Memories of Adulthood

By Joel Rosenblum

If only people could be more like books. In that they would give the information we want to know without the information that will make us feel bad. There are so many perfect places to start that there is even no need to continue past this sentence. Anyway, thus saith a poet/punster/poopoo-er who keeps starting over, which is the nature of writing poetry.

The only art you can't do fast if you have to is poetry. It's God making us compulsive rhymers. Because God loves everyone. (We have to love the very same bastards.) Humans, however, have all the easy chores: poverty, crime, disease. God has the hard one: how to bring all people to get along together.

Poetry is not the same as lyrics. Poetry is simple self-love; lyrics, the poet wanting others to love, where words are made to sing without music. But submitting poetry is also the storm warning before rejection. Although just because one never finishes anything doesn't mean he shouldn't be starting things.

After all, what's the verb for what you do?

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: May 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781475910667

Joel Rosenblum

Joel Rosenblum always loved reading and writing in school if only to avoid arithmetic. Growing up, he decided that books should really be sold in jewelry stores. And that writers are people who share; non-writers are those who aren’t sure it is necessary to share. He first began with music upon hearing birds atwitter and so tried warbling back the same notes in a contest to see which of them would be willing to give up. And then soon realizing that if you want to lead the orchestra, you’ve got to turn your back on the crowd. He loves to sit at the keyboard—piano, computer or where he hangs his various door-openers. Two high-schools and three colleges later, he wedded the first time, eventually to wonder if the oft-repeated words “I didn’t hear you.” had irreparably degraded his marriage. No fear of destiny on the second try.

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Contents

Memories Of Adulthood

Throw Drama From The Train

Edgar Allen Poetry

A Drawing

Obitchuary

Contra Versey

Skating On Thick Ice

Safe

Not Much Ado About Something

Tijuana, Mexico

Ex Edge Esis

The Quality Of Being Heavy

Harlot’s Spirit

Expectation Of A Month Of May In Siena

Merde(R)

A I R A T I C

Let’s Figure Out What The Hell We Did

The Indecision Of The Judges Is Final

Here’re A Few Reflections From A Known Admirror

Purr Diem

..Some Unheard Divine Whisper Beckons Us To Existence

Because You Asked

Delusions Of Adequacy

Why God

Lear In The Storm Macbeth In The Night

Homosectionals

Impossible

Be Which ??

You Who

A Bad Joke Coming

*Rejected*

Playing Golf With A Gun

Tie Me

Uh-Oh

Tushy Doctor

And This Just In

Humor, The Deadly Aphrodisiac

Creature Teacher

Lawyer Dreams

De Luxe

God

Thank

There Is A Title Loitering In My Mind

Whollywood

Thank God For Music

Unlimited Marijuana To All Convicts:

Parent Hesis

Per Verse

Up Down Elevator

Ode To Myself

Eye Yi

We Cannot Survive Unless We Know What Is Asked Of Us.

Cultural Vanity

Music Without Sound

Hummus Sexual

The Promise Of Mountains

Massive Doses

The Whole World Are Holocaust Survivors

Most Snakes Said:

Bravos To The Yugoslavos

Boxing Matches

Mammocking The Butterfly

Signs Of Life

I T

Now Then. Gays!

Whirled Travel

Author Of Himself

High They’re

Voyager

P O E T R Y I S T H E S O U L

W R I T H I N G I N C R I T I C I S M

Like A Fever

Time

Florada

Prayer Is Reverence; Not Merely Petition

You’ll Recall

Pianoforte/Poetretort

Laughter

Prejudish

So Our First Fight Is In The Books

Broke Cocoa

What? End The Madness?

Why Should I Be Upset

A Waiting-Room Of Kisses

Love Doesn’t Get To Rhyme

Are You Gay Again

They’re Coming! They’re Coming!

Merry : Wanna

Nullifidian Prayer

Pre Diction

Ham Letdown

Neither Ig Nor Me

Here’s What I Want To Do

God Actually Speaking

Score Card

The Ancient Marrhymer

Sir Lunchalot

Rye Sling

Intercourse

When’s Day

Capital Betters

Why Should I Be Upset

Wading Through Schonberg :

Dr+Nk

Over 70(I’m