a calm potato by day
I heard Bly read last night in DC.
He entered and sat at the side of the hall as the sold-out crowd waited for the introductions to begin. He was wearing a deep blue shirt beneath a vest covered with hundreds of intricate red and green mandalas. He took off his shoes, and removed his notebooks from a faded denim bag.
He walked to the podium in blue socks, one of which had a hole at the instep. He was tall, with a swollen trunk. His hair in the spotlight was a cloud of fiberglass. He began in a low fast mumble, which I had to strain to get all of.
He recited each poem, each stanza, twice, with his right hand dancing in front of his face.
Because the world is mad...the only way through it
is to learn the arts...and double the madness.
Because the world is mad...the only way through it
is to learn the arts...and double the madness.
He was furious, with a great grieving rage, at Bush for presiding over the destruction of human history and culture that occurred in Baghdad. To Bly, one ancient manuscript is worth more than the entire U.S. army.
My heart is a calm potato by day, and a weeping
Abandoned woman by night. Friends, tell me what to do,
Since I am a man in love with the setting stars.
My heart is a calm potato by day, and a weeping
Abandoned woman by night. Friends, tell me what to do,
Since I am a man in love with the setting stars.
He’s getting old. Catch him if you can.
He entered and sat at the side of the hall as the sold-out crowd waited for the introductions to begin. He was wearing a deep blue shirt beneath a vest covered with hundreds of intricate red and green mandalas. He took off his shoes, and removed his notebooks from a faded denim bag.
He walked to the podium in blue socks, one of which had a hole at the instep. He was tall, with a swollen trunk. His hair in the spotlight was a cloud of fiberglass. He began in a low fast mumble, which I had to strain to get all of.
He recited each poem, each stanza, twice, with his right hand dancing in front of his face.
Because the world is mad...the only way through it
is to learn the arts...and double the madness.
Because the world is mad...the only way through it
is to learn the arts...and double the madness.
He was furious, with a great grieving rage, at Bush for presiding over the destruction of human history and culture that occurred in Baghdad. To Bly, one ancient manuscript is worth more than the entire U.S. army.
My heart is a calm potato by day, and a weeping
Abandoned woman by night. Friends, tell me what to do,
Since I am a man in love with the setting stars.
My heart is a calm potato by day, and a weeping
Abandoned woman by night. Friends, tell me what to do,
Since I am a man in love with the setting stars.
He’s getting old. Catch him if you can.
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