"The shortest answer is doing the thing."
The Stress of Not Having Any Stress
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Sometimes it’s awful.
But who can avoid stress?
Here is the stress of not
looking at somebody’s
wife’s legs.
Here’s Boccaccio’s Lady
Isabella handling life-and-death stress.
Here’s Bo
Derek with a younger man who has no stress—until she throws him out.
Like me, Toby is evading Big Brother in Greece, and here he is showing some tourists his stress-avoidance program.
When I feel stressed I write
a limerick.
If that doesn’t work I write an
idle verse.
And if that doesn’t work I
give up. There’s no use getting all stressed!
Underwroght and nervous about
it,
R.
Robert MacLean is an independent filmmaker. His The Light Touch is on Amazon Prime, Tubi and Scanbox, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a film reviewer, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen. Committed to making movies that don't matter. No brains, but an intellectual snob.
“The worst vice of the fanatic is his sincerity.”—Oscar Wilde
Also on YouTube:
Boccaccio's "The Horse Trade"
Boccaccio's "The Stupid Friar"
Chaucer’s "The Miller's Tale"
Poem of Oral Intimacy
Busy head between my hands,
Hero drawn between your jaws,
Scrambling under your portcullis,
Pressing home my cause.
Tongue upon my instrument
Playing tunes of chances missed,
Orifices since forgotten,
Running down the list.
Generous of you so to fling me
Into orbit where I meet
Floating worlds of past and future
Present in this heat.
Love, I love you loving me,
Nude and kneeling dream machine,
Organ of eternity,
Center of my scene.
Off the cloak of hanging back!
I am flesh! Forget the rest!
Drink me into nakedness
While I manifest!
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