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The Currency of Community

(About a 2 minute read)

“Rihanna. I love her music, her style,
Just love her.”

One million or two? How many times today
Have I heard you praise one celeb or another?

Seems curious to me how the down to earth
Billionaires wear T-shirts, jeans, and sandals
To the office; how everyday became causal Friday;
How no one speaks more than two syllables
If they can help it, and none of us any longer
Are pretentious enough to learn the sciences,
But for all our down to earthiness, our hearts
Belong to the celebs, and only the celebs.

In the evening I once again tell you I love you,
But you only turn from your screen
When you want to say Johnny Depp
Has a new movie out that we must see.

Who lives next door to us now that Cheryl died
Do you remember? I never met her myself
More than to be surprised her voice was ice
When once I said “Hello”. I’ve fled from her,
And from you, to the blogs where my heart
Is still a bit malnourished by the distances.

But there I’ve found lives lived in immediacy
To the realities of mine. Terese is as gentle
As I try to be. Kat is as smart as I aspire.
Jane is like me a poet who tackles
Her life as it is. Riali’s kind and supportive,
Mark is brilliant as gold dust,
And most of the others have more than one thing
To recommend them to me.

You speak of Rihanna and Depp,
And others who are cocooned by wealth and staffs,
Who might as well live above us
On a station circling the earth.
Why are you so fascinated with lives
So unlike yours? It seems to me you’re chasing
Some dream of someday living among them,
But you’ve paying for that dream
In the currency of community.

2 thoughts on “The Currency of Community”

  1. You’ve just illustrated another advantage of not having a TV; I don’t get hooked into all that crap. When I see the covers of gossip magazines I don’t recognise most of the so-called celebrities. I have no ides which Cheryl died, although I know we lost Kofi Annan, but I guess he rarely got into the celebrity mags since he never got out of taxis minus his knickers.

    Blogging opened up my world. I feel more deeply connected to some of you than to most the friends I see regularly. We relate on a different level. We trust each other to read our hearts.

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  2. Cheryl was my actual neighbor. She died of cancer a couple years ago. The manner in which she faced death, Jane, was an inspiration to me. For one thing, she joked about her dying. “Thank God I’ll never need another haircut, Paul. I HATE haircuts!” And so on.

    She was “replaced” by a sour old lady who is as rude as can be even when acknowledging a casual “Hello”.

    Everyday I wake up thinking, “It can’t be my memories are right. The bloggers simply cannot be that nice. Today is the day they reveal I’ve been deluding myself”.

    But everyday, they delude me more.

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