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an older frank sinatra sang lyrics from “the way you look tonight”/and they used it for a commercial/with stills of frank singing and smiling/and who knows what the commercial was advertising/but i trust it showed to frank/that he still had it/and was valued

a really old tony bennett/brought tears to lady gaga’s eyes/simply by recognizing her when she came out to sing with him/and they sang timelessly together/though tony was addled with dementia

glen campbell and alice cooper were golfing together/and glen told alice a joke early in the round/and then told him the same joke later in the round/and yet again before the round was over/but glen kept on performing on stage/and bathing in the applause/and he was still really good/and muscle memory kept his guitar playing astonishing

and i identify with and cheer for those old guys/and learn from them/that spending the last of your life making music/even when much of you is gone/is a glorious testament to “the show must go on”

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i was an art major in college/and jokingly told my friends and family/that i was getting an early jump on my retirement

turns out not to be a joke

i will be seventy-one before the end of august

and i blissfully spend hours and hours making things on the potter’s wheel

i turn lumps into cylinders and cylinders into chess pieces and goblets and vases and birds

and I watch with increasing detachment as another part of my mind slowly erodes

for instance I did a search on “glenn campbell”/because i’d forgotten that “glen” has only one n in it

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but back to “the way you look tonight”

it is a distant echo of the lines “And all that’s best of dark and bright/Meet in her aspect and her eyes” from “She Walks in Beauty” by george gordon, lord byron

“aspect” loosely translating as “the way she looks”

fun fact: “specchio” is old italian for “looking-glass”

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i don’t give a care about leaving a good-looking corpse

but i care fervidly about leaving some good-looking and well-made clay art

so I raise the “power turquoise” cup i made, and i raise it to you, whoever and wherever you are,

and say, though i cannot see you,

“Here’s looking at you, Kid.”

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First I decided to fill a page with a sonnet. Then I did a search on fourteen-letter words, and “antithetically” just jumped out. So I calligraphed it across the page and down the page, making each letter analogously antithetical. Something compelled me to make most of the rhymes “ee,” it paid off especially with “twee” (look up Alan Turing for verification of appropriateness) and “freak quince see,” which is a glimpse of this word-playa’s Holy Grail.

Here are the words of the sonnet:

a needless thing is animosity
neuropathy takes healers needless time
to tune to Turing testing’s ultra twee
if Touring’s true to taproot reason/rhyme
the hypertensive sensitivity
hermed users of Viagra may evince
elongment of unpleasant taut unglee
turgidity to make a groan man wince
is symptomatic of the irony
conspicuous presumption may confer
across a spectrum Pope to Byron. We
lack focus to slow wisdom from its blur.
laconic lack makes Yakking’s freak quince see
yea/hallelujah’s analeptic key.

I’ve been up all night working the Graveyard shift, and am falling asleep as I type, so I will forgo the usual notes–but I’ll check back in a few hours and cheerfully answer any questions you, gentle Reader, may have.