The Life Aquatic Dramatic
August 5, 2008 at 5:01 am Posted in music Tags: moondog, poets are silly things
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You write things when you’re 13 that you don’t really mean until you’re 23.*
You read poetry and tell yourself one day I won’t fear fluidity. You tell Yeats one day someone will love me as much as I love them, and Keats one day someone won’t be able to do without. You say Dickinson one day I’ll have a cat, and I won’t drown it; Thoreau, I’ll have a house, and it’ll be in the heart of Downtown. Say Cummings, say Thomas I’ll have a job, damnit, a job.
Tell Hemingway I’ll die at 80; tell Hemingway that’s a lie; I’ll die at 32, but without the son who later gets a sex change and dies in a jail cell.
Wanting. Hungry. Alone.
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*You don’t really mean these things at 23 either, but it’s fun pretending.