IRRATIONAL SPIRITS
Out of mark, out of time, out
of place. The locus of the stage
is planted and steady - and my
feet-marks are measured by tape.
Places measured; where I should stand.
This scene, that scene. Where to be,
and where to move.
-
The black man, I am noticing,
Willy - my friend - is talking and
laughing loudly, in this great old
morning sun, in the most animated
fashion I have ever seen. All Amos
and Andy and Scatman Crothers combined.
Stepin' Fetchit got nothing on him!
-
Reading Hart Crane can sometimes seem
like nothing more than a gay dream. A
mistaken nomenclature of some bad science.
Every blade of grass within him, it seems,
wants to go back to Whitman - 'Crossing
Brooklyn Ferry' and all that. That's not a mark
I'd care to make - really - for myself.
After all, the gate to High Parnassus
was closed long, long ago.
Out of mark, out of time, out
of place. The locus of the stage
is planted and steady - and my
feet-marks are measured by tape.
Places measured; where I should stand.
This scene, that scene. Where to be,
and where to move.
-
The black man, I am noticing,
Willy - my friend - is talking and
laughing loudly, in this great old
morning sun, in the most animated
fashion I have ever seen. All Amos
and Andy and Scatman Crothers combined.
Stepin' Fetchit got nothing on him!
-
Reading Hart Crane can sometimes seem
like nothing more than a gay dream. A
mistaken nomenclature of some bad science.
Every blade of grass within him, it seems,
wants to go back to Whitman - 'Crossing
Brooklyn Ferry' and all that. That's not a mark
I'd care to make - really - for myself.
After all, the gate to High Parnassus
was closed long, long ago.
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