Marilyn's Diary

My Uncle Herman was a very talented man. He was a great baseball player. He was a wonderful husband and a great father. And he was the most considerate and passionate lover that you could ever have.

But he was so much more than that. He was very well read. He was 547 years old after all and knew many famous literary figures. He hung around with Lord Byron and I am pretty sure that he had a love affair with Mary Shelley. Oh and he told me he had banged Jane Austen and was the model for Mr. Darcy. I could see that.

But Uncle Herman's passion was poetry. He loved to compose poems. Mainly about decomposing and reanimation's but that is another story. He was always going to poetry readings at coffee houses and schools and what not. He once let Allen Ginsberg paint him while he was naked. Sylvia Plath killed herself when he wouldn't let her give a rim job anymore. But his favorite poet of all time was an obscure talent who was a genius who had never been recognized.

He met him at the Jewish Theatre of Santa Monica. It was a young Hebrew Poet who went by the name of ricpic. He was an astounding talent. He was the best that Uncle Herman had ever seen. But unfortunately he got involved with Molly Picon and his heart was broken. He retired to upstate New York to lick his wounds. Uncle Herman loved to read me his poetry while he licked my twa.......errr while were drinking lemonade in the back yard.

To this very day when I hear a yiddish couplet I get wet.

I miss my Uncle Herman.