Tess Kincaid has offered The Mag writing group a Norman Rockwell painting done in 1946. I was just over a year old when this cover art was published. Rockwell's youngest son Peter was the model for the boy, chosen over three other applicants. One website says, Boy In Dining Car, a Norman Rockwell painting, appeared on the cover of The Saturday Evening Post published December 7, 1946. Alternate titles for this painting are New York Central Diner and The Tip.
This painting was Rockwell's 243rd overall out of 322 total paintings that were published on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post. Rockwell's career with the Post spanned 47 years.
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Displaced Person
When they jerked me up
I found I was ten years old,
not sixty any
more and my teeth fresh
in my mouth, my joints pain free.
I was powerful
hungry so I went
to the dining car. That black
guy helped me out there.
I saw a fellow
named Rockwell sketching me up
from across the way.
He gave me this one.
I kid you not, and I skipped
out on my food bill.
So all in all, Bud
I still got all my chump change.
Now I gotta run.
September 8, 2013 10:03 AM
this is the way it is in dreams :)
ReplyDeleteI especially like the conscious dreaming I get to do while awake. I actually don't remember very many of my night dreams. Most mornings I wake with a blank slate. When I do remember my dreams they are almost never of this world but of some other in most significant respects. One big one... it is always twilight there.
Deletewouldn't that be something, to be jerked up to be 10 instead of 60 (i especially like the idea of joints free of pain) - loved this adventurous story poem, engagingly written
ReplyDeleteThe advantage of creative writing, you get to do all this stuff. I am very fond of shape shifting in all the ways I can.
DeleteWho would want to swap being 60 for 10, though? Not I! :)
ReplyDeleteYou must be sitting in your body comfortably, your pains all the right size.
DeleteLively and diverting. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, sir.
DeleteSome imagination...I LIKE!
ReplyDeleteLast line...he's still "ON THE RUN"--grin!
He's remembering the big lesson of childhood. "Don't get caught!"
DeleteIf I had to get jerked up I hope it's not to 10...20 would be more to my liking.
ReplyDeleteI always think I will repeat what I have done the first time around. I doubt that I will do new things or better things. 20 puts me on a collision course with some very difficult stuff.
DeleteI like what you did here Chris....nicely done indeed
ReplyDeleteI admit to a heavily F&SF imagination in my young years. I don't read that much of it any more. I now shove F&SF right into the center of my poetry. Should I apologize for this?? :<O))
Deleteoh to be 10 again...loved what you did here..x
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kay.
DeleteFine poetry takes me out of myself, transports me to another time and place ~~~ exactly what your poem did. So nice.
ReplyDelete*blush* :D
Deletetime travel well written!
ReplyDeleteDelightful write...love your P.O.V. here...
ReplyDeleteWhere does one go to run out on their bill on a train?
ReplyDeleteon the dodge, then off the train...
DeleteIt is a bit more difficult to know where to run if one has stolen the train... I actually heard a sober drunk tell his story of stealing a train. He was old when I heard him in 1983 and I presume he was talking more than twenty years before that.
Whoa, I would like to see cops trying to PIT a stolen train! (LOL?)
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