Thursday, November 6, 2008

Golden plum buds, one tongue, small time, kid

There is so much to say about so many things, and only one tongue in each head to say it, and only so much time.

So much to say about the Day of the Dead Beats reading at The Way Out Club. Only the one tongue (the two hunt-n-peck laptop hands), the small time.

Here is one artifact from the night. The unfailingly generous John Eiler, delighted to see Kenneth Patchens on the program, brought a gorgeous boxed set of Patchens. It's in my keeping now.

So much to say about it, the one tongue, the small time.

The kid saying, "Daddy, can you please come now?"

This is a sketch of Patchens from the back of the box and one of his prose poems.

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