Wednesday, September 4, 2019

A License to Revere, a Privilege So Awful

  • Today in privilege: urpped eating
  • massive Windows updump
  • my laptop won't poot post
  • shitdown, I need hard boot
  • start up, once up putt sleep re
  • fresh sleep putt refresh think
  • I have a warranty I *can* fuck up
  • my computer I called Dell
  • think let them into brain
  • click legal, drive me
  • fix me, fuck is wrong with me
  • Original problem still fresh resleep
  • the fuck in my brain ate my passwords
  • All but two posts a year tagged My Complicity
  • many of them Fine Metaphors Abound

[I wound not paint - a picture - ]

Emily Dickinson

I would not paint — a picture —
I'd rather be the One
It's bright impossibility
To dwell — delicious — on —
And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare — celestial — stir —
Evokes so sweet a torment —
Such sumptuous — Despair —
I would not talk, like Cornets —
I'd rather be the One
Raised softly to the Ceilings —
And out, and easy on —
Through Villages of Ether —
Myself endued Balloon
By but a lip of Metal —
The pier to my Pontoon —
Nor would I be a Poet —
It's finer — Own the Ear —
Enamored — impotent — content —
The License to revere,
A privilege so awful
What would the Dower be,
Had I the Art to stun myself
With Bolts — of Melody!

1 comment:

  1. in an article about how the era of baby boomer rock greats is facing the grim reaper, damon linker mentions briefly big wreck, pointing to where he says I've just discovered the contemporary Canadian band Big Wreck, and they're every bit as great as the best bands of my youth — and nothing like what sells records today. Big Wreck's new album Grace Street, in particular, is a rock 'n' roll masterpiece the likes of which I haven't encountered in many years.