Sunday, March 01, 2015

The Beginning of Wisdom

Vulcans Forever!
Leonard Nimoy (1931-2015)

—B.Z. Niditch, Brookline, MA
The years drift by us
your dad gave me a haircut
in Boston after school
you were in the barber shop
in laughter,
drinking a tonic
without a tad of care
obeying the golden rule
not without a sonic flair
as you were a good boy
soon to be a Star Trek Nimoy,
obeying every traffic stop
in the neighborhood
soon we would be
into sci-fi, stand-up comedy
sitting down on stage
reading pages of Tom Mix
comics and poetry,
once going to Hollywood
on the same plane
when it was snowing
sharing our out-of-sight love
of Poe, Emily Dickinson
Whitman, even Baudelaire,
now you at the height
of the last frontier.


Today's LittleNip:

Boston was a great city to grow up in, and it probably still is. We were surrounded by two very important elements: academia and the arts. I was surrounded by theater, music, dance, museums. And I learned how to sail on the Charles River. So I had a great childhood in Boston. It was wonderful.

Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end.

I think it's my adventure, my trip, my journey, and I guess my attitude is, let the chips fall where they may.

—Leonard Nimoy


—Medusa, with thanks to B.Z. Niditch for today's tribute to Leonard Nimoy. For more about Nimoy's poetry, see; for more about his life and career, see or