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I'm taking a short break from Kalabama to return to Chelsea tonight. I'll be arriving in Ann Arbor by train around 6ish, and I'll be around in the area until Saturday. Plan is to rush around trying to fit numerous plans into three short days. Mainly, I'll be helping my mom throw away years and years of useless stuff she has accumulated, painting a bathroom for my Dad, and seeing whichever brothers and friends (and brother's and friend's new places) I can possibly see on this short notice. If you'll be around and want me to attempt a highfive, you'd better let me know... plans in the works for a bonfire tonight. Anyway, I gots to pack some stuff. If I don't catch you, at the very least you can enjoy this bad ass poem excerpt:
Who has ever stopped to think of the divinity of Lamont Cranston?
(Only jack Kerouac, that I know of: & me.
The rest of you probably had on WCBS and Kate Smith,
Or something equally unattractive.)
What can I say?
It is better to haved loved and lost
Than to put linoleum in your living rooms?
Am I a sage or something?
Mandrake's hypnotic gesture of the week?
-Amiri Baraka (In Memory of Radio) (He's a bad ass sage and poet. Check him out.)
Who has ever stopped to think of the divinity of Lamont Cranston?
(Only jack Kerouac, that I know of: & me.
The rest of you probably had on WCBS and Kate Smith,
Or something equally unattractive.)
What can I say?
It is better to haved loved and lost
Than to put linoleum in your living rooms?
Am I a sage or something?
Mandrake's hypnotic gesture of the week?
-Amiri Baraka (In Memory of Radio) (He's a bad ass sage and poet. Check him out.)