NOTE FROM LB:
An early night of freedom for the Navajo Dog and me after I left L.A. I had never understood the value of having a knowing, loving – albeit impatient as hell teacher – till then.
When Kid Hollywood made his escape from the
NOTE FROM LB:
Time now for a tale of the Navajo Dog herself. Listening to her words in my mind the way I once listened to them with my ears always makes me happy…just as it always makes me cry.
NOTE FROM LB:
Meetings are the not only of writers but of everyone in showbiz who actually wants to get something accomplished…which means anyone but executives because whenever they do what it is they do they’re taking the risk of having the result backfire and kicking them out of a job. The following poem, however, is about a meeting I had where I truly learned something from a great man. Ah, those were the days!
“This isn’t real, you know.” We sit in a Japanese
NOTE FROM LB:
Recently rediscovered this little epic written many years ago as I tried to put myself into the head of a writer-producer I used to work for, a man who continually surrounded himself with the latest symbols of his elevated estate. I wanted to know what the fact that he was at the time undisputably the most successful TV series creator in history really meant to him. The result taught me an important lesson: “Stay out of other people’s heads!”
The limo driver hates me. He pulls
NOTE FROM LB:
2 poems today because I got a deal on them. (That short introduction was based on an old joke about why Moses came down from the mountain with two stone tablets instead of one.) Truth is that coming up with two poems instead of one is no bargain brain move by a longshot. For their creator, it’s double the feelings in at least double the time. Hope you enjoy:
If we prepared for life as we prepare for war,