Rough Fire – July 28, 2015
The beauty of things—the beauty of transhuman things
Without which we are lost.
– Robinson Jeffers (“Granddaughter”)
I claim the disheveled refuge of age
addled by magic devices beyond
the amalgamation of basic elements,
the dirt and water, the living foundation
from which we spring and are akin,
intriguing as a relative to trees that dance
and rocks that talk about the past,
solid and lasting. A balancing act:
my slow retreat just short of the attic
I am promised, mercifully sequestered
‘Someday Soon’ with Ian’s tune.
I want blaring sing-alongs to leave upon!
I’d be down that road in a cloud of smoke
For some land that I ain’t bought bought bought
– Guy Clark (“L.A. Freeways”)
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Love the whole thing: the amazing quotes as well as Ian & Sylvia echoing in my mind ‘Someday soon, goin’ with you, some day soon’ . . . Oh, and your opening line is a stone shouting . . .
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I’m so glad it resonates with you Peter, though I suspect that some might think I’m closer to the attic than I suppose. An experiment, to say the least.
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Leavin’ on a jet plane!!!! I remember meeting Ian and Sylvia in a little bar just outside of Griffith Park near the stables in Burbank, CA probably about 1966 or 67. My then husband played the guitar and sat in with them. Fun times! If I do any leavin’ I hope it is on the back of a horse and not in the belly of a plane.
We are all seeking the attic as we age, like it or not, peace is precious. Lenore
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A list of ‘leavin’ ‘ songs might be appropriate.
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If a memory remains within another’s mind is one not immortal?
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