Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Funny how time slips away

Well hello there
My, it's been a long, long time
And how am I doing?
Well, I guess that I'm doing fine
It's been been so long now,
but it seems like it was only yesterday
Gee, ain't it funny, how time slips away.

Ah, those high school dances.
Nin to chin on the slow ones.

Piano and sax,. Brooke Benton, Tommy Edwards. Dimly remembered Platters.
Your clown buddy's parody of the the Platters' song, "Oh Yes, I'm The Great Sex Offender.
"Pretending I'm happy and gay."

Coming of age. Right down to the clowning around. Charlie Brown.

The shank end of the fifties and the beginning of the sixties.

Certainly dancing to Brooke Benton.

And how's your new love?
Well, I hope that he's doin fine
heard you told him, that you'd love him till the end of time
It's been so long now
But it seems like only yesterday
Gee, ain't it funny, how time just slips away.

Willie Nelson, shuttling between pizza parlor and laundromat, divorced, alcoholic--and writing songs that would be the sound track of our lives.

Do the tapes ever stop?

A song can change the world, says Ritchie Sambora.

Well, some songs certainly stay in your mind.

I't all the same.
Only the names are changed

And ev'ry day
We're just wastin' away.

Wastin' away in my apartment, watching the little booze blossom rise on my all-too-often punched-out nose.

And the call.

Always the call.


Blast from the past.

An old love.

Wants to come up, but can she bring Charley?

Well, Charley had been a mutual friend, the guy who had done the parodies on songs. Why not? He and I used to be pretty close.

Now he's taking out Charlene.

The strange dynamics of a three-way get-together.
Parallel universes. Six years have passed and Charlene and I are still in love, still, in another dimension, still living together.
It's as if those six years were six seconds. Nothing has changed, not even the names.

But Charlie's with her. Good time Charlie
Is their relationship for real, or is it on a fairy's wing like the relationship Charlene and I are having right now at this very moment?
I tell her I have develope callouses.
She pauses to hug me.
I offer a meal for her and Charlie.
It is so much like old times, when she would cook and I would play the guitar to while away the time, putting on the Renaissance rag, pantaloons , lute and all, trying to fire up her imagination.

Maybe magic renaissance man gets lucky.

But then there is Charlie. What is their relationship anyway?

The hormones back up to speed, the nearness of Charlene, the sense of the lost chord when she slips you a kiss while Charlie is out on the balcony examining flowers.
Ferdinand and Isabelle come to visit.

And it's funny
How time slips away.

I know that after six years, she has been very thoughtful.
I know she wants to be my wife. This I know.
But she is somehow broken and vunerable, and she knows she will have to be very careful.
She had been testing me for six years.

Now another test?
Gotta go now, Guess, I'll see you hanging round
Don't know when though,
Never know when I'll be back in town
But remember what I tell you
That in time you're gonna pay
And it's surprisin' how time slips away



Donsie said...

To be in love but never get to taking in to the next step.. how long must you go on before you make your move.. and time does not stand still even if she waits for you. This is very sad. You can feel the love between the 2 people but that is where is stops... Are they affraid or is the situation just not that they cant be together forever....

islandgrovepress said...

Some of these situations drive us to picking daisies, to tossing the I-Ching, to find behind the petals and the hexagams the wise face of Confucious:

Two people should be together, but because of social circumstances, they can not.
Sometimes the road is long and winding.
Sometimes it is smooth.


Donsie said...

I was in a situation like that... and ouch!! don't want to be in that setup ever again. It hurt to much.

You know that feeling when you love someone that it hurts... I wish that all people that love each other get together... they must try and get it together... but yeah sometimes you just cant...

islandgrovepress said...


Oh yeah.

Unrequited love. You love them, are thrilled just when you see them coming down the street.
But it is not reciprocal.

In the case of a man in love with a beautiful woman, he gets her ego up, especially if he confesses his feelings.
If a woman loves a man, she tends to act out rather than tell him straight out. She may have a moment of weakness when she mumbles something in the course of an intimate moment, but generally, she keeps mum. Has to. Men have egos too.
Yet isn't it nice when an old love comes back and you feel so at home, so much in balance...?
State of grace...again.


Josie said...

My dad always used to say "All's fair in love and war." If she and Charlie aen't married, go for it. There is some reason she went to see you.

