The beautifully achieved line and tone, natural as can be―a 65 year-old teenager, best of both innocence and experience, perfectly fused into the third form of being, adamantly optimistic. Clean as a whistle with a ton of art behind it.
There’s been so much bullshit for years re: “the lyric”―from all sides, friendlies and not. All of it imbecilically ignorant, finally, of the real rules of the game. LYRICS is a gift. I regret that John Wieners is not around to read it. Love poems that get it. ―Duncan McNaughton
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