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pissed off| Gic to Har | ||
| by Kenneth Rexroth | ||
It is late at night, cold and damp The air is filled with tobacco smoke. My brain is worried and tired. I pick up the encyclopedia, The volume GIC to HAR, It seems I have read everything in it, So many other nights like this. I sit staring empty-headed at the article Grosbeak, Listening to the long rattle and pound Of freight cars and switch engines in the distance. Suddenly I remember Coming home from swimming In Ten Mile Creek, Over the long moraine in the early summer evening, My hair wet, smelling of waterweeds and mud. I remember a sycamore in front of a ruined farmhouse, And instantly and clearly the revelation Of a song of incredible purity and joy, My first rose-breasted grosbeak, Facing the low sun, his body Suffused with light. I was motionless and cold in the hot evening Until he flew away, and I went on knowing In my twelfth year one of the great things Of my life had happened. Thirty factories empty their refuse in the creek. On the parched lawns are starlings, alien and aggressive. And I am on the other side of the continent Ten years in an unfriendly city. | ||
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Top Shelf Productions is proud to present Alan Moore's all-new performance CD from the Steven Severin's RE: label. Following on from the critical acclaim of THE HIGHBURY WORKING & ANGEL PASSAGE, Alan Moore turns his psychogeographic eye to the history of the earth, the moon, the universe, Oliver Cromwell, and the Pre-Raphaelites. English revolutionary Cromwell was dug up three years after his death in order to be executed. The Pre-Raphaelite beauty Lizzie Siddal was exhumed eleven years after hers so that Rossetti could retrieve his manuscript book of poems, given to her in her death as a token of his eternal love. These were not our promised resurrections. Alan Moore fans won't want to miss the opportunity to pick up this perfect companion piece to the comic book of the same name by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell. (on Steven Severin's RE: label)
chipper A Book
I'm a strange contradiction; I'm new and I'm old,
I'm often in tatters and oft deck'd in gold:
Though I never could read, yet letter'd I'm found;
Though blind, I enlighten; though loose, I am bound--
I am always in black, and I'm always in white;
I am grave and I'm gay, I am heavy and light.
In form too I differ-I'm thick and I'm thin,
I've no flesh, and no bones, yet I'm cover'd with skin;
I've more points than a compass, more stops than the flute-
I sing without voice, without speaking confute;
I'm English, I'm German, I'm French and I'm Dutch;
Some love me too fondly; some slight me too much;
I often die soon, though sometimes live ages,
And no monarch alive has so many pages.
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