Tuesday, June 23, 2009




(German for Party-pooper)

I know this much is TRUE: For the most part, TV will suck the life out of you.

In a moment of insomnia driven weakness, recently, I caught the last half of the 80’s brat pack film 16 Candles starring Molly Ringwold. Films like these bring back hauntingly embarrassing memories of my pubescence, by the way. The only decent scene in the film takes place when Miss Pretty-in-Pink’s parents forget her birthday and then her Dad can’t sleep and he comes downstairs and apologizes and they have this real family values father-daughter moment. The rest of the movie is CRAP! Did we really live this way back then? I suppose so. After all, there was a time when I frequently applied layers of aquanet in an attempt to adequately feather my long hair.

If my life was on film I guarantee it would not be suitable for all ages.

I sometimes feel like the stubborn old man rowing furiously for days after his great fish in Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea:

"It is not TOO bad," he said. "And PAIN does not matter to a man."

The future Sundance favorite might be titled something like this:

"...I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But, one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind, and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal…"

If I had any license in its production I would hope to ensure era-driven songs from bands like Spandau Ballet and Air Supply would remain absent from the soundtrack.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Firefly Tango

Sitting on my porch yesterday evening…at dusk:

Ninja fireflies
Stealthy tango on humid nights

Dazzling, midsummer, bright
Materialize from shimmering shadowless stratosphere
From nothing
Now dazzling festive atmosphere

Watching and wondering
Do they still fly by light of day?
With just as much verve to illuminate…

Do they rest and pray or continuously careen
Fervently through this void
Before their light dies and finally fades

Whereas the question also begs:
Am I too a ninja firefly?

So generous with my own spark of light?
Do I tirelessly generate flint and steel…
Giving all for all in the darkest of nights?

-RBR June 2009

Sunday, June 14, 2009

notHing Heroic Here

If only I knew the answer. If only I could hear the whispered response.

Do you ever hide yourself away so that in solitude you can simply cry?

I would wipe away your tears if only I could hear the rhythmic pattern of your warm drops on cold floor.

Do you ever burst out laughing?

I would giggle and roll on the floor in awkward and relentless animation if that would even splinter your expression into a smile.

Do you ever gaze hopelessly at the stars in the dark of night?

I would stare, from here, into that same timeless void and hold on for you your hope in wonder and awe.

Do you ever feel anger and rage?

My blood would boil and heart would break to change every wrong to right.

Do you ever brace yourself against the howling and biting wind and wonder when it will end?

I would rise up and block that invisible antagonist and form myself into a hearth a comfort and warmth.

If only I knew. If only my senses could perceive.

If only I could catch a slight glimpse.

I would rise up like some kind of superhero in the nick of time.

I would bag the villains and stop the hurtling train in its tracks.

For you I would take a stand.