8.27.2014

See You in September

These are the days of watched pots,
minced words, eggshell skulls.

Take copious notes, log on,
tune out. Everybody’s going pro.

No bake sales, no library. Only stacks
of back-to-school-style circulars.

Chopped liver. These are the days
when even your Muse gets weird.

For Words Count with Mama Zen: WEIRD

18 comments:

  1. See you in September conjures up so many memories, most of them good ~ a few definitely weird! Nice write!

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  2. Hm... no wonder my muse has been so happy lately. She has always leaned towards the uncanny side.

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  3. My friend used to say of me, admiringly, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro!" LOL.

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    1. that's the reference, Sherry... it's a quote by Hunter S. Thompson. :)

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  4. I think it is all that September tizzy to learn that has me weirded out....lol

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  5. Absolutely love this, Marian--chopped liver, indeed. I don;t know if it is age, wisdom, or just repetition, but everything seems to get shallower and dumber all the time.

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  6. Lazy days of summer are over… eggshell skulls - the do look like that, don't they?

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  7. I loved it. I can't even pick a favorite part. It's all great ... and way too true. It's a sad day when the libraries go abandoned, but for the patrons filling the computer chairs.

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  8. I so adore that first couplet. That's it exactly!

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  9. Great final line: all so very true.

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  10. Oh Hunter... and Marian! September delights me. I love all the weird, yet predictable, back-to-school, let's-get-into-fall, the-holidays-are-near hoopla.

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  11. Wonderfully weird! I love your opening especially.

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  12. Even "even your Muse (got) weird," Marian. It does a person good to let go once in a while. You really were on norm for the back to school 'daze'. The fall weather does things to Him (your Muse is a him, huh? Mine is a her off and on, a unicorn or a goat at other times.).
    Our today is like the days before and after a hurricane, full of moisture with a steady hard breeze blogging, and still hot, in the nineties. We have a tropical disturbance just sitting on our Galveston coastline. They are getting a lot of rain down there, we are to get rain Saturday and Sunday.
    [So what did that have to do with your "watched pots, minced words, eggshell skulls?" (I loved that beginning, I used to be an egghead.)]
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  13. I wish this didn't sound so normal to me!

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  14. Wonderful--I am thinking of Paul Simon--hard days indeed. Thanks. k.

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  15. those damnable eggshell skulls... ~

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  16. "eggshell skull" refers to a theory of law i studied in torts class in law school, which stands for the idea that you take your victim as you find them, i.e. if you commit a tort against someone (like by hitting them), you are (potentially) liable for all the harm they suffer, even if they are extremely fragile or sensitive. there was a case we studied about a boy who was only touched, not hit, and his leg shattered or something. i think about this idea a lot. IS THAT WEIRD?

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