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Humdinger, Ken - if that's burn-out, wish I could have burnt out so impressively. The "It is not the same" lines remind me of the brilliantly wacky dialogue between Irene Dunne & Cary Grant near the end of *The Awful Truth*. Good to see you again - I was wondering where you had got to... Martin And the globe keeps rolling towards a pocket without a bottom although on the way the green cloth field is smooth. - Louis MacNeice ----- Original Message ----- From: Kenneth Wolman To: [log in to unmask] Sent: Monday, May 04, 2009 3:47 AM Subject: Ken/"Childe Kenneth to the Dark Tower Came Back" Childe Kenneth To The Dark Tower Came Back (Lyndhurst, N.J., 5/2/09) Mazur's Bakery is where I left it, and the Polish grocery on Ridge Road still sells things with names I can't pronounce. Across the same Ridge Road where Dr. Williams lived forever, there's the church where They poured water and chrism on me so I could change horses *nel mezzo del cammin* and still journey unimpeded through the mud. Here is where I am supposed to say "It is the same but I am not, therefore it is not the same at all." But it doesn't look that much different; even with a new shopping mall it feels mostly the same as when I left it nine years ago. It's said that Lot's wife looked back at her old homestead and underwent her singular transformation into a common condiment. But this version of the Disobedient Sinner doesn't even glance at the restaurant with the hidden apartment where he succumbed at last to the weight of earth and began, slowly, slowly, to transform to a human being often without salt or savor. So where I used to live perhaps doesn't matter, or I suppose not. It looks the same, it doesn't, things are gone, things remain, things are new: it is at last a zero-sum pile of crafted rubble, a memory about which I can write bad poems when I should be writing good ones about the things I truly remember. KTW/5-3-2009 What a re-entry...I think I burned up hitting the atmosphere. -- Ken Wolman http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com/ http://www.petsit.com/content317832.html --------------------------------- "All writers are hunters, and parents are the most available prey."--Francine du Plessix Gray