Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Poem or Merry South Park Christmas to All

Brothers Playing Catch on Christmas Day
by Gary Short

Only a little light remains.
The new football feels heavy
and our throws are awkward
like the conversation of brothers
who see each other occasionally.
After a few exchanges,
confidence grows,
the passing and catching
feels natural and good.
Gradually, we move farther apart,
out in the field,
the space between us
filling with darkness.

He leads me,
lofting perfect spirals
into the night. My eyes
find the clean white laces of the ball.
I let fly a deep pass
to his silhouette.
The return throw
cannot be seen,
yet the ball
falls into my hands, as if
we have established a code
that only brothers know.

From The Writer's Almanac

Or . . .

This clip, in which Mr. Garrison gives the kids a Christmas lesson, was amongst even more irreverent holiday videos at Woodies Guthrie's Guitar. Reminds me a bit of W.The original disappeared. This is a replacement. Sorry you don't get to see Mr. Garrison.

Maybe you gotta be a South Park fan. I dunno, cuz I am.

Merry Christmas

1 comment:

Woody (Tokin' Lib'rul/Rogue Scholar & O'erall Helluvafella!) said...

thanks for the bump, again...
i love the poem...made me feel just the least bit festive...