Perhaps I'm about 30 or so years behind, but I just picked up Emmylou Harris' album "Luxury Liner." That makes me happy.
And I came across this poem by Gregory Corso-I thought it was apropos, especially because I'm home, and sometimes, certain memories of certain rooms will stop me dead in my tracks.
"Birthplace Revisited"
I stand in the dark light in the dark street and look up at my window, I was born there. The lights are on; other people are moving about. I am with raincoat; cigarette in mouth, hat over eye, hand on gat. I cross the street and enter the building. The garbage cans haven't stopped smelling. I walk up the first flight; Dirty Ears aims a knife at me... I pump him full of lost watches.
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Perhaps I'm about 30 or so years behind, but I just picked up Emmylou Harris' album "Luxury Liner." That makes me happy.
And I came across this poem by Gregory Corso-I thought it was apropos, especially because I'm home, and sometimes, certain memories of certain rooms will stop me dead in my tracks.
"Birthplace Revisited"
I stand in the dark light in the dark street
and look up at my window, I was born there.
The lights are on; other people are moving about.
I am with raincoat; cigarette in mouth,
hat over eye, hand on gat.
I cross the street and enter the building.
The garbage cans haven't stopped smelling.
I walk up the first flight; Dirty Ears aims a knife at me...
I pump him full of lost watches.
You're happy? Now what the hell did you go and do that for? Well, I suppose I'll have to be happy for you now. So much work!
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