4 August 2010. Morning sounds, rumbling of cars outside, rumbling machines within. Vne i vnutri--as in the Brodsky poem, Naturmort--these opposites (or facings) always in balance... Not so much resolved as acknowledged...
"God or man, woman, I am yours..." You just don't get lines like this often in one lifetime...
And Norris, on the same page. His quiet hulk, bending over copy machine. The patient daily racing forms, clips and paste-ups, a dance of intelligent speculation. But today it's something else--a letter from the Library of Congress--paperwork on copyrights--their tardy recording of the authorship of his songs...
Yes, to sing. Evening room, yellow light, an old rose...
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