October 2014
I live in New York City with my wonderful wife, Susan. Our two grown-up sons, Gabe and Zack, live in NYC too. Gabe and his wife Karla have an incredible 1½ year old son, Lucas. Even though I love all my jobs, including managing this magazine, my most important job (and the one I love most) is living up to being a model grandfather -- as was my own, Myer Firestone.
My Grandson, Lucas
[I'll make a paper airplane]
-to Lucas-
I'll make a paper airplane
And we can watch it fly
Pretending that it's not a game
But really you and I
Who sail so smoothly through the room
As if there were no walls
To stop us while around we zzzzoooooooommmm --
With no goodbyes at all --
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[The boy of words who never had spoken]
The boy of words who never had spoken
Stood at the edge of a universe hurt
And silently wept for dreams become cursed
And daydreams and rainbows all but broken.
Yes. Even these he had barely known — when
Each one collapsed and each one deserted
What had already been a damaged world --
Where it seemed most everyone was no one.
His tears turned to ice — and then to diamonds --
A miracle wrought — and value declared --
Despite the sad stillness of the moment...
For beauty is beauty — never undone --
Nor be so true wonder — the child of care --
These — and love too — eternally present.
[So very tired is the man]
So very tired is the man
From walking walking walking
Through Ages Ice and Stone and Iron
From Sumer and Babylon
Canaan and Lebanon
And Egypt and on and on and on
Without a day of rest
He's carried himself through millennia
And centuries of pain --
So very tired is the man
He shall not rise again
But sleep — now — at last
With his corn and wheat and rice
His oxen, sheep, and lambs
His eagles and his caves
His castles and his battlefields...
He will sleep and sleep
And rise not anymore
Until he goes home
To Africa.
[Unto the world a stranger I]
Unto the world a stranger I --
Who never did belong --
Too obvious my sacred lie --
Too odd my secret song.
But never did I so regret
My status as it be --
Nor do I now, nor will I yet --
Make apology.
-to Lucas-
I'll make a paper airplane
And we can watch it fly
Pretending that it's not a game
But really you and I
Who sail so smoothly through the room
As if there were no walls
To stop us while around we zzzzoooooooommmm --
With no goodbyes at all --
_______________________________________________________
[The boy of words who never had spoken]
The boy of words who never had spoken
Stood at the edge of a universe hurt
And silently wept for dreams become cursed
And daydreams and rainbows all but broken.
Yes. Even these he had barely known — when
Each one collapsed and each one deserted
What had already been a damaged world --
Where it seemed most everyone was no one.
His tears turned to ice — and then to diamonds --
A miracle wrought — and value declared --
Despite the sad stillness of the moment...
For beauty is beauty — never undone --
Nor be so true wonder — the child of care --
These — and love too — eternally present.
[So very tired is the man]
So very tired is the man
From walking walking walking
Through Ages Ice and Stone and Iron
From Sumer and Babylon
Canaan and Lebanon
And Egypt and on and on and on
Without a day of rest
He's carried himself through millennia
And centuries of pain --
So very tired is the man
He shall not rise again
But sleep — now — at last
With his corn and wheat and rice
His oxen, sheep, and lambs
His eagles and his caves
His castles and his battlefields...
He will sleep and sleep
And rise not anymore
Until he goes home
To Africa.
[Unto the world a stranger I]
Unto the world a stranger I --
Who never did belong --
Too obvious my sacred lie --
Too odd my secret song.
But never did I so regret
My status as it be --
Nor do I now, nor will I yet --
Make apology.
©2014 Firestone Feinberg