03-31-2019, 05:21 PM
(03-31-2019, 05:14 PM)rowens Wrote: And so it was I entered the broken worldThat's so funny. That's the exact stanza I was going to re-quote again. Muscle memory...
To trace the visionary company of love, its voice
An instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled)
But not for long to hold each desperate choice.
And so it was I entered the broken world
To trace the visionary company of love, its voice
An instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled)
But not for long to hold each desperate choice.
Bloom's first book. And Crane got it from Pater.
And that line of thought is pure Emily Dickinson. That's right out of Dickinson.
You want to be let in on a secret? You want to seriously hear the most agonizingly beautiful blues played by an electric guitar in the history of the world? Jimi Hendrix. Rainbow Bridge album. A hodge-podge collection of songs by him. BUT...on that very same album is a live recording from Jimi plays Berkeley circa 1969 of "Hear My Train A Comin". Get stoned and listen to it. I've never heard a better electric guitar in my life. Beyond words sublime...
That was Hendrix's death song...I'm going to listen to it now...goodnight...
You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I win.
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."

