Second Cup of Coffee in the Time of the Pandemic

[dukealien]

Second Cup of Coffee in the Time of the Pandemic


Here we sit comfortably isolated
wired and wirelessed to friends
and family and news. Our coffee cools
our metabolic temperatures remain
unfevered. Later we shall take
long walks sometimes with the dog
sometimes without. In time no doubt
the virus will infect us and we shall
expire from it or likely from
some other malady like deep dementia
old hearts' weakness or time's consequence.
Despite news panics frauds and discontents
our coffee cools but not before it's drunk.

[Mark A Becker]

Since I’m retired it’s interesting having a lot of company who I see even less of now. Thank you for your insight on this new world.

I’m working on one based upon the Twilight Zone episode from 1962, Nothing in the Dark. Knowing me, I’ll have it in rough form sometime this century.

Stay well, wherever you are...

[busker]

A rather optimistic last line. I am alarmed by the 10% fatality rate.
I like the part about the walk with and without the dog. No doubt, the dog's on in years as well.
Stay safe.

[Mark A Becker]

We Have Entered The Twilight Zone

In 1962, Rod Serling said, “…there is nothing
in the dark that isn’t there when the lights are on.” 
But with 2020 hindsight, Rod was wrong.

It’s a nightmare always wondering
if I’m really keeping The Virus from seeping
in.  And I’ve been dreaming, without sleeping:

  When Redford knocked on my door today,
  I flashed a smile, though I had to say,
  “I know who you are, but we can’t shake hands.”

  He smiles back and says he understands, and when I ask
  when it’ll be safe to go out, or should we run?” 
  He just says, “Go? Look, we’ve already begun.”




For context, see here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9JZCo912kI

[dukealien]

We Have Entered The Twilight Zone


In 1962, Rod Serling said, “…there is nothing
in the dark that isn’t there when the lights are on.”
But with 2020 hindsight, Rod was wrong.

It’s a nightmare always wondering
if I’m really keeping The Virus from seeping
in.  And I’ve been dreaming, without sleeping:

  When Redford knocked on my door today,
  I flashed a smile, though I had to say,
  “I know who you are, but we can’t shake hands.”

  He smiles back and says he understands, and when I ask
  when it’ll be safe to go out, or should we run?”
  He just says, “Go? Look, we’ve already begun.”

For context, see here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9JZCo912kI

Quite nice, and this century to boot.  No ill wind:  in solitude (and isolation) there's time for The Work.

Pray for me, if so inclined:  about to drive across the Deep South to my home, through states locked down and others declining to be, more or less alternating between the two states of mind.

[Erthona]

Duke,

I'll pray for you to find gas. Stay out of Alabama if you can, but then that is always good advice

I tried to find some poignancy in this poem, but I couldn't, although I am sure there was meant to be some. It did however make me want to go make a cup of coffee.

"One more cup of coffee for the road
one more cup of coffee 'fore I go
to the valley below." --Dylan

dale

[Mark A Becker]

Dear Lord, your Duke is passing through
please offer him safe passage

[dukealien]

Dear Lord, your Duke is passing through
please offer him safe passage

Thanks, that was quite effective with help from a (my guess) Gujarati innkeeper and a blonde/black fast-food worker, both in Tuscaloosa. Courtesy of truck drivers and other motorists was generally on display, though Atlanta drivers were improved only by there being fewer of them about.

Gasoline was plentiful and cheap, particularly in the Carolinas.

Now back to The Work...

[Erthona]

glad you made it through

dale