Corporate Takeovers and
Assorted Love Songs
From the preface: "The century that conceived two world wars also delivered the dissolution of traditional relationships, ones that sustained humanity throughout its written history. Religions have been routed from the moral values on which they were established. Divorce and resignation have crumbled families. The congenial merchant who knew our names has been transformed into a uniformly smiling, indifferent franchised face in a million places.
"Employers who once furnished lifetime employment can no longer assure their own continuity. Takeovers, mergers, bankruptcies and abrupt market changes have made layoffs a way of life and financial insecurity part of civilization.
"Yet a powerful vitality resides in us humans. We still readily understand the hunger for love, adventure, hope, security, faith, creativity and individuality expressed alike by Egyptian scribe and Chinese love poet since writing began.
"In an age that studies everything to suffocation, has detail obscured from us, the human race, the great truths about ourselves?
"Corporate Takeovers . . . and assorted love songs is the modest record of one person's odyssey through this present world.
"All people share longings and ambitions. That which lacks is often the courage to follow one's heart to the adventure it may create.
"This book is about such dreams. I write here only an introduction to what follows. I don't want to take away from these leaves of a heart.
"The verse has its own voice."
"I have lived the aftermath of greed
Among the emptied offices,
The ones once filled with friends
Before the strangers came into our house
and cleared them out. "
"Longview, Texas Holiday Inn Restaurant
Another night away from home,
The restaurant's dark.
And I'm alone
(Do I have a friend?)"
"My thought is of home
In the offices and backrooms, the warehouses - all the different, same places
Where I work.
And trouble's face, for me, is a solitary face
With many eyes
And every eye a separate story,
But they are one."
When the party is over and everyone is gone
Except for you and me, both tired and happy,
You drooped out on the sofa, I slouching in an armchair,
Looking at each other, with a drop of liquor in our brains,
And great loads of warmth in our blood and breasts,
Smiling with contentment at the contrast of the quiet
With the earlier hour's noise,
Not touching even hands and knowing all the same . . .
When the party's over and for us
Its last few minutes linger still,
Hanging silent in the early morning dark,
Hanging, hanging --- we know they'll end,
And we'll have to clean up broken spells
Among the empty dishes
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