INTERDICTION,LEMONADE
AND ROADSIDE SHRINES
Frightful how they throw out the
baby - with the bathwater, as is
said. In one sense, everything goes
down the drain. In another sense,
it's all very selective.
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My days in Princeton still live in
me. Those early morning, freezing
walks at 6am in 15 degree cold.
Some of that was pretty brutal, but
I did it daily : the Dinky, that little
train that travelled me around. All
those folks I knew and found!
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Memories are dear like that. Don't
let anyone sell you short : coffee
at 7, people at 8. It was great! I
met a man who knew his way
around a grand cafe. I met a
sad poet who seemed always
grumbling, and then he died. I
met another poet who was always
happy. To this day he still seems
that way. C. W. Williams, and
Paul Muldoon, respectively.
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See, you may think it's over, but
it all lives on in me.
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