A whole year! Yer probably sick of her. If you want, I'll take her and keep her with my own, at least until they're old enough to work in the mines. Nuther couple years.
...And, of course, that is what all of this is - all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs - that song, endlesly reincarnated - born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 - same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness.
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i thought it was the second already! (thats what i had written on the calendar) last week posted in her honor about the Fallas Festival.
Yom Huledet Same'ach!
A whole year! Yer probably sick of her. If you want, I'll take her and keep her with my own, at least until they're old enough to work in the mines. Nuther couple years.
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