Saturday, July 28, 2007

John Prine made me think of my Dear John. And such mawkish poetry from this

The great John Prine was singing of other matters here at Ontario Place, right on the water but I was thinking of what mattered most. I knew that at this very time, my lover was penning me a Dear John. That's why she had sent a mutual friend to take me to this concert. Enough love left to care for my feelings.

Make me an angel
That flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That I can hold onto
To believe in this living
It's such a hard way to go.



Make me an angel, Darling. Make me a cut-up doll. Make me anything. But don't make me a Dear John.

Peeing my eyes out.
Watching John Prine

To believe in this loving
It's such a hard way to go.

Unrequited love.
You know the result of this break-up.
You will lose hundreds of thousands of dollars as you sit in your aparment and drink.
This will take your mind right off business.
And so you will have to give yourself pleasure.

Make me an angel, Darling
Make me a cut-up doll.
But don't make me this.

Ivan

13 comments:

JR's Thumbprints said...

I've never experienced a Dear John letter, nor do I ever want to.

So, Ivan, are we a wee bit in the dumpster today? I hope not, and if you are, c'mon old chap climb on out, there's more fish in the sea.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

A surrogate love came by the other day. She said, "What are you, a monk?"
Gave me a doubletake.

And a kiss and a hug, from Sally Smug.

Thanks for the chin-up. People are trying.

Ivan

Lynn@ZelleBlog said...

I'm glad that I sort of stumbled upon you at Benjibopper's.

I would like to read more of what you are doing.

Life is full of surrogate love, sublimated irrational wants... we settle, we do what we can.

Ivan@creartivewriting.ca said...

Hello Lynn@zelleblog.

Benji's quite the writer when he gets the wind up.
As for me, most of my serious stuff is right above, on my header.

Just had a quick scan of your web.
Intelligent!

Ivan

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Ivan,

I cannot help it. Love enlisted me long ago... it has failed to stay by my side, but I will follow it.

I have received a Dear John letter, or should that be a Dear jane? Sigh:: what does one do when the moon is full and the heart is swimming?

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Ah, the words mean even more now that you have given its context. "Tis better to have loved and lost than to have never loved before." so said someone that was considered wise.

Ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

"Inside":

Men are more awkward, more cruel, really, when it comes to their good-byes.
They want to do it quickly and almost use a club.
And that must hurt doubly.
I know. I've done it.
And then it blows back at you.

Ray Charles:

"Love, oh love, oh careless love..."

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

LGS,

I thought I was secure in my asbestos suit after being burned once or twice.
The damn thing frayed off!
Ouch!

Ivan

ivan@cretivewriting.ca said...

p.s. to Inside our hands, outside our hearts:

Took a walk just a few hours ago, and the night was full of swimmers.

It made me realize that Eleanor Rigby was a true symphony.

Ivan

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Ivan,

Men can be harsh, but then we can be. The difference is that we grow and learn and from that change and if we can go back to the pain we caused and take it back.

I have chosen to forgive as well as take my share of the pain.

You are lovely.

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

XO

Ivan

benjibopper said...

man i miss my john prine CDs - they're all in storage. we reunite next month and i can't wait. saw him live at convocation hall, 5th row, so good.

peeing my eyes out is a great image. you're very good at images.

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

Thanks Benji,

Seems times you feel John Prine is writing just for you.
That's how good he is.

Ivan