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Her Torso or Addie
Like a length of string, like a lily of a day a firm, fragile thing. A spring stuck in play; or, the spring that can begin halfway to halfway The fixed compass pin where every line and degree meet their origin. Something new to see: when leaves fall and branches spread, the trunk to the…
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Song for Cecilia
I’m a sweet voice, I’m a big commission, I’m composer’s choice, I’m a fresh rendition, A grand premier, a higher sphere, a call for more, A Caruso, a gracious nod, a last encore, A curtain call, a concert hall, a latest thing, a star― I can’t say where we are, You’re all that I can…
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The Hidden Bob Dylan
There is no real place to start or stop with an artist like Bob Dylan. A hummingbird of the mind, he has flitted from style to style over the years and chances are that you could fall entirely in love with one or two of his albums. If he is hard to quite pin down,…
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The Wild Unknown Country
Bob Dylan has gotten the canonization machine working in avalanche order these days, from the Scorsese documentary to the chart-topping Modern Times. The new album is surprisingly good – if not the second-coming so many are talking about – and yet it rubs against the grain in one particular sense. As it must in some…
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Poems
Mack’s Conversion Skimming back and forth across the Holy Land, Elijah felt the need to set down his chariot and he did so upon the banks of the Jordan. He came to a small tavern near to that spot wherein a great man of Laodicea was holding forth. The two mocked each other to their…