Monday, September 17, 2012

3888. MARNA

MARNA
How soon this utopian pledge
elopes  -  with a token hand
and a heart to boot. She is my
sister, she is my love. We are
silent together. All these things
are a force for affectation. And , to 
to those who would wander on the
road for affection : when you see it,
take it. Let us bow to the sun.
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Elliptical chords that I try to
undo  -  some sacred music of
a Philip Glass acolyte lost in his
slander: "'Einstein On the Beach'
is incomplete without this piece.'
The dumb lout really said that : the
classical press agreed, or at least
went along for the ride.
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Oh Marna. My token hand and
heart to boot - how swell your
utopian pledge elopes. I want to
be all things. I am tender and
hurt, and in love once again.

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