Rilke was wrong; it’s not we
who are terrible,
but our wings.
In life, I always slept
on my back so I could look up
all night and imagine this place;
now I’m stuck
on my belly, and all my dreams
are about from where I came.
Daily Archives: February 27, 2009
Angel’s Lament
Gigs and such
OK…
Monday night, Mar 2, Duende will be at the Stone Soup reading, Out Of The Blue Gallery, Cambridge, MA. 7:30-10.
Tuesday night, Mar 3, Louise Robertson will be at GotPoetry LIve. (Be there. Excellent poet, so come down and listen.)
Monday night, Mar 16, Duende will be at The Dirty Gerund, Ralph’s, in Worcester, MA. 8-whenever.
More to follow….
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Tuesday will be my 49th birthday. Those of you who know me know I don’t make a big deal about my birthday for personal reasons; celebrations are quiet, and to be truthful, I don’t think of my birthday as being all that worthy of note; it’s not usually a day I’m "happy" about.
I don’t want to be presumptuous, but please, please, please…no cascades of "Happy Birthday" posts that day, k? They make me very uncomfortable.
Thanks in advance.
Dark Matter 