New Utrecht High School - Comet Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Popcorn In T he Pork By AARON KASS XVHILE ati the world is daiiy with the hoi poiioi of the times, i have sought respite from the sohhing masses at a Brookiyn park. And I have hrought with me a large hag of popcorn, naturaiiy with the ione intention of consuming every hit of the popped kernels, salted, and showered with oii, dripping through the hottom of the hag and spiashing on my newly polished shoes. I have not heen sitting iong in my splendor, munching at the contents of the greasy hag, when a peculiar swallowing that sounds like a pack of women dis- rupts my giuttonous pieasantry. I turn quickiy to see a large pigeon gohhiing up the pieces of popcorn which feii to the Hoor as I threw up the seeds into the air and watched them fail to the ground past my wide opened mouth. Fooiishiy, very fooiishiy, I offer a few kerneis to the wide eyed hird. His chest is heaved up and his heart is heating viciousiy. I imagine at this moment a huge creature expanding its imperious chest and thrusting it into my wry face. Fraught with horror I drop the handful of popcorn and quickly dash to the farthest end of the park. g ii am sittinglquietiy thinking transcendent imaginings of the siow and con- tented life I was enjoying up tiii now fl prohahiy looked iike some unfortunate of a triangle thinking of his lost inamortei when the hird returns and hrings with him a Hock of his feathered friends. I realize now that he had poiiteiy ex- tended, lo the rest of the cian, my invitation to feed him some popped corns. While they are husiiy eating the handiuis of popped kernels that I have thrown them to assuage their hunger and anger, i have found an escape to the edge of the lake. Here I watch the ducks waddie in their uncertain gait, and the swans giide quietiy and contentediy through the stiii water. Lost in this pensive mood, I empty the remaining corn into the water, and I watch the ducks and swans clamor upon one another. As they devour the popcorn I iook at the puffed seeds sweii up more in the water. I wish to myseif that I had those very popcorns for they are so much larger and so much more to eat, and ii I am to watch the deiighted progress of my stomach expanding and assuming a much wider circumference, then these are more than welcome. It seems to me, so to speak, that the daiiiance of eating popcorn in the park is iast dying out-and I don,t wonder'-what with having to share it with a muiti- tude of hungry pigeons, ducks, swans and other feathered giuttons, it has ceased to he a delightful pastime. Pa ge Fourteen COMET

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It has the outward semblance of poetry, but 1 migtlt as welt tell you now, keys just written clown a, few sentences, anct chopped them up into lines, and ness talking through his hat. As for me, if anyone cares, ltike a poet who trims his hairs And his sentences, too. Give me the Bards Who write those jingles on the Clll'iSfVYlClS cards. Anct rhyme sensible worcts like june and moon With rational things like tune and prune. S0 in conclusion, Letss enct this confusion. To wit, roses are rect, violets Hue. The thought is simple, the worcls are few And most important, Because it,s true, I understand it, and so do you. HARMON KALLMAN PRIZE- WINNING PHOTO g MILT ROSENBERG CQMET Page Thirteen

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V1 1 1 i i Photos bv HECKLEMAN and MAGED