I was going through some ancient history the other day -- ancient history being a file of old poems wrote in the 80s. I was always a little on the melancholic side back then.
Here is one example (and the doodle I made in my journal when I wrote it at the Duck Inn):
I sit swilling beer in a loud, dimly lit bar
That's me at the corner table
I down my fifth fish bowl and stop to take a breath
The liquid lunch flows to my gut and over my belt
My stomach swells and pins me
between the table and the wall
Nobody notices me
And I die without paying my bill
A turtle on my back
-- David A. Kuhn (sometime in the early 80s)
Unfortunately, I've got a drawer full of crap like this.
(Oh, if you're a publisher and you like crap like this, then give me a call and a book deal).
The great comic Henny Youngman ('Take my wife, please” fame) once said, “When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.”
Though I have certainly giving up reading my old work, I enjoy reading others. Here is a couple of observations from one of my favorite authors, Dave Berry:
“Not all chemicals are bad. Without chemicals such as hydrogen and oxygen, for example, there would be no way to make water, a vital ingredient in beer.”
“Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the wheel was a fine invention, but the wheel does not go as well with pizza.'
And, one final thought:
“Never under any circumstances take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night”
(That has nothing to do with beer, but I still think it's good advice!)
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar