I read a poem by DH Lawrence today, cuz i was feeling brave..."Worm Either.Way",1929 Written 2 years after my mom was born. She defeated the worms by being cremated.

first line:"if you live along with all the other people and are just like them and conform and are nice you're just a worm..."

so far so good, but that's just the first line.  you can't make a worldview out of one line of poetry, no matter how sweet it would be.

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february 26!  johnny cash would have been 79 today.

tony randall would have been 91.

worm food, i guess.

those 2 would have together made the perfect man, i bet alot of women might say.

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aha...i see Lawrence has a twist for us:

"and if you live with all the other people  and you don't like them and won't conform

then you're just the worm that has turned

in either case a worm."

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A no-win scenario. 

Me? I conform when it is to my benefit.  Like not being looked at too closely. That is the best thing about conformity.

I often decide I won't conform anymore.

When this happens, I am spun  out to a starless sky

a place of no light

and i try my best to get warm, because warmth and light are somehow interconnected, i know...some...ha.."Ring of Fire".....

I fall back to conformity but

I like to think

if I'm like Tony Randall, a man of infinite wit

and no damn way to peg down his sexuality

i will be fine. 

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but my perverse nature brings me to the edge of reality, always:

i gotta keep reading lawrence and i know i am not gonna like it:

yep, there it is...

"the turned worm bravely boozes.."

and more, so much more...

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i will read this fool in motley, so self-described, later, listening to Cash

and watching Tony

advise Doris Day on her

Rock Hudson romance.

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i wonder what d.h would have made of Johnny Cash. Or tony.

I imagine he might say:

these 2 gentlemen,

i embody them.