Left to right: Richard Butler Hopper, Robert William Hopper,
David Wendell Hopper, John Douglas Hopper.
Photo by famly friend Burns Hansen.
You can see that only John (born 1941) has escaped my father's neat-and-clean buzz cuts. Richard (1943) demonstrates how he has always been at ease in any situation and happy about that! Robert (1945) is looking at you shyly and wants to be your friend. David is jolly and probably That's a scab on his arm, as he was often wounded. And John, as the oldest, and a charmer, is probably up for anything!
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Time--the lizard in the sunlight. It doesn't move, but its eyes are wide open. They love to gaze into our faces and hearken to our discourse.
It's because the very first men were lizards. If you don't believe me, go grab one by the tail and see it come right off.
Charles Simic
The World Doesn't End; Prose Poems,
Harcourt, Brace, 1990. page 75.
This is from a little book by Charles Simic that impresses me more and more. Reading these pieces quite makes my brain ringgggg.
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