Thursday, April 14, 2016

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So long since I have really danced. And I did yesterday for two minutes before seeing Ron Padgett read his masterful translations of Apollinaire at the Poetry Project.

Aaaa! Alive. Then. Now too in recollection. In writing. The always now. The then and now.

But to keep record you must count.

It was the streets of New York that were singing to me, the underlying rhythm of the streets.


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