June 21, 2019
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the card
it was an unexpected card. "this got me
to thinking of you, he said, true, it's Japanese
art, but much of the charmed life
is present. (by now, character of this sort
is rare.) I've been rereading your old letters,
really poems in prose..."the glimmering curls of his writing
are so much like ripples that you could almost
dip a net deep into the paper and pull up
the arching wet weight of a golden carp,
pulled to the surface by the creamy luster
of a paper moon while the edges of the ink blur"It's puzzling to think that such incisive
and gentle observations seem to have been
totally forgotten-- we must keep alive
some of it--"the lines have given him away. his palms
hold another story; a life of love
based on stardust and heat. "I'll never
really know what threads hold my heart to you,
singing songs to you in holiday notes
(I always wanted to make love to you by candlelight)my wife says hello.
love,
Bob"
Comments (1)
o, wad a gie
gimmicky, but "Grande"
with a small hook at the end:
(summa cum laude)
the write hand body
of coming and going
over the river and through
with the woods, left
hand over hearts and flowers
for hoe cakes, skill with
skillets, presto! before nothing
up the sleeveless night closes
nine live skills to new castles
hey! bob, (a re bob) apples
and onions.. cabbages are for kings,
knights for naughtiness..
thrusting, the carburetor of
closeness, carding a vascular
road to ruin, highway's to hell
are paved with gall...stones!
and the maintenance is over
well-meant meanings
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