All the old posters are gone

responded to a blog:

   

All the old posters are gone,
once tacked to my wall:
Scott Madsen, Marky Mark, et al.
I had to move on.

Now the walls seem plain
without those it-boys of then —
but I'm not without sin:
they're still tacked to my brain.
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poetical bits        poems and pensées         Philip Thrift

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(lol)I still have the Madden solo Flex poster on my wall- and it is a constant and consistent reminder that I need to do my daily sit-ups. Have been thinking a lot about `Marky' lately (because of the boxing movie & good feature in Mens Health) and his incredible progress through life. Your short poem intrigues me. I have another old picture from a newspaper that I framed that shows a wet & healthy River Phoenix at the beach. I cut the picture out (way back then) and attached it to an actual `typed out' 'I carry your heart with me,' by ee cummings. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't look at the images (of beautiful youth/or any images that I found beautiful in my youth) -or my appreciation of them, in any way sinful. Images, I believe, gain more meaning through time and that appreciation of an image changes and grows(as does actual physical relationships). {{Not being argumentative- appreciate your poem - made me think. :) }}