Book review: A Pirate Looks at Fifty

Book review: A Pirate Looks at Fifty

don’t start singing right away…

 

 

Book review:

A Pirate Looks at Fifty

 

Jimmy Buffett (b1946)

New York: Ballantine Books, 1998

 

Full disclosure: I’m not a Parrothead, but I’m related by blood to a gen-you-wine Buffett fan, so I take the liberty of using familiar language, even though “the king of somewhere hot” has never seen me and isn’t likely to in this earthly paradise…

A Pirate Looks at Fifty is a memoir-ish book by Himself, written more than 20 years ago, I spotted it in the local library’s discarded book sale bin and I did the right thing.

Seems to me, for starters, no one should ever discard a book full of Jimmy Buffett stuff, he’s just so much in love with life and he is a magnet for vicarious attention, I dare you to read Pirate without getting at least a fleeting urge to head for the islands and see the world through Jimmy’s eyes.

You don’t even have to read the whole book (actually, I confess, I didn’t), just read as much as gets the juices flowing and then get on with your regular life, and you can dip into it again any time you want. Buffett’s music and Buffett’s style are a buffet—grab what you want, anytime, sing along as the spirit moves, and go back for more whenever…

You don’t even have to like margaritas to get the full, slobbering, belly laugh, hijinksed, hot damn but mucho mellow effect when you sing along with Jimmy about the Mexican cutie and the lost shaker of salt.

I double dare you to not sing a couple verses and the refrain right now, you have to, really…

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2019 All rights reserved.

 

A poem about the right thing

…and the lesser incarnation…

“Vanity”

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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Book review: The Poems of Robert Frost

Book review: The Poems of Robert Frost

no need for a treasure map…

 

 

Book review:

The Poems of Robert Frost

With an Introductory Essay “The Constant Symbol”

 

by Robert Lee Frost (1874-1963)

New York: The Modern Library/Random House, Inc., 1946

 

In his opening essay, Frost says “…poetry…is metaphor, saying one thing and meaning another, saying one thing in terms of another, the pleasure of ulteriority. Poetry is simple made of metaphor.”

My copy of The Poems of Robert Frost is a treasure ship with two old, stained green covers. I’ve been reading it for more than 50 years. It’s a bit beat up, but when I open it, it shines.

I’m not reckless enough to name “my favorite” poem—I keep changing my mind as I read through them again. Frost is a teacher. He has found so many of the right words, and he has put so many of them in the right order.

I always enjoy “The Last Word of a Bluebird (as told to a child).” The Crow carries the little Bluebird’s final message to Lesley. In his low voice he brings word about the north wind and the impending winter cold that drives the Bluebird away. The compassionate bird urges Lesley to be good, and promises that “…perhaps in the spring/He would come back and sing.”

I’m waiting for the spring, and I have a good book to help me pass the time.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2019 All rights reserved.

Book review: The End of Greatness

Aaron David Miller comes up short…

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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