So: thinker, “personality” and actor
are looking for a drink.
If two of them are trailers, one’s a tractor.
“Nice counter-top. Real zinc?”
“Don’t ask them stuff. They memorise words
of better men, to spout ’em!”
“And his type feels the need to gather herds
of sycophants about ’em.”
“There’s zinc in every human enzyme. Fact.”
“An enzyme? Qu’est-ce que c’est?”
“A catalyst which helps your gut react
a thousand times a day.”
Creators are the only ones who matter,
just them and only them.
Who grows, can know: who knows can grow (and scatter):
the human apothegm.
“The path from easy living? Slow decline
to reach death valley days.”
“Misfortunes? They’re all relative, and mine
are slight. I’m not from Grays!”
Who hasn’t done his share of Boogie Nights?
All wassail hours are zeros.
Two-thirds of humankind are parasites:
where should we look for heroes?
We have a thing now, called celebrity
that’s not the same as fame:
whatever ape forsakes the tree
can make himself a name.
The world, for entertainment, craves a schism
(Max Baer against Joe Louis):
but who foresaw the Queen of Capitalism
would be a Russian Jewess?
I am the Other Woman
Savannah Baer
In the quiet moments, I catch his gaze
Not on me but on another face
I see his smile, a longing look
In this moment my whole world shook
He looks at her eyes that shine
A longing there that once was mine
But when he turns to meet my stare
It is a friend’s warmth not a lover’s care
I feel like the other woman now
A place I never knew somehow
In his heart I thought I would stay
But I am just his friend at the end of the day
I wonder when his shift began
When I lost the old romantic man
How did I not see the love fade away
Or did I just hope it would always stay
I wear the ring, I share his name
But in my eyes it’s not the same
Unfulfilled I stand by his side
Not only a friend, but a faithful bride
But in my heart I crave to be
A woman he wanted to love fiercely
I am running the Sconset bluff path.
I go past darkened houses,
black out curtains hanging,
past Linda Thomas and Jolene Baer
who are chasing rabbits into the privet hedges.
Their fathers call out to them-
“Careful girls!”-
drinks sloshing, ice tinkling
as I go by invisible,
yet sensed.
A summer later,
I will be gone.
Starched, ironed khakis
in a trunk wait ahead in my room.
The beginning and end
of a life never started.
Ralph Baer was brilliant, he created the first video game console in the late sixties.
At first it was called 'The Brown Box' but was later renamed the 'Magnavox Odyssey'.
When it came to video games, he was a pioneer.
It's sad and tragic because he's no longer here.
Baer also developed the first Light Gun.
It was bundled with a shooting game and was sure to be fun.
He received the Pioneer Award during the Game Developers' Choice Awards back in 2008.
Video game systems wouldn't be what they are today without him, his contribution was great.
He was a wonderful man and that is certainly true.
But sadly, he has left the world at the age of 92.
[Dedicated to Ralph Baer (1922-2014) who died on December 6, 2014.]
A
simple
enigma-
upon a blank
sheet
Minimilist work of Joan Baer
http://www.jobaer.net/paintframe.html
White Vertical, Blue Line (from a set of four, series of 16)