Saturday, December 20, 2008

A Christmas gift from our friend Valentina Gentili

Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, famous for running the City Lights bookstore in San Francisco, wrote this poem in the 1950s and published it in his book: A Coney Island of the Mind, Poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, A New Directions Book, Copyright 1958 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. It is a brilliant work, and one we should think about during the pre-Christmas hustle and bustle...

CHRIST CLIMBED DOWN

Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year
and ran away
to wherethere were no rootless Christmas trees
hung with candycanes and breakable stars
Christ climbed downfrom His bare Tree this year
and ran away
to wherethere were no gilded Christmas trees
and no tinsel Christmas trees
and no tinfoil Christmas treesand no pink plastic Christmas trees
and no gold Christmas trees
and no black Christmas trees
and no powderblue Christmas trees
hung with electric candles
and encircled by tin electric trains
and clever cornball relatives

Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year
and ran away
to where no intrepid Bible salesmen
covered the territory in two-tone cadillacs
and where no Sears Roebuck creches
complete with plastic babe in manger
arrived by parcel post
the babe by special delivery
and where no televised Wise Men
praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey

Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year
and ran away to where no fat handshaking stranger
in a red flannel suit
and a fake white beard
went around passing himself off
as some sort of North Pole saint
crossing the desert to Bethlehem Pennsylvania
in a Volkswagen sled
drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer
and German names
and bearing sacks of Humble Gifts
from Saks Fifth Avenue
for everybody's imagined Christ child

Christ climbed down from His bare Treethis year
and ran away
to where no Bing Crosby carollers
groaned of a tight Christmas
and where no Radio City angels
iceskated wingless
thru a winter wonderland
into a jinglebell heaven
daily at 8:30with Midnight Mass matinees

Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year
and softly stole away into
some anonymous Mary's womb again
where in the darkest nightof everybody's anonymous soul
He awaits again
an unimaginable
and impossiblyImmaculate Reconception
the very craziest of Second Comings

A VERY MERRY CHRITMAS TO ALL,
Brian & Emmy

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Sunset off the coast of Culebra. Note Brian's relaxed look-think he is happy?

Welcome to Culebra

Welcome to Culebra
Entrance to Dewey, to the right is the little canal that takes you into the lagoon. This is where we stayed for a week.