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Ode to a Glow-in-the-Dark Dinosaur Toy, a poem, by Ted Donley

If you love something, you keep it. Sometimes for years and years. If you want to let go of it, you can pass it on in one of many ways… including sending it out into the universe. Posting this will allow me to throw out recycle a copy of a literary magazine* I’ve been holding on to since college.

Ode to a Glow-in-the-Dark Dinosaur Toy
by Ted Donley

Stegosaurus! burning bright
On the desktop of the night:
What immortal factory
Could mould thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant urban haze
Was born the terror of thy gaze?
From what secret carbon chain
Was forged thy tiny rubber brain?

And what shiny metal part
Could stamp the hollow of thy heart?
And what steel mould dare feel the flow
Of bioluminescent glow?

When the lights threw down their rays
And charged thy green nocturnal blaze,
Did it smile its work to see?
Did it that made tyrannosaurus rex make me?

Stegosaurus! burning bright
On the desktop of the night:
What immortal factory
Could mould thy fearful symmetry?

 

Complaints, please, to Ted.

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* Writers’ Bloc, Third Issue, Spring, 1986, Oberlin OH. I believe this was the dissident magazine of the year, in contrast to the official Creative Writing Program vehicle.

Boys will be Beastie, first interview, from Decline of Art magazine, 1981

Adam Yauch’s death forces me to go back through dozens of boxes, to find relics of my high school history. The Beastie Boys’ first published interview was in my fanzine, Decline of Art, which Jill Cunniff and I put together in 1981. This interview was in the second issue and typifies our teenage-bricoleur-meets-PereUbu style. TheContinue Reading

Trousseau

My great grandmother Laura died at 103.5 but she still hadn’t lived long enough to use her best hankies. I was shocked to find this pack of 3, pristine in their original package, in her home when we were doing the dead-woman-plunder. I get weak for anything white-on-white, for hand drawn type, and for embroideryContinue Reading

Great-grandma Laura: Etsy forebear

Nothing was ever good enough for Grandma Laura. She had a sort of creative obsessive-compulsive disorder, a tinkering impulse that she’d take out on any object in her sight that was “straight out of the box.” Every plain sweater, every piece of ormolu porcelain, needed at least a dash of alteration to fit her ideasContinue Reading

Great-Grandma Laura

Eulogy for my Grandmother, who died 4 years ago at age 103 and a half. Continue Reading

Mourning breakfast

Breakfast was full of memories today. Rye toast, because Mike and I had deli for grown-ups-only dinner late last night. I knew he’d be happy to see rye bread with seeds, like what we had when I was a kid (except we never had a toaster), which I used to go buy at D’Aiuto’s onContinue Reading