4364. ALL CONNECTIONS AT MILFORD

ALL CONNECTIONS AT MILFORD

Are the leavings like the comings, or can

an arrival ever really match a departure?

One, one, we are all one of the moment

and born of nothing at all. In the courtyard

of this building on Princeton's fair square

(oh no, no contagion here), the plaque has

some fatuous Joni Mitchell line etched :

'We are golden, we are stardust, and we've

got to get ourselves back to the garden' -

and all the rest of the whelping puppy

motivation. Anyone with the gall to

listen to this should not be standing at

all : for those words are weak and they

shoulder no responsibility. And now, and

now, this fiercely monitored sun comes up -

'arises', Earthmen call it  -  and with it all

that simple stardust goes unseen. I shy

from nothing in saying  -  now, even now,

we are stronger than all the gibberish,

and stronger than all things at all. Now

something is moving before the platform;

'All connections at Milford', the man says,
and then he says it again.