Lovely, Doug!
When Maurice Scully, the wonderful Irish poet was here last week, he stayed at a hotel in Berkeley after a big post reading party the night before. He was woken up at 6 the next morning with a guy in the next room practicing scales on his trumpet. Maurice "craved" the sound not one sleepy bit. He did,however, come to the San Francisco reading with a an amusing story to tell. Ah, the prices to be paid, sometimes, by a lyric late night poet on the road.
Stephen
--- On Wed, 9/30/09, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: memory snap
To: [log in to unmask]
Date: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 1:14 PM
that voice ethereal
soaring wafted
into elevator
rising in some
small hotel in
some small city
in what used
to be east germany
constant & craving
we rise too
[sometimes a lyric (nostalgia) just hits one)
I enjoyed the other snaps today, all those short shots....
Douglas Barbour
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