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Andrew Burke wrote: >Yes, just the right poem can help. And it could be a shit poem but if it >connects, then it will work. Of course, even a poet might help :-) Your help >and friendship is absolutely important, David. > > Thanks, Andrew.... EsMiss EsMoore! EsMiss, EsMoore! -------------------------------------- She was right, calling it fiddle. It changes nothing. Mostly it is egowalking. If poets thaumaturged for a living if, that is, they could fix your sorry ass, do you think so many would be drunks suicides? Would you be a drunk or suicide? Do you think poets died to save the race? Music may change the world songs--a fighting chance. It is the music. Maybe the words carry their own music if we find them good enough whatever that means. Associations, memories, sense of place, a Jesuitical exercise where we compose the site, remember the emotion. "When I Am Laid In Earth" "Senza Mama" and watch me come apart decompose and recompose. October 1978, facing eviction with a wife and new baby, I ran a delivery route for the Newark Star-Ledger. Met a newspaper truck each morning 4:00, seven days a week, cover delivery routes in the hills of Kinnelon and Butler. In 1978 Billy Joel is hot: "I Love You Just The Way You Are." I can still feel the air in the Jersey hills remember getting out of the car to take a leak on the roadside in the darkness, have no idea whether we'd all survive or how, not have specific faith, but feel somehow detached, uncaring not knowing that two weeks later I'd land on my feet for the first of many times. I pass the house these days in Elberon near Long Branch where Billy Joel built a house in the shape of a grand piano, a gift to Christie Brinkley from whom he was divorced before the thing was done, but the house is still there, an object of mockery and wonder, a Jewish Taj Mahal for a shiksa he used to love, and it's so easy for us to forget, so easy, the gratitude attending on the builder, so easy to forget that Billy Joel, for several predawns in the darkness of October long ago held fear back from me in the autumn darkness and helped me not to think. Ken/12-18-05 ---------------------------------------- Kenneth Wolman www.kenwolman.com kenwolman.blogspot.com 39. Not observing the imperfections of others, preserving silence and a continual communion with God will eradicate great imperfections from the soul and make it the possessor of great virtues. --St. John of the Cross, Maxims on Love (The Minor Works)