| || droop, buddy, accuse, script, discarded.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
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Today I feel a mighty surge of -- nothing.
Emotions seem to lack a field of emoting.
All my senses, highly attuned, simply droop,
As though my soul were floating, in goop.
This is not something to worry you, my buddy.
I'm just being a cantankerous old fuddy-duddy.
I'm not accusing the world's lack of expression
For fostering my non-feelings of depression.
No, the script that I'm reading from today
Isn't truly about fears of obsolescence or decay.
It's recognizing when I'm being disregarded.
I'll be ready (years from now?) to be discarded.
I really wanted this to feel more upbeat, but I guess in poetica veritas. I'm not really feeling particularly depressed, but read a depressing story today about someone who felt they were fading away and becoming insubstantial, and it clicked with my own feeling of invisibility.
Please don't add to your burden--your "emptiness"-- an obligation to explain the downside to us, your readers. Even nothingness is an emotion, and it wants its turn. We accept what you have to say, Owen. We appreciate your range, your vast repertory of expression because we know it is honest.
You open your brain and your heart to us, and we are grateful.
Today's jumble solution:
Jack was shocked at his partner's bet on the Seahawks over the Packers and, leaving a note that he couldn't support such a crazy risk, parted company with him once & for all.
~ OMK
I completely support your encouragement of Owen, Ol'Man Keith--and, Owen, we're all with you in our hearts, every day. Thank you for the gifts you give us, with your courage.
I breezed through all four words of this Jumble and the solution popped up instantly. The cartoon is a total delight with all those fellows presented with such different ages, hairdos, and faces, with and without beards, glasses or not, different tops and shirts. And the colors made the picture a complete treat. Nice Monday offering.
Well this jumble was so easy I couldn't believe it. In the midst of solving the easy clues I glanced at the bubbles and thought "..." ! Of course!
The poem: my goodness, Owen, it is pretty depressing. I'm glad you said that it's actually more depressing than you feel.
The word that struck me was "disregarded"; yes, being old is better than the alternative, but it can leave you feeling very disregarded. At least the sun is shining today.
There is really nothing new, of course, in the feeling of invisibility as we grow older. It happens to just about everyone, unless I suppose one is lucky enough to have won awards for writing major books, or sees his name on important breakthroughs in science, art, or statesmanship. Or is a Hall of Famer.
Barring such advance signs of immortality, we all will eventually feel "disregarded."
One of the lingering pleasures of teaching is the vicarious attention we experience through our former students. I miss the day to day activities, the continuing signs of importance in the affairs of others. I take real pleasure in visits from ex-students, but these only occur maybe once every month or two.
I am learning to make my peace with being less important, even unimportant--as I realize I am not being actively disrespected. I am not the only one.
In this regard, we are none of us "special."
~ OMK
It's just that we so want to be.
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