Monday, June 6, 2016


While I'm thinking of Paul Simon, here's this one:

Saturday, June 4, 2016

The Boxer

Sorry to hear today of the death of the great fighter Muhammad Ali. When I first heard of him, he was still called Cassius Clay, and I remember people castigating him for taking a new name. But he said he was throwing off that "slave name," and good for him.

He fought for his principles, talked a lot, sure, but fought.

The Boxer
(Simon & Garfunkel)

I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so
I took some comfort there.
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone,
Going home…