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I Will Never Ride A Horse Along The Sands Of Normandy Or Against The Sides Of Your Brain, Lilac-Raining Like It Is Tonight
The themes in this one are all too familiar and would be used many times after (and probably before) this one was published.
What I like about this poem is that Buk seems to be expressing more empathy than judgement. Maybe because it's still 1966. And maybe he's writing about Blazek (who is staying up late nights publishing his work) instead of Richmond or other "friends" that he ends up picking on in the coming years.
This one just feels very "real" to me, rather than a late-night rant about lazy poets whose parents pay the rent.
I'm hesitant to say this because I don't want to play the fool, but think it is one of his greatest poems.
If you don't, that's OK too. Just give it a read.
I Will Never Ride A Horse Along The Sands Of Normandy Or Against The Sides Of Your Brain, Lilac-Raining Like It Is Tonight
The themes in this one are all too familiar and would be used many times after (and probably before) this one was published.
What I like about this poem is that Buk seems to be expressing more empathy than judgement. Maybe because it's still 1966. And maybe he's writing about Blazek (who is staying up late nights publishing his work) instead of Richmond or other "friends" that he ends up picking on in the coming years.
This one just feels very "real" to me, rather than a late-night rant about lazy poets whose parents pay the rent.
I'm hesitant to say this because I don't want to play the fool, but think it is one of his greatest poems.
If you don't, that's OK too. Just give it a read.