Tape-Mobile Comments

Makes me think about the leaky pot story, finding value and beauty in imperfection. Nothing is perfect in our life, we may as well make it beautiful. Wonderful and thought provoking poem.

True love for one's dad expressed beautifully. Keep writing. Thanks for sharing.

I congratulate you on such a beautiful and sensitive poem. Outstanding!

In nostalgic memory of a great pop and a patched up beast of a Ford Falcon. I wish I had been there with those howling little league kids. Oh, reading your wonderful poem, I felt I was already there cruising in that car. Chip of the old uncle block you are, Batt!

do i guess correctly that your uncle Denis invited more than me to read your poem? don't forget his agent's fee! i liked this much more than what i've read from your uncle; you needn't tell him. he may suspect it will be so. " shot low" ....not in a negative sense i misread/mispronounced the title earlier. i'd spell it Tapemobile. nice, bri ;)

Indeed a poem of fun and fact! I can visualize the journey in that car with 'a howling league of kids'. How the measly need was turned into might by your father who fixed its rusted parts with tape and how the old thing underwent a transformation! Such childhood experiences will remain for ever as an exciting memory! Really enjoyed the ride.

" Getting away with something" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Your poem vividly captures the feelings and atmosphere of that time of your life. A touching tribute to your dad, When I was a kid, our family also had what we called “skorogoro” cars - old jalopies. My dad’s old Morris Minor just about gased us to death, and we could see the road passing under our feet through the rusted holes. When we got a “new” car, my mom piled the whole family, gardener and dogs into it and drove around the neighbourhood hooting and waving.

Beautiful poem. It is witty, humorous, and wise. A portrait of a car is also a portrait of your dad and childhood days captured in vivid phrases such as " triumphantly cruising in metal and tape" , " pure joy blasting from our blue beast" . " To realize they aimed high, but shot too low, " is both witty and profound.

To this day, the coolest car I've ever known was our Ford Falcon. What I understand now, at the time could only feel, was what made this the coolest car ever—wasn't what the car was—but what my father made it become. - - - - - - - A wonderful poem in memory of your father.(part-1)

I pity the fool driving off the lot in his new Beemer, past a car full of howling little league kids, triumphantly cruising in metal and tape. In a car that made no sense to anyone. Not even its passengers. It probably took decades for these poor fools to recover—seeing such pure joy blasting from our blue beast. To realize they aimed high, but should have shot low....very beautiful poem

excellently written- Defiance isn't the word. In fact, there is no word. It was illusion...... Patch the holes. Patch the rust. Tape fixes paper............///beautiful modern poem and yes, I agree- To realize they aimed high, but should have shot low. ///

This this is how one should feel about material things. It is the love of people that stays in mind not the rings and cars. Fabulous poem. Loved the style with which it is written.

That's a victory to stir the blood, to merge doggedly into the flood of commuterdom in an old beater, humanizing its worn-out metal frame by maximizing its usefulness.