16 February 2011. Rain in slanting sheets... Then a moment's sun...
Santiago. Inevitable changes. Changes? Inevitable?
Article on Yeats in middle of the night, black anodized flashlight, arm slightly cramped under the covers. Someone's elaborate conceits on times long ago. The Irish wars, questions of force, views strongly held, fought for, abandoned. Compromise--but not in the poem. For what is a poem?
Pictures and paintings--the Charlie Rich recordings, his last. Billboard on I-80, approach to Bay Bridge, San Francisco to Reno. Mane of gray silver gray hair, leaning into the piano. Back to a sharecropper's shack, border of Texas and Arkansas, when he was a boy. Piano pushed in on one wall. Work hats on nails in an array just above. A teacher...
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