15 June 2007. Figures outside the window--morning bus. Michael, narrow-limbed, with a full rucksack of books, quick smile as he turns to board the G. Portland again, standing under the Commons eve with John. Remove of forty years. Last time was the Doyle stairwell, fall of 1964, sometime late at night. Hume paper due the next morning--was it Blake? Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience. But how does one know? His holding forth--on Leadbelly--the only true music. An adamant view... But again, how little we knew. A bridge in Caddo county, oil derricks and duress, the prison songs were just a fragment. He'd as well have been doing Gene Autry...
All the same, finally, all from the same spirit...
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