new pix continue to appear online. here's one John Burroughs took of me at The Lit before my reading: & not to worry: that's only water.
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Thank you for that link, & well met: your interview both delightfully scattershot & blessedly underwrought, actually... what you made of Being There, how much sheer fun you had, amidst the varied niches bequeathed; & tho' limned too briefly 'twas yet aptly trim, the way a wily poet wouldst out the whole. Your resistance to your insquisitor's insistence let you escape unscathed is how it looks from here. I would have preferred you'd been roughed up more...
Such a litany of affections, their allusive rush; well-positioned "on location" for so many years, posted in yon high tower, their gamin curator/factotum; the butler in the stacks, hors d'oeuvres de poesy, odd man out on the inside, corn-popped elyriam, served & serving (serviced & servicing!), fitting-in, charmer-at-the-Gate, an enthusiast nicely vigilant & back-grounded, surfer of so many comings & goings... it would seem you once had something very close to a Blast going on.
Yours, well-toasted till toasting was foresworn. How your sensibility itself became your enabler, a lovely twist. Your narrative beggars Fate, verily a testament indeed, where Enchantment still Rules: I most cherished how you treated your Mother, that remarkable scene with the encircling folios at Her feet...
2 comments:
Thank you for that link, & well met: your interview both delightfully scattershot & blessedly underwrought, actually... what you made of Being There, how much sheer fun you had, amidst the varied niches bequeathed; & tho' limned too briefly 'twas yet aptly trim, the way a wily poet wouldst out the whole. Your resistance to your insquisitor's insistence let you escape unscathed is how it looks from here. I would have preferred you'd been roughed up more...
Such a litany of affections, their allusive rush; well-positioned "on location" for so many years, posted in yon high tower, their gamin curator/factotum; the butler in the stacks, hors d'oeuvres de poesy, odd man out on the inside, corn-popped elyriam, served & serving (serviced & servicing!),
fitting-in, charmer-at-the-Gate, an enthusiast nicely vigilant & back-grounded, surfer of so many comings & goings... it would seem you once had something very close to a Blast going on.
Yours, well-toasted till toasting was foresworn. How your sensibility itself became your enabler, a lovely twist. Your narrative beggars Fate, verily a testament indeed, where Enchantment still Rules: I most cherished how you treated your Mother, that remarkable scene with the encircling folios at Her feet...
-razul.
such a careful reading flatters me so that I stumble for a response.
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