driving bracing force of rain washes through us and our town carries with it remnants of who we were, so now we must become again.
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driving bracing force of rain washes through us and our town carries with it remnants of who we were, so now we must become again.
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a tear fell that day from the coast of ivory for the souls of juillet, jimi, babet and bambara and landed in washington dc a tear fell that day from a plantation in mississippi for jude, whipped and smoked cealy, leashed and yoked phoebe, tarred and feathered jupiter, penned and tortured and landed in washington…
My eye will not stop jumping. the beautiful structure I thought was sound is hollow all the way through. worse yet, there is no candy hid inside. the house we built from dreams and saccharine love is rotting all through. so my eye will not stop jumping and my teeth will not stop moving together…
LOUISE GLUCK SMILES AS SHE READS HER WORK TO AN AUDIENCE IN THE HOME OF NORMAN MAILER, NEW YORK, NEW YORK, MAY 24, 1968. PHOTOGRAPH BY FRED W. MCDARRAH/MUUS COLLECTION, VIA GETTY IMAGES.) Earle Hitchner kindly alerts me to Fred McDarrah’s great photo of Louise, 25, reading her poems chez Norman Mailer. Earle also quotes…