beliver in the 7 year cycle since I was .. well 7 and then 14 and.. you get it.

Great song -- should I post my fall poem? maybe a bit later.....

At 6:05 PM , Blogger Sling said...

CS- I've learned to just kinda go with the flow during these things.
It's a good thing.

Mouse- You noticed it too huh!
I'll keep an eye out for your Fall poem. :)

At 3:10 AM , Blogger Willym said...

Our old buddy Billy Shakespeare broke man's ages down into 7 stages - not sure what the magic is with that number 7.

And you've captured that autumn feeling so beautifully with your words and that music. The not unpleasant melancholy of the passing of a season and a time in our lives. Lorraine's right - you are one damn fine poet.

Isn't it strange how two guys who couldn't get along in real life found such harmony in their music? Well maybe not - that's what music is about.

At 8:20 AM , Blogger Kimberly Ann said...

S&G make me happy in a where's-my-black-beret-&-hand-me-a-cappuccino-while-I-snap-my-fingers kind of way. I can't help but sob at Richard Corey.

At 2:29 PM , Blogger Sling said...

willym- I hope Shakespeare's math was a little off,'cause I'm on my 8th!..
Thanks for the nod buddy! :)

kimberly ann- Richard did come to an inauspicious end in that song didn't he!
I dig your vibes on the black beret,finger snapping thing.

At 8:09 PM , Blogger yellowdog granny said...

good..i'd rather be fucking nuts that ocd
or what ever the initials are..


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