Of course, all your Quarks will be very jealous :-)

I have been in those situations too. It's very bittersweet. I don't think we ever stop loving the people we once loved. A part of them still belongs to us.


islandgrovepress said...

Octopus, octopus.

If I could only get my tentacles (gotta watch how I spell that!) on all eight of them.
It's a good thing I'm a Schizo.
One part of me is always in love with a part of them.
And it looks like lady quarks have had the same experience.
Yes, Josie, looks like she came for a reason.

Thinking, thinking, too much thinking.
Thinking always gets you into trouble...


leslie said...

Oh, to be in love again, to rekindle that spark of romance and longing............. said...

Isn't it a grand feeling?

The beloved is angelic, radiant, all- giving and all- powerful, causing raptures in you about the meaning of life, Universe and your place in it. You can do anything!

But, of course, after two years there is the pantyhose hung up atop the shower stall, you've developed "married man's gut" and at night you trim your toenails, trying to get past the marrried man's gut..

But nothing like being in love!
No other feeling state matches it.
It is what keeps us going.


Donnetta Lee said...

Yeah, it's funny and sad how time slips away. Whoa. There goes another piece of it, right under the rug.

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Josie said...

Two years? Love has a shelf life of two years?

Oh, dear.

islandgrovepress said...


Yeah, it seems you become a couple, get known as a couple, do all the couple things, go to work, come back from work, do the shop, maybe find out someone is pregnant, do the shop again, buy a house, build the crib,go to work,get maternity leave, have the first baby--and I for one, go into a James Thurber routine: Was I ready for this?
But I want to be Peter Pan!
And some of the girls wanted to be Tinkerbelle!

But we do fall in love. The word fall isn't there for nothing. We fall in love!

Ah what do I know?
Aging gigolo looking for Gigolette.
Harry the Rat with women.
Now even my tail is grey and I'm sure as hell not getting any. :)

Too much information, I know. :-)


EA Monroe said...

Ivan, this is a wonderful post about love. I still say you can give Richie Sambori a run for the money when it comes to lyrics. Period. Give him a call!

Damn time slipping away!

islandgrovepress said...

Thanks so much.

Ah well. Even heroes fail.

My heroes.

I hear Ritchie Sambora is getting a divorce!


Josie said...

I agree with Liz. Both your prose and your poetry (and your wit) are amazing.


Donnetta Lee said...

Ivan, maybe you fall in lust rather than fall in love. Just a thought.

Sienna said...

Go for it Ivan!

"I have loved to the point of madness..
That which is called madness..
That which to me..
Is the only sensible way to love.

Francoise Sagan

Love is beautiful. (Pam)

"There is always some madness in love.
But there is always some reason in madness.."


Islandgrovepress said...

Thank you.
We try, we try, but I think it's Willie Nelson's genius that inspires.


islandgrovepress said...

I forget which famous Roman heretic said it, but he said quite a bit about "carnal" and don't be ashamed.
Pope did not like.
There were certainly stages where I believed in the Pope.


islandgrovepress said...

I didn't know you read Francoise Sagan and Nietzsche.
I used to lose more marks over misspelling Nietzche's name.

But didn't that tortured genius put himself through changes when he fell in love with his own Simone de Bouvier, his Lou Salome, who upon hearning of Friedrich's love for her--almost laughed out loud.
Then he got a biggie-on for Wagner's wife!
Genius and the madness of love.
"Those husbands are not fit to shine my boots," would say the jealous Nietzsche.
Nietzsche The Reasonable, mad in love!
Poor Freddie.


islandgrovepress said...

Addend to the lovely Quarks:

I'm not sure if the stanza below was ever printed by anybody--I have had my share of rejection, but here it comes out of memory:

"I long for you with all my heart
Despite the stigma: thought
It matters little what is fact
I'll drink the cup you brought."


leslie said...

Maybe now we can live a second childhood with no worries about having to build a crib, etc. and just float through life like Peter Pan and Tinkerbelle. Bedamned the loose skin. Sit on a cloud and drop the nail clippings on the heads of those still in their prime - give 'em something to look forward to. HAH!

islandgrovepress said...


Oh, this is so good!

It's just that old Methuselah over here, a graduate of a tech university--is still dreaming of huge erections. Wooahh